Foolfare (words unsung on some versions)
will you come with me to the temple
the circle of equal people
who sing from the heart
its so simple
the songs of the future creatures
there is only one way
to the temple
and that's if you
choose to freely
may the love that we live
through the temple
be strong in the lives
of all the people...
Magdalene
yo...yo... yo...
yo...yo...yo...
Magdele-e-ne
please teach me how to learn
Magdele-e-ne
teach me how to burn
Magdele-e-ne
(and) when you've
taught me how to burn
Magdele-e-ne
show me how to yearn
...for you
Magdele-e-ne
Magdele-e-ne
Magdele-e-ne
show me how to yearn for you!
The Invisible Temple Part 1
Yoni...Yoni...
Where are you?
Yoni...
She flies out of the sky
with a great swoosh of wings
and a flapping of feathers swirling by.
Dissolving dream destroyers
who stamp like mice in jackboots
on imaginative schemes.
But dreams come through
like lighted train windows
in the night
and the wind whirling in the trees.
Reality thieves shout fear and doubt.
O it's a nightmare nightmare...
Sailing in the sky with yoni on high...
Yoni.....
Part 2
Beyond...
Beyond the veil....
Zero to infinity!
Part 3
The dogs of Diana play
They surf on incandescent waves
Muskrat, merquat, small eyed snake
Streaming
Marmoset bear and howling wolf
Streaming higher.
Diana hunts but never kills.
Diana hunts but never kills
never kills those living things.
Those living things
in vast concentric rings concentric rings
Zeroid
Turn on information energy
information line.
You know you can see that the future
currency is time.
Lafta yo-ga-ga information:
It's only rap'n'soul.
I mirror you-you mirror me
into infinity.
I mirror you-you mirror me
into infinity.
You mirror me I mirror you
into infinity.
don't lose con-
-trol don,t lose
con-trol don,t.
Don't.
Con-trol don't.
Don't.
I let go. I let go. I let go.
Now.
I let go. Now.
I let go. I let go. I let go.
Now.
I let go. Now.
[Zero...You'll never be a hero to me!]
I,m through I'm through the crack in time!
In the garden see the woman in the blue coat
with stars in her hair!
Magdelene... Priestess... Magdelene...
An unearthly wind blows the curtains of leaves.
Through the slit I see a flash
of everything.
Wise Man In Your Heart
I met a man, a wise old man, the day I lost my pride.
He told me he belonged to me but from me he would hide.
And that I would not hear his voice until I learned to sing.
Now every time I sing I know that I belong.
belong to him.
Singing O why...Singing O why...
He told me he would teach me everything I tried to know.
He made me see that you and me are dreamers in a show.
And when the days were darkest then he lit them with his moons.
And then we crossed the rainbow bridge but we came back...
Came back too soon...
Singing O why...Singing O why...
He showed me where he was Atman that man I could not see.
He pointed to the sky until a ladder I could see.
I climbed for many lives to find the secret golden flower.
And then I woke and found I'd slept for less than half...
Than half an hour.
Singing O why...Singing O why...
He brought us back together then when I was all alone.
He made me see I was not just of earth and skin and bone.
O it makes you feel so beautiful you can tell your Self apart.
Everytime you listen to the wise man in your heart.
Singing O why...Singing O why...
Mad Monk
In Yukatan, or in some country like it.
There went a man, he was a crazy mystic.
And in the sky he saw a way,
he heard a voice singin a song
all about it.
He saw the Path, it made him laugh...
No ego fuss-so obvious-who could doubt it!
He giggled & laughed all day...
Wuz nothing that he could say...
What more can I tell you?
Bout the mad monk he don't shake no tit
Just him & the One Love: That's IT!
Mad monk he's a dancing soul
Don't need no guru to take control
Lafta yoga show me the way!
Lafta yoga show me the way!
Lafta yoga make me my day!
Don't gimmee that olde time religion!
No Lucifer no moral correction!
No denomination, no confusion, no persuasion,
No holy roller bogeyman no way!
If you want direction, you better listen to
the inner tuition, get on an inner mission!
Whatcha doin' in the sin bin hey?
Havin more fun than anyone ain'tcha?
And you think you,re dabblin with danger don'tcha!
But if ya listen to the mad monk
You know what he,ll tell yoo?
Whatever turns you on can be your teacher
But only if you want it bad, you gotta be mad!
You must have had a proper gutful of propaganda
To under-overstand what the mad monk means
When he hits you with the lafta yoga...
