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Like A Buddha
03/02/2015 12:36 p.m.
and then the river ends ya leave the boat & find you’re walkin’
the boat is floating in your mind, although these words are talking
this seems a very good place to sit & rest a while before the chorus . . .
oh! & there’s a feeling comin’ to ya
oh! & then you’re smilin’ like a buddha

the music draws you up a valley, & across a mountain
ya gather round it like yer gathering around a fountain
& when the music is right, ya feel the spirit lockin’ . . .

oh! & there’s a feelin’ runnin’ through ya
oh! & yer smilin’ like a buddha

there is magic in the air & it can take ya higher
ya take a breath, ya breathe it in & then ya catch a flier
when ya wake up on the floor ya see a golden morning

oh! from your sandal to your stupa
oh! & yer smilin’ like a buddha

oh, while ya have the eyes
to look around
oh, while ya have the eyes
to carry into town
take the time to look
take the time to look . . . around

oh, while ya have the ears
to hear the sounds
oh, while ya have the ears
. . just hangin’ ’round
take the time to hear take the time to hear . . the sounds

& then yer seein’ in a light ya didn’t know was glowin’
& yer walkin’ in a stream ya didn’t know was flowin’
every beat of your heart open, love is formin’

oh! & there’s a feelin’ runnin’ through ya
oh! & then yer smilin’ like a buddha
oh! & there’s a feeli’ comin’ to ya
oh! & yer smilin’ like a buddha




Bird in the House

I want to sing my own song that’s all
cried the bird and flew into a wall
I have to find some way out he cried
in his desperation echoed down the hall
just another bird in the house
dying to get out
just another bird in the house
dying to get out
I want to join my own kind that’s all
cried the bird and flew into a wall
there must be some way out he cried
and his separation echoed down the hall
just another bird in the house
dying to get out
just another bird in the house
dying to get out
I’m going to smash my way out that’s all
cried the bird and smashed from wall to wall
there must be some way out he cried
in his desperation echoed down the hall
just another bird in the house
dying to get out
just another bird in the house
dying to get out
One breath from the wide open plane
Don’t you wonder what is my life all about
One breath across this stale window pane
Don’t you wonder when am I going to get out
just another bird in the house
dying to get out
just another bird in the house
dying to get out


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