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HIGH ! ! !

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HUMBLED

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RUBY FROM LONG BEACH

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WITHIN

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MINDSET

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BEAUTIFUL

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MELODIES

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SYMPHONIES

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PLEASE . . . LOVE MORE

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FOLLOW

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GOLDEN

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BRICK

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ROAD

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MAY

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GRATEFUL DEAD - TYPE BAND { S }

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LOVINGLY

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HENCE

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PROVIDE { THROUGH & WITH GOD . . . ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE . . . }

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FREEDOM ! ! !

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VIA

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BALBOA PARK

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san diego

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CALIFORNIA

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WITHIN

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REFERENCE

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THE 4 / 20 FOR 25

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Undone

Most of my life
I’ve lived alone
In this life
Watching lives unfold.

Those I’ve loved
Were loved unknown
No love’s returned
If love’s untold.

When I leave
Dead leaves on bone
All I leave
Are leaves unrolled.

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Once

Once, you opened up our eyes
Once, you said "let there be light"
Once, you walked upon the sea
Once, you rose to set us free

Once, you calmed the storm above
Once, you fed us with your Love
Once, you made the dead to rise
Once, you turned water to wine

For you are the life and
You are the way and
You are the truth that brightens our day
So I'm just gonna watch and wait for Love

Once, you travelled through the land
Once, you healed us with your hand
Once, you taught us to be kind
Once, you changed the course of time

For you are the life and
You are the way and
You are the truth that brightens our day
So I'm just gonna watch and wait
for Love

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Thanks

Thanks

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Wow, amazing

Wow, amazing

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To Believe

To Believe
11/10/17

I have died a thousand deaths
Still you take away my breath
And Lord I need you by my side
Or I won't make it through the night
You've shown me things I never knew
There's mystery in all you do
And even if the sun don't shine
I'll love you 'till the end of time

You lift me up and lead me on
You gave me hope when it was gone
I saw your smile through my tears
And knew there's nothing left to fear
Some things we aren't meant to see
And some things they won't ever be
As long as it's still you and me
There's still a reason to believe

chorus
And yes, there's still a magic we can share
It's running through our fingers and it's floating in the air
And yes, oh baby yes I still believe
If we try we can find everything we need

The seasons come the seasons go
There's always something new to know
Cause nothing ever stays the same
The weather always wants to change
So feel the sun and watch the storm
And let each day a new love form
A vision of what's meant to be
To hold us for eternity

And yes, there's still a magic we can share
It's running through our fingers and it's floating in the air
And yes, oh baby yes I still believe
If we try we can find everything we need

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The Manifestations of the Voyage

my house's stairway is seized
with vertigo.
Matter having forsaken its laws,
we land in hell,
ascending to heaven.

Shadows move along ladders
under the silence of ordinary things
there is another silence:
it belongs neither to the leaves nor to the
dead

with a crown of birds circling
him
a child is running in an abandoned
house
the stairway takes the measure of
its own emptiness

I myself am the stairway that
Time has used in its
funeral course

wheels lift water in the
gardens of Hama
and come down
not waiting for the river
to put out the fire

Here we are left with
the river Seine and Paris's poisons.
I prefer gardens where
linden trees get ready for
a lunar voyage

The stairway that separates my
room from my memory
whispers in my ear...

I am not at the mercy of men
since trees live in my fantasies
men and trees long for fire
and call for the rain
I love rains which carry desires
to
oceans.

Between one airplane and
another
space is disoriented
stars sneak into holes and brides
go naked to wells

their innocence wanes under
our eyes
You and I are made from a
worm-eaten wood

The Word has sunk
we are left with no cry gesture
or gaze
silence to us is forbidden.

We are threatened neither by life
nor by death
nor forced to admire the Spring

I found earth-castles on the edge
of the desert's torrents
I took their marble stairs
but could not find my way either
up or down
then I understood that I was
in a state of non-reason
and non-madness
and that the gardens of Andalusia
were standing
ready to die.

Two cities Two tears
Let insanity keep between
its skirts
legs
within its black eyes
the fright of my adolescence
and the nocturnal walk on the hills:
which hill?
I mean the kingdom that a man carries
in his gut when
his love's fulfilled.

Two cities which are neither Beirut
nor Damascus
two tears: neither of alcohol nor of
rain
Yes there has been a truck
and a blue-eyed woman
from Russia
—grey olive tree—
I was a butterfly caught by
a fire:
neither the day's not the night's
but the
incandescence that radiates
from the body like a
receding sickness,
Let tombs stay open!

The stairway which leads to my
room
borrows its metals from Babylon
The Prophet's Ascension
had two movements
we fell into whirlpools
of mud
and the wind followed his horse
A tempest went after
the sun's steps
The Prophet swam through waves
of clouds
a river of gold carried his
vessel
and away from the sun he reached Paradise
a Paradise made of light.