You wanna know what lafta yoga is?
Erhh herh herh ha ha ha hahhahhahhaa..whooh hooh hah
Whooh hoo haah ha ha ha ha hah haaaa!
Back in Mississippi, back in the bible belt...
A mystic Walter Mitty, but one who was free of guilt!
Him an, 'is One Love, he who would shake no tit!
The Klu Klux Klan might turn him into tuna melt!
Lafta yoga show me the way!
Lafta yoga make me my day!
Yeh!
Yoni On Mars
Witch Yoni looping round the moon.
Tripping to Mars.
Drifting on the red world.
Walking the dog.....star.
Talking galactic acrobat.
Ah here's a huge blue balloon........
Its Zero!
Floating Zero comes to rest
at Yoni's place on Mars.
She sorts the DNA up there
Looking for the perfect mix.
Zero shines in the light of two red suns,
His bubble self extends beyond the skyline.
They are together...o yes....
They are apart.
A delightful time.
They watch the stars with great attention.
Then they part.
Damaged Man
Behind the mask of the dictator
I know there is a damaged man.
Inside the man there is a frightened little boy
With scary toys
That somebody will make a deal with.
On either side there is resistance
to the thought of change.
Eventually there is a moment
When one by one the zen machine guns fall to silence.
And all the children still alive can then be saved
To turn em into good little soldiers.
O Warrior Warrior
Why do you want to kill and kill and kill
The women and the children!
Your mothers and your daughters!
Your very own ancestors!
There is no them and us and them and us at all...
Just other versions of ourselves.
Bodilingus
(phone) "Hello!"
(body) "Hello! Is that my virtual you? This is your body speaking!
Ahh yeah...hah...my body!
My body is talking to me!
Uh oh! My flesh is stressing! Distressing!
Its creeping! Its crawling! My bones are knocking.
They,re clicking.They,re clackety clacketing!
My tongue is furrr...licky sticky wicketing! My tongue is flickering. My teeth
are gig gig gig gnashing! Gnashing!
They're racheting! Yick Yak Yak YUK! I have bad breath!
My bowels are wise. My wise old bowels!
Downloading. Downloading.
My eyes say:
WEBSITE! WEBSITE! WEBSITE!
CHORUS:
Speak with your body.
Feel with your mind.
Dance with your heart and soul.
My feet are very under-standing!!
My knees are very knowing!
They argue...They debate!
My kneecaps....My old school kneecaps!
Are scoffing! They,re quaffing! They're scuffling!
(theo sax)
My feet are carrying on regardless!
They,re carrying on regardless!
My ears are radiating. They're tintintabulating!
My skin is very rash. What's it insinuating?
Too much skin-up-ulating?
CHORUS:
My poor old bum! My bum!
Its dumbing down! Its numb! Its numb!
My scrotum is bitching, its tetchy, its twitching.
My prostate is postulating...
I think it's taking the piss!
My spermatoza goes eeek! Is that monsanto?
Is that the monsanto clause? The testicle my friends,
is very mystical. Or simply testy, testy.
Very very testy!
CHORUS
Now I remember my body..
Our body..my body..your body..
Every body!
What a surprise!
You,re very very wise!
I call it body language...
I call it body language...
I call it body language...
So thank you very very much!
Tali's Song
Tali's in the garden
By the wishing well
Wishing he could find a way
To break the magick spell
That keeps his father far away
Across the windy seas
In misty forests listening....
To the music of the trees.
Orlando's in the kitchen
Licking on a spoon
Behind his eyes he's far away
Riding on the moon
He dreamed he saw his father
Sitting by a stream
And his spirit floated up to him
And it kissed him in the brain
I'm coming to visit you inside your head
I'm leaving my body
Behind in my house
On my bed.
Can you hear me...
I'm getting nearer...
And can you feel me...
Now I'm there...
He's here!
Tasmin's on the highway
Hitching rides across the land
She loves a singer in a rock'n'rollin band
Whenever someone picks her up
And tries to put her down
She just smiles her father's smile...
Then she splits without a sound.
Ananda's on the veranda
Working on his bike
He wants to ride to Bearsville
Just to check out what its like
But high in the Himalayas
His father stops his car
And standing on the summit
He's wondering how you are....
He's coming to visit you inside your head.
He's leaving his body behind
in his house on his bed
So do ya hear him
He's coming nearer
Now can you feel him?
He's here....
He's here!
Infinitea