1. |
Horn OK Please
04:00
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2. |
Mercy Street
05:58
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3. |
Nature Bhai
03:35
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4. |
Still Standing
02:54
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Fancy footwork takes you on a path unknown,
So often I lead you astray,
Now I lead you home to my sacred place,
A place of liberated will,
But you are lost where I am found,
I am free where you are bound,
Still air, still breath, still standing...
Grains of time cascading through my mind,
When you pick me up as
I fall a-part of me is blinded by how you look at me,
How those looks could kill,
But now there’s darkness in my soul,
I am naked, you are whole,
Still air, still breath, still standing...
Bound in your mold,
Doing what you’re told,
Deaf to the unheard sounds, the unspoken words,
Perhaps my subtlety is lost on you
And your safe way of living,
Can’t help myself, I’ll sit, I’ll wait, I’ll be forgiving...
You whisper sweet nothings that ring in the breeze,
I’m weak in the knees,
Only to realize that this dis-ease is
Your strength in being arm’s length,
You don’t ‘mind the gap’ in our love unfulfilled,
Should I stay or should I go?
Against the flow, the ebb, oh I don’t know!
Still air, still breath, still standing...
Our ocean is just a blue abyss,
Is this my final kiss to your habitual creature,
always a preacher, never a teacher?
Isn’t it strange that you’re constant only in how you don’t change?
I am soaring while you drown,
The weight of love just brings me down,
My wish is your commanding,
No supply for demanding,
I’m taking off, you’re landing,
Perfection notwithstanding,
Still air, still breath, still standing...
Still!
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5. |
The Trouble with Hari
05:07
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The trouble with Hari is she’s smart Has iron will and a rebel heart Mother tells her what not to do “Don’t you play with paints -
go to school”
But all Hari thinks of is her art
She makes giant pictures in the sand She uses whatever is at hand Images of Krishna, Arjuna Characters from Bhagavad-Gita The mythical tales of India land
Lakshmi Auntie lives just down the way She sees Hari’s drawings everyday
She pays a surprise visit
To sit down with Ma and Pa
Tell them Hari’s head is in the clouds
“I have seen this kind of thing in the past At this rate, she’ll marry out of caste You’ve got to do something soon
To stop this bad behaviour
Or else your good fortunes will not last”
And Hari doesn’t know what to do Arjuna’s struggle is Hari’s too
Why is it she cannot follow through “I wish that Arjuna fashioned me
into his arrow so that
he can shoot me high above my life,
and all at once, I can be true”
The trouble with Hari is she’s smart Has iron will and a rebel heart
Hari heard what Krishna had to say Like Arjuna, finally made her way Now her works adorn the Taj Mahal
The trouble with Hari is she’s far From the only butterfly in this jar When the Great Lord Krishna
snaps the lid
Gives you freedom like a little kid Tell me, my friend:
what then will you start?
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6. |
Save Me
05:10
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I am a daughter, think of me as a tree, With roots of grandmothers and mothers, Then save me.
I am a daughter, think of me as a tree, With roots of grandmothers and mothers, Then save me.
Through the eyes of our elders,
Evolution, like earth’s revolution, circles history, Tracing the past with real life experience,
Real time, life line, our story,
A pillar of strength,
Foundation for our creation,
She knows her so-called place
And yet constantly carves out her own space, Nurture in her being,
Grandmother nature, all-knowing, all-seeing.
Threads of origin woven under the earth,
Clinging to ages-old soil at birth,
Born from, and released, back to the root,
In between is the fruit...
Through the eyes of the mother,
She is a link, a bridge to
who we are, where we come from,
who we might be in the future,
A provider of love, of life, of sustenance, Of support for her own daughters to be what they want to be,
To feel, to act as they will,
but always with respect,
and be respected in return.
That is what she yearns for...
Through the eyes of our future,
New breath, new life on this earth,
Innocence at birth,
Dreaming of who they’ll be, imagining what they’ll see, Flying free, life’s reverie,
A footprint in the sand with the tide will disappear,
Who they are, how they live,
What they do in the now and here
is what will shape the lives of everyone they touch and see, their destiny.
...Seeds that form the root
that hold the tree, branching out
with leaves and flowers that fruit,
then drop their (seeds)...
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7. |
Thom Petti
02:29
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8. |
Hare Shiva
05:56
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Here today, and gone tomorrow
Leave the joy, embrace the sorrow
If all destroyed is made anew
Then why can’t I let go of you?
Trembling on the edge of madness
Waste away all trace of sadness
Till all you leave behind is truth
Then why can’t I let go of you?
Hare Shiva, Mahadeva
Hare Shiva Shakti
Hare Shiva, Mahadeva
Hare Shiva, help me
Tell me life is neverending
Battered heart, uncomprehending
Tell me that the soul is free
Then tell me why it still hurts me
Tell me that it’s all illusion
Let me drown in my confusion
Existence takes unearthly form
And I am left behind to mourn
Hare Shiva, Mahadeva
Hare Shiva Shakti
Hare Shiva, Mahadeva
Hare Shiva, help me
Om Mahadeva, Om Shiva Shakti
Om Mahadeva, Shiva Shakti
Om
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9. |
J'entends le Moulin
02:12
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11. |
Eleven!
03:12
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It's not hard to count to eleven
Just try eight-plus-three
Or maybe four-plus-seven
Sure sounds good to me
Can you teach me to count to eleven
In your native tongue?
Maybe we'll do it together
Could be kind of fun
If I learn to speak your language
I could understand
Your thought and feelings and problems
I could lend a hand
And we can help everybody
And learn their language too
And we could all work together
Building something new
People want to keep us divided
Words can do that too
If we can't understand each other
But we'll show them
Cause you and I can count to eleven
In your language or mine
And we can understand each other
And things will work out fine
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12. |
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Here today, and gone tomorrow
Leave the joy, embrace the sorrow
If all destroyed is made anew
Then why can’t I let go of you?
Trembling on the edge of madness
Waste away all trace of sadness
Till all you leave behind is truth
Then why can’t I let go of you?
Hare Shiva, Mahadeva
Hare Shiva Shakti
Hare Shiva, Mahadeva
Hare Shiva, help me
Tell me life is neverending
Battered heart, uncomprehending
Tell me that the soul is free
Then tell me why it still hurts me
Tell me that it’s all illusion
Let me drown in my confusion
Existence takes unearthly form
And I am left behind to mourn
Hare Shiva, Mahadeva
Hare Shiva Shakti
Hare Shiva, Mahadeva
Hare Shiva, help me
Om Mahadeva, Om Shiva Shakti
Om Mahadeva, Shiva Shakti
Om
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