White Marble Ganesh
She came up to me
Dressed in rags of orange drapery
She said I was going to die
But I could learn to fly
There is a sky
Beyond the mind
Beyond all time
Behind the eye
White marble Ganesh
Drinking milk on my tv
Simple miracle on channel 9
If you wanna see
Then she said to me:
Hare Rama, Rama Krishna
Hare Rama Krishna, Krishna
Hare Rama
Rama, Hare Rama Hare Krishna
Hare Rama Krishna, Krishna
Hare Rama Krishna, Krishna
Hare Rama Krishna Hare Rama Krishna
Hare Krishna
Hare, Hare
The night before I was so drunk
Fell asleep on this city park bench
I woke up to the sounds of these
White teenagers beating up on Moroccan kids
They were throwing bottles and stones
They were trashing their backs
She came up to me and she said
That I don't have to believe in this life
There is a sky beyond the mind
Beyond all time
Behind the eye
White marble Ganesh
Drinking milk on my tv
Simple miracle on channel 9
If you wanna see
Then she said to me:
Hare Rama, Rama Krishna
Hare Rama Krishna, Krishna
Hare Rama Krishna
Hare Rama Hare Krishna
Hare Rama, Rama Krishna
Hare Rama Krishna, Krishna
Hare Rama, Rama Hare Rama Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna
Hare Rama, Rama Krishna
Hare Rama Krishna, Krishna
Hare Rama, Rama Hare Rama Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna . . .
Greg Keelor
©1997 Blue Rodeo Productions
[This message has been edited by westcoast (edited 12-29-2001).]