I've got your picture in the palm of my hand. And I'm squeezin' it I'm teasin' it. I'd follow you to the edge of this land. But I'm losin' it, confusin' it.
The old man said to me. Said don't always take life so seriously. Play the flute. And dance and sing your song. . Try and enjoy the here and now. The future will take care of itself somehow.
People come together its time for a union. C'mon c'mon c'mon lets do it right. When the darkness takes control and we lose the reason. C'mon c'mon c'mon lets see the light.
The tide is turning. Its coming from the street. Read your own wisdom. Not the headlines. Don't let them tell you. Its fine the way it is. Its our agenda.
If you find a time when things just seem to fall apart. And there's no way to keep a cheery face. When the sight of your own reflection only breaks your heart.
Where are the new rebels. We didn't ask for this. Trying to be something different. We will fight the bigots. Fight them with our reason. Fight them with our constancy.
Out of Time and no one noticed. Rubbing up a different way. Out of step but still in focus things to say. Kicking out the social pressure. Holding on to what you feel.
Creeping through your bedroom door. Just after all the lights go out. Feeling the warmth of your body. And the sweetness of your mouth. . Set the alarm again for 5 am.
This is our last supper together. The last time we share in this intimacy. We have created a suffering circle that threatens to. Tighten and destroy you and me.
Chorus. If you love. You know you're gonna feel the hurt. See the flowers. Growin' from the muddy earth. . You never see the sun. You're never gonna feel the rain.
Is there a difference between yes and no?. Is there a difference between up and down?. Must I fear what others fear?. What nonsense. . Some people are content.
Messing around I've wasted my time for years. Listening to friends who keep filling me up with ideas. Having deep talks with scholars who sound so fine.
Standing tough under stars and stripes. we can tell. this dream's in sight. you've got to admit it. at this point in time that it's clear. the future looks bright.
Spare a thought for the souls. Who cannot leave this earth. The attachments bind so tightly, not a chance. Not a chance of a new birth. . The river gently beckons.
Sometimes I'd like to go to bed. With a hundred women or men. And lose my mind in lust and drink. And to hit some people into feeling good, oh. . Sometimes I'd like to dance in the street.
Flying through the airwaves. Living through the printed word. Flasher in the living room. Guru of the seen and heard. Who decides what we get to hear?.
There was a time when there was nothing at all. Nothing at all, just a distant hum. There was a being and he lived on his own. He had no one to talk to, and nothing to do.
You're walkin' 'round like a doll without a head. You should be thinking 'bout how to give your love instead. I've seen you lying and cheating your way.
They were guardians of the breath. Trusted with those precious chances. Keeping Gaia from the fear of death. Balances must be defended. . To take only what they must.
The film script lies ahead. Change the future, change the past. Choose the players, choose the role. Cast of thousands, cast of few. Imagination decides the plot.