Delimma

[ancient_paztriot]

Kali-yuga is well underway. The leaders assume competence by their own position and circumstance only.

 

They are blind to the citizens needs and interests… because they dare to put "their own interests" above the SUPREME. The tolerance for this lies with the citizens and "their own realizations". The "powers" assume they will just "have bigger monopolies! by exploiting the people's ignorance… their own cleverness INDEED)".

 

It takes alot of repetition for us to think about it deeply enough. Who's ad are you?

 

If Krsna's interests are above our own, then why is He so obscure… thirty years and counting?

 

(Our only qualification is that we haven't already destroyed what little is left.)

 

But won't be long. The world is racing toward the bitter end.

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After the Gold Rush

 

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming,

saying' something about a queen.

There were peasants singing' and drummers drumming'

and the archer split the tree.

There's a fanfare blowing' to the sun

that was floating on the breeze.

Look at Mother Nature on the run in the nineteen seventies.

Look at Mother Nature on the run in the nineteen seventies.

 

I was lying' in a burned out basement

with the full moon in my eyes.

I was hoping' for replacement

when the sun burst through the sky.

There was a band playing' in my head

and I felt like getting high.

I was thinking' about what a friend had said I was hoping' it was a lie.

Thinking' about what a friend had said I was hoping' it was a lie.

 

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying'

in the yellow haze of the sun,

there were children crying' and colors flying'

all around the chosen ones

All in a dream, all in a dream the loading had begun.

Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.

Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new hoOoOOOme. 

 

Southern Man

 

Southern man

better keep your head

Don't forget

what your good book said

Southern change

gonna come at last

Now your crosses

are burning fast

Southern man

 

I saw cotton

and I saw black

Tall white mansions

and little shacks.

Southern man

when will you

pay them back?

I heard screamin'

and bullwhips cracking

How long? How long?

 

Southern man

better keep your head

Don't forget

what your good book said

Southern change

gonna come at last

Now your crosses

are burning fast

Southern man

 

Lily Belle,

your hair is golden brown

I've seen your black man

comin' round

Swear by God

I'm gonna cut him down!

I heard screamin'

and bullwhips cracking

How long? How long? – Neil Young

 

I Am a Child

 

I am a child in these hills

I am away

I am alone

I am a child in these hills

And looking for water

And looking for life

 

Who will show me the river and ask my name?

Is there nobody here who’ll do that?

 

Well I have come to these hills

I will come to the river

As I choose to be gone from the house of my father

 

I am a child in these hills

I am a child

 

Chased from the gates of the city where no one had touched me

I am away

I am alone

I am a child in these hills

And looking for water

And looking for life

 

Who will show me the river and ask me my name?

Is there nobody here who’ll do that?

 

Well I have come to these hills

I will come to the river

As I choose to be gone from the house of my father

 

I am a child in these hills

I am a child

I am a child

I am a child 

 

Song for Adam

 

Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well

He was alone into his distance

He was deep into his well

I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn't really tell

Now the story's told that Adam jumped, but I've been thinking that he fell

 

Together we went traveling, as we received the call

His destination India, and I had none at all

Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall

So free of fear, we never thought that one of us might fall

 

I sit before my only candle, but it's so little light to find my way

Now this story unfolds before my candle

Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day

But I feel just like a candle in the way

I guess I'll get there, but I wouldn't say for sure

 

When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said

And I never heard from him again as each our lives we led

Except for once in someone else's letter that I read

Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead

 

I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way

Now this journey appears before my candle

As a song that's growing fainter the harder that I play

But I fear before I end I'll fade away

But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't say for sure

 

Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him long

And when I stood myself beside him, I never thought I was as strong

Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song

Well I'm not the one to say I know, but I'm hoping he was wrong

 

I'm holding out my only candle, though it's so little light to find my way

Now this story's been laid beneath my candle

And it's shorter every hour as it reaches for the day

Yes, I feel just like a candle in the way

I hope I'll get there, but I never pray

 

Doctor My Eyes

 

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years

And the slow parade of fears without crying

Now I want to understand

I have done all that I could

To see the evil and the good without hiding

You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes

Tell me what is wrong

Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

'Cause I have wandered through this world

And as each moment has unfurled

I've been waiting to awaken from these dreams

People go just where there will

I never noticed them until I got this feeling

That it's later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes

Tell me what you see

I hear their cries

Just say if it's too late for me

Doctor, my eyes

Cannot see the sky

Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry – Jackson Browne