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Airplane sliding through the inky sky
Highway an amoeba on its slide
Trains beneath the pavement watch the tunnels slip by
All sailing to the city in a slow glide.
In pixillated passages there are corridors of hope
Doors with destinations to decide
Through canyons of corruption both up and down the slope
We traverse our little landscape in a slow glide
You can liberate your life from it's sticky routine
Manacles are fastened from the inside
Vistas in the distance still remaining to be seen
as we fall into our future in a slow glide
Every man falls down
tries to find his way
is found
his way is here with us now
and finds his way
is not
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This night out on the sea alone
no earthly place to hide
I can feel the weight of the waters below
we are pebbles neath the moon-tugged tide
Then I find my fellow travellers
glimmers in the wind-fell night
And I follow them like beacons
we are rivers of light, rivers of light
I thought I saw a vision
written bold across the sky
Saw the holy human history
was the truth of it and not the lie, not the lie
Our future too came blazing through
could blind my squinted eye
Only a poet or a prophet
reads those stars and knows the way to cry, way to cry
Refine that silver liquid
distill it to a dream
and behold the soul remaining there
how it shivers like a sun-borne stream
And sing with me now to this thundering sea
we're out too deep to fight
Do you hear the voices joining us
we are rivers of light, rivers of light
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The Gorgon Sisters Have A Chat |
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