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Maybe I should announce it?
Should I?
In memory of a free festival
The children of the summer's end gathered in the dampened grass
We played our songs and felt the London sky
Resting on our hands -- it was God's land
It was ragged and naive -- it was Heaven
Touch, we touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didn't, but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day
Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy
That swept that afternoon
To paint that love upon a white balloon
And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops that man has pushed
Beyond his brain
Satori must be something just the same
We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines
Of every shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through
And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head
And away they soared,
Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
And we walked back to the road, unchained
The sun machine is coming down
and we're gonna have a party
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Lazarus
06:13
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Look up here, I'm in heaven
I've got scars that can't be seen
I've got drama, can't be stolen
Everybody knows me now
Look up here, man, I'm in danger
I've got nothing left to lose
I'm so high it makes my brain whirl
Dropped my cell phone down below
Ain't that just like me?
By the time I got to New York
I was living like a king
There I'd used up all my money
I was looking for your ass
This way or no way
You know, I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Now, ain't that just like me?
Oh, I'll be free
Just like that bluebird
Oh, I'll be free
Ain't that just like me?
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Stettes Rockville, Maryland
Michael C. Stettes is an artist surviving in the No Man's Land between Washington, DC and Baltimore, MD.
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