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SideWays Two – Live

Sideways

Sideways

Lean on in

Sideways

Are the Pathways

Buzz . . . Buzz . . . Buzz

Sideways

Lean on in

Sideways

Avoid the World’s Ways

Mmm . . . Mmm . . . Mmm . . .

Sideways

Lean on in

Sideways

Lead out the Maze

Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Yeah . . .

Sideways

Lean on in

Sideways

Into your next Phase

Lean . . . Lean . . . Lean . . .

Lean on In

Lean on In

Lean on In

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Between the Dark and the Light – Live

Between the Dark and the Light

I feel the pull toward the light

To sway in the breeze

To bask in the sunshine

To unfold and reveal the singular colors of me

And I will

I will flower and fruit again and again

Seeds will multiply and fall

On paths

In the brambles

Some in shallow rocky soil

Some will find a way to the good earth

To produce 30, 60,100 fold

But before. . .

Is the time of darkness. Isolation. Unknowing

It is primary, most profound, Transformation, Conversion

Preparation in the dark for life in the light

Only plastic people and flowers have no roots

So little ones, do not doubt the darkness

Rest, be still, surrender to the seed-time

Trust the Creator

There is always death which proceeds new life

Break open

Put down roots

Send up secret shoots

You were made to live between the darkness and the light

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Rorschach Blot

I need to get better singing or Davis needs to do it but its fun either way.  A quick edit. Changed “trapped in the Maze” to “Slaves of the Maze.”

Rorschach Blot

I’ve been lookin’ at the world like a Rorschach Blot

Smellin’ round the edges for the weakest spot

I’m damned if I am and I’m damned if I’m not

Looking at the world like a Rorschach Blot

 

Sleep walkin’,   I’m sleep walkin

Slaves of the Maze of the Game board’s mocking

Sleep walking, I’m sleep walking

Something needs to give, cause I’m tried of all the talking

 

I’ve been staring at the world like a Rorschach Blot

Straining to remember what has all been forgot

Strainin’ at the ropes ,. . .the Gordian knot

Staring at the world like a Rorschach Blot

 

Gotta quit leaning on the world like a Rorschach Blot

Everything I see are all the things it’s not

Projections, reflections are all that It’s got

Gotta quit leaning on the world like a Rorschach Blot

 

Now I’m Feeling for my freedom with my eyes on fire

Feeding fleeting vision with my heart’s desire

Focus fuels the freedom when I look within

Feet find footing, so I now can begin

 

No More . . Sleep walkin’,  sleep walkin

Free from the Maze of the Game board’s mocking

Sleep walking, I’m sleep walking

Time to wake on up, I’m tried of all the talking

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