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this my year success wit all member in GUNIT......?
To Rev
... And three hundred years from now, will not we be with the ones once called Apachee?
In the beginning there were the seeds of many fruits. Human scientists didn’t invent seeds. They only try, individually, to deal with seeds, nationally, the best they can try to sometimes, and to replant the potential of the body of this earth in the minds, and through the gardens of our landscapes. The bible begins by talking about the seeds of the fruits. And it immediately frames this in the context of the statutes, because the arrangement of the statutes of this Republic, and of international laws that had been liberated, as well as had been tortured, been terrorized, and had been held to an ongoing captivity, through them, it is essential to understand, by means of a source beyond individuals continually born to this beyond colonization. This that called the devil. No! You’ll see no devil here, my brother, Reverend, just the glow of a mighty blaze to kindle here. I kindle.”
“Ok, hold on now. Hold on!”
“Reverend, I’m the kid with Mrs. Johnson.”
“I’m Mrs. Johnson.”
“Oh, but a woman named Mrs. Johnson used to babysit me. I was there with her. And no one had a better seat for that speech than us, Reverend, Mrs. Johnson didn’t even flinch. The speech was so good, for one second, I look over to see the reaction of my Mrs. Johnson, and, or my other Mrs. Johnson, if you will.”
“My mother?”
“Wait a second! Wait a second! You were the little boy with Mrs. Johnson? And you’re calling your mother, huh?” (Rev puts his head in his hand again. I continue)
“Rev, and I still remember the reaction of your mother, which was no reaction, because I’d looked over to see her reaction before it had happened…”
“What happened?”
“The guy gave the best speech we ever heard. I think that’s what the Reverend wanted to note the speech for. And everyone was into it. We all felt bad for the this little lamb. Which it was a miniature horse, but he’d kept telling us to think of it as a lamb.”
“Wait a second. Wait a second!”
“Reverend, for one second, I looked over at your mother; you know; to know, myself, to know how to react to it. But I remember it like yesterday, Reverend. I look over… I look over. And in the same moment of my astonishment at the reactionless attention of Mrs. Johnson, your mother, who you were the thought of her mind, be you, having been in Georgia, with her family.”
“Wait a second.”
“Get back to the speech?”
"Oh…"
“Me and Mrs. Johnson are right in front of it. I look at her for one second. During that second, and for at least a second after it, she had no reaction.”
“From what!?”
“Wait a second! Wait a second!”
“The blood! I look over for one second. I hear the sound of a sword unsheathing, and see blood go all over your mother’s white church clothes. Instantaneously. And still! She had no reaction. She just looked at me, and then right back at the old man, who was now tangled in people who jumped in to defend her blouse. And then it almost got calm for a second. And then…”
“Wait a second!”
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After Intro
Marks on the wind are wings.
Arrows that fly through the centuries sing.
Hold hands with me heroes.
Hold hands with me love.
Hold hands with me heroes.
And the heroes.
The heroes.
The heroes.
The heroes.
The heroes.
Band on the stage do not run.
Fire...
Rally on the drum.
Rally on the drum beat.
Go tennor...
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Hark! 'tis Romulus... Just eating a cookie. :0 . . . (crumbs)
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Time is the last thursty puddle in the desert after the phenomenon of a rain. As seen from the thirst of a creature. On the one hand. It is a phenomenon itself. On the other. Time is an illusion carved by emotions. And so by fear. On that one hand.
But I'd done what I'd been asked to do. Gone home to my parents house. And I'd started off staring into the fire like he'd asked. My parents away for a few hours in cooperation with the plan. Some creature from the internet.
My apartment the way I'd left it. Still in a rush on the freeway. See I was a city girl. My life was one way streets. And which ever one was the fastest. My mind was New York... And always racing. Before the second another looks in her eyes, a city girl has to be quick. Granted. A city boy has to be quick as well. But at what? And in the end. I found myself in a completely different destination. On a completely different journey. In a familiar place, and around all familiar objects. But my perspective is new. Like a child's. Again with possibilities tied to everything. On the one hand. On the other. There was, still, the absolute power of fear, and of actual physical helplessness that a city girl can't help but feel.
