Those darn flashbacks!
I'm so confused with this autobiography b*** s*** - I can't remember what day it is. Anyway - here is a beautiful piece of lyric poetry from a moment in time in my life...
Grace
.
When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
.
When the garden flowers baby are dead
and your mind, your mind is full of red
.
Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
yeah - but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is
.
Tears are running, ahhh, running down your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest.
.
Don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love!
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While "researching" this literary gem, I happened across some very interesting sites dealing with the psychedelic-trance-rave-anarchist culture. I once viewed a documentary about dance-trance-rave, featuring Buddhist monks who felt the movement would be beneficial in unifying humanity in a new world order of peace and love. Does anyone know more about this than I do? Paul Priest maybe?
[Lyrics: Grace Slick, Jefferson Airplane]
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