The twirling apocalypse of now, I
the universe who gives birth to this Earth, fly
Wise everlasting beauty, the starry skies melody
harmonies of the spirits dance in the angles of the glance
that is the light of the situation, Stop the nonsense
in that sense, yes I am Aedan but Aodh is the fire pon which I am little
romances with my finger tips foolish for fingers never grasp what slips away
the sand of the time sprays upon the spirit and the spirit is thus brought within it
spin in it on the record though understand you'll never go where you never go
if you never go, rather though be truly sown of yourself and feel what else is the realer though
this is not a test I rest my case amongst the masses
and as the light blasts out upon whatever passes
this is me, my perception my interface with this place which taught me heaven
and sought me sown and reaped
in the fire from which this light is borne and weaped
so to speak, but sow to speak I am alive
and so I feel the vibe
like a moon child born of the goddess
whos light is upon us each and every moment
and that spliff in the sky well thats a heavenly omen
and i know men can understand this so im not trying to be player
and I'm not when I am not I can see and am not blind
and further more we can all be unkind, but signed back climaxed is ever
the tether to better weather watch this arrangement
I play chess with this environment in the rules of engagement
we are all sagelike or atleast i feel it within me
or it could be the white sage I blazed up my chimneys
spin this back and forth and i retort
in the sort of manor pon which we live
who are you to say this couldnt be your spit
and why look at me as if ive said something new
when youve heard it already once this story is through
so enjoy this time in the land of dream
dr3am in the morning birth is seen
so take this back and record that scene
forever
we are birds of these tongue's'
treasure