But now I was just observing, which is distinctive from just looking. And it is definately distinct from just staring. There was change. There were many changes. And I realized that one of them was that I'd gone from just staring at the fire, to more consciously observing it. I was awakening. But from hearing the words of this man. To listening to them. And I realized that it would take even more work, and even more mental discipline to understand them. This because a city girl has persuasions. And. Let's face it. A city girl has fears. Fears that a city girl couldn't possibly face in this world alone. For a city girl knows the world is cold. I don't care if she's in souther California, and it's the middle of the summer. All city girls know its a cold world. And I suspect the way most deal with it is to look away. To just jump from sense impression to sense impression. And may mix a little instinct with the phenomena of it all.
And there are always excuses to let the relentless stream of thoughts, and of countles sights direct one. But I was the director now. But I was the student. Taken by the hand, and seated at the source of my own awareness. While I observed the fire with increasing partifularity. Its motion. It's change. The magic of it. Like some ancient text. He took my hand. He led me to this fire. And he danced around me. In the form of many warriors he did. Warriors with cries that would would lead the bravest men to tremble. Yet the little girl who danced around the fire with them, with him, she smiled. With all forms of him she smiled. And I smiled. Like I hadn't remembered smiling in years. If ever. Because I knew those warriors were only him. I knew that girl was me. And I was going to be alright. I was going to look right at fear. Something was happening. Something is happening. Then Jackelyn calls:
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Log to hearth.
Is the heart for real?
When time only fades.
And death is real.
Pain points there. Remember...
Rain falls from the sky.
So do the tears, if you're crying, girl, so, oh, dry your eye.
For life is love.
And it's you I remember.
So can't we touch?
Something to remember.
Time, it goes by.
Something to remember...
For me, here, you're the lullaby...
Something to remember.
Something to remember above.
Not just what we stand beside.
But just the beings that we touch.
I wanna love you much.
And, baby, always remember...
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Girls on a girly bus.
(Three beat pause)
Well they roll far away.
And their leader trust...
Girls on a girly bus...
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Time...
Remember the feeling the season before ee or.
And I long to retrace...
Eyes are the memmories I long to embrae ee ace.
Cold fears.
On a path with no shadows.
Rank years.
With a urning undone.
My tears...
Are the rain on the pavement.
Drum-drum...
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Sun in the early sky.
Fly.
Wings on the wind.
On the wind I fly.
And I hold arrows.
Everywhere the wind blows.
Sing Valentine.
Yeah.
Hold arrows.
Sing Valentine, Valentines...
And we sing say.
Echo every shot for your love.
On the sweet day.
Let me rip the range from above.
Oh, woah, dear.
Hello there.
Valentine's Day...
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Now I looked into the face of love one day ee.
Long ago in time went by.
Was swept away.
The dream got so love lie ee.
The bannered skies.
The tender dew.
Everything I see I think of you...
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Now let me ass a question.
The fire grows.
Yeah.
Down here.
Down here.
In this seat for soul.
Who invented wheels?
If round here rolls.
Down here.
Down here.
On this seat for soul.
Who invented fire?
The fire.
The fire glows.
Down here.
Down here.
In this seat for souls.
Who invented fire?
The fire.
The creature throws.
Down here.
Down here.
From this seat for soul.
Look into the fire.
The fire.
The fire glows.
Down here.
Down here.
In this seat for souls.
Look into the fire.
The fire.
The creature glows.
Down here.
Down here.
Down here.
In this seat for soul.
Yeah.
In the contemplation (music changes)
Oh, Nation! The Nation!
The nation!
Yeah.
All of this life for you.
For me.
Like this for power.
Power see.
Freedom. Freedom.
And a little peace for the nation.
The peaceful power of the radio station.
The station. The station. The station. THe station...
Believe!
Power in the station.
All this life to recieve...
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Cool seas
Low auburn skies.
The sun sets.
In the western highs.
Earth turns.
And the wheel goes round.
All things are holy.
Call this sacred sound.
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