The stairway which leads to my room
leads to an observatory
I own two telescopes
to observe stars and black holes
and take mechanized stairs
which advance with no advance

my hair spins with
sunflowers

Illegitimate is this linden tree
which shakes by my door

let us get ready for Hell!

Cursed be messengers
tossing about water's tranquility
and building forest fences

Oh that the wind go quicker than us!
that we may be smothered by light!

This linden tree standing by my door
weights heavy on my days
I will finally marry it
and we shall bring children
condemned to terror

this tree looks at me
with insistence:
It will be kept waiting
until Time's end.

- Etel Adnan

from "The Manifestations of the Voyage" from The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage.

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Story that includes over 150 Dead songs

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Shhh...

Perhaps we don't need another mean meme
While the despots demean all that they deem
Might interfere with nefarious schemes
Of reality muddied in live streams.
Though the furor denies folks real esteem
Does one stay mum through an evil regime
Doomed to endure what eternity seems
Smarting from deals pitched by little league teams.
Even Gandhi would have altered his theme
If leaders undermined beyond extreme
And extinguished light a distant hope gleams
Of life not lived just in afternoon dreams.
Kneel with the children, then stand up and scream
"Keeping still, kills, when war's not puff 'n' cream!

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The Artist's Duty

So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame
To extend all boundaries
To fog them in right over the plate
To kill only what is ridiculous
To establish problems
To ignore solutions
To listen to no one
To omit nothing
To contradict everything
To generate the free brain
To bear no cross
To take part in no crucifixion
To tinkle a warning when mankind strays
To explode upon all parties
To wound deeper than the soldier
To heal this poor obstinate monkey once and for all
To have kids with pretty angels
To display his dancing seed
To sail only in polar seas
To laugh at every situation
To besiege all their cities
To exhaust the primitive
To follow every false track
To verify the irrational
To exaggerate all things
To inhabit everyone
To lubricate each proportion
To experience only experience
To deviate at every point
To offer no examples
To dismiss all support
To make one monster at least
To go underground immediately
To smell the shark's ass
To multiply all opinions
To work only in the distance
To extend all shapes
To acquire a sublime reputation
To consort forever with the runaway
To sport the glacial eye
To direct all smouldering ambitions
To frequent only the exterminating planets
To kidnap the phantom's first-born
To forego no succulent filth
To masquerade as the author of every platitude
To overwhelm the mariner with improper charts
To expose himself to every ridicule
To ambush their blow-nose Providence
To set a flame in the high air
To exclaim at the commonplace alone
To cause the unseen eyes to open
To advance with the majesty of the praying serpent
To contrive always to be caught with his pants down
To sprinkle mule-milk on the lifted brows of virgins
To attach no importance whatever to his activity
To admire only the absurd
To be concerned with every profession save his own
To raise a fortuitous stink on the boulevards of truth and beauty
To desire an electrifiable intercourse with a female alligator
To lift the flesh above the suffering
To forgive the beautiful its disconsolate deceit
To send the world away to crawl under his discarded pedestals
To have the cunning of the imperilled wave
To hide his lamentations in the shredded lungs of the tempest
To recommend stone eyelashes for all candid lookers
To attribute every magnificence to himself
To maintain that the earth is neither round nor flat but a scomaphoid
To flash his vengeful badge at every abyss
To be revolted by only the sacred cow which piddles at the toes of the swamp
To kneel with the blind and drunk brigands and learn their songs
To happen
To embrace the intemperate hermaphrodite of memory
It is the artist's duty to be alive
To drag people into glittering occupations
To return always to the renewing stranger
To observe only the funereal spectator
To assume the ecstasy in all conceivable attitudes
To follow the plundering whirlpool to its source
To cry out nervously with every knock
To stock his shelves with plaintive confessions and pernicious diaries
To outflow the volcano in semen and phlegm
To be treacherous when nothing is to be gained
To enrich himself at the expense of everyone
To reel in an exquisite sobriety
To blush perpetually in gaping innocence
To drift happily through the ruined race-intelligence
To burrow beneath the subconscious
To defend the unreal at the cost of his reason
To obey each outrageous impulse
To commit his company to all enchantments
To rage against the sacrificing shepherds
To return to a place remote from his native land
To pursue the languid executioner to his hall bedroom
To torment the spirit-lice
To cover the mud with distinguished vegetation
To regain the emperor's chair
To pass from one world to another in carefree devotion
To withdraw only when all have been profaned
To contract every battering disease
To peel off all substances from the face of horror
To glue himself to every lascivious breast
To hurl his vigorous cone into every trough
To unroll the hide from that repugnant rhinoceros Time
To refrain from no ownership
To crowd the squat-rumped centuries into his own special residence
To plunge beyond their smoking armpits

- Kenneth Patchen

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