This Is For The Dreamers And Future Dreamers, Who Have The Courage To Face Something Bigger Than Us All As Imagination Connects Us All. It Is Through The Central Figure In Connection With The Earth That We Learn To Balance Our Own Aggression And Empower Others To See By Example That Mankind Has Always Had A Way To Dance With Chaos To Create Unity And Equality. After All One Cannot Find All Of One Point Of View And Expect To See Everything So Trust In Imagination.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
From the Blue One Song Lyrics by Jeremy Matthews
In the flames, calling back through the intergalactic fire space distant shore. I have always been from the blue one, the one with the Continents and seas on it. Flame of night, gathering bright, circling flight, dancing in the night, flames pumping on the wind, sailing through the soul, gathering the night, gathered by the fire flickered flight through the night on the wind ,sailing the soul. In that age old by and by, side by side, throw another log on the fire, its such a silly old satire. My hearts still on fire in that age old by and by. Throw another log on the fire, flame of night gathering bright, inlet shore, suddenly out of the blue, entirely new same free American dream, highland and sea. I am from Oregon. I have always been from the blue one, the one with the continents and sea on it. The main sail mast has been hoisted to sail the dream flowing from heaven to the distant shore to the inlet shore. Flames sailing the soul, gathered by the fire flickered flight mountain rising flames into the inlet shore, ah, ha, ha, ha, ah, ha, soul realization ah, ha, ha, ha, ha to seek and find the truth through the trinity, poetry, romance and adventure, a very spiritual thing like the sky touching the mountain on the rise, where the west remains wild, succulent wild women heeding the call so head out west where the sun sets like the princes and princesses of the sun kept warm through the winter with the flame dancing in the chest to the inlet shore, suddenly out of the great blue, entirely new same free an American dream, highland and sea. I am from Oregon, the tree top main sail mast has been hoisted to sail this dream, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, ha, inlet shore from a distant shore before, flame of night, gathering bright, circling through the fire flickered flight, sailing of the soul, side by side to that inlet shore from a time before, calling back from the distant shore.
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