Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both your eyes, and see without your face. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit down in the circle, and give a mighty yell. Chorus: Community of spirit - feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd’s love. Find your beloved at night, stars shining above. Until you find your beloved, Refuse to eat or drink. Be empty of worry, Who made you to think? Chorus Why do you stay in prison when the door is open wide? Leave the tangle of fear. Live in silence; move outside. Flow down and down in ever widening rings, ever widening rings, widening rings of being. Chorus

I had a girl; she was so pretty. I met her one day in a park in the city. Jogging along in the early evening hours, She looked my way when I sneezed by the flowers. Her glance caught mine, and my heart gave a flutter: Laser beams of modern love melted me like butter; But before I could stammer, “Please tell me your name,” She turned to the suburb from where she came. She was so pretty that day in the city, But I lost her to suburban decay. I went back to the park to see her again, But it wasn’t ‘til later, at the house of a friend, That I met the girl whose name was Rachelle, And several weeks later things were real swell. We walked hand in hand down perfumed promenades; We’d sit in the shade and sip pink lemonade; But her anxious looks toward the ‘burbs revealed A need to go shopping that she couldn’t conceal. She was so pretty that day in the city, But I lost her to suburban decay. I followed her out to her model community Of manicured lawns and comfortable piety Of too many cars and purified air For allergenic refugees of the city’s wear and tear. It was out there amid decrepit parking stalls She admitted her love for old shopping malls. I’m sorry to say that our love is no more; Her greatest affection belongs to a store. She was so pretty that day in the city, But I lost her to suburban decay.

Save the planet; Do what you can. Let’s get together and make a plan. Save the planet; Do what you can. Let’s get together and make a plan. Divided we fall; United we stand. Save the planet; You understand. We know the problem; let’s lend a hand. Roll up your sleeves; come join the band. (2x) Speak truth to power; Take a stand. We know the problem; our efforts expand. No procrastination, no more delay, Tomorrow looks deadly; let’s start work today. No more wishful thinking, let’s pick up the pace. The time has come for action to save the human race. Our eyes are open, heads out of the sand. We see the danger in every land. People in power, hear our demand. People with money, give what you can. Let’s get together; Make a plan. Divided we fall; United we stand.

A lover told his beloved How much he loved her, How faithful he’d been, Giving up his wealth, giving up his strength, giving up his claim to fame. There was a fire in him. He didn’t know from where it came, But it made him weep, but it made him weak and melt like a candle. She said, “That’s all well and good, But it’s only love’s décor, The branches of the trees, the blossoms and the leaves, But you must live at the root. To really be a true lover You must die.” He lay back and laughed And opened like a rose that drops down to the ground and laughed until he died. Chorus (Db, up, paradiddle?): That laughter was his freedom And his gift to the eternal. As moonlight shines at the sun, He heard the call of home and went. Verse 2: If it were the end of the world, And everything were falling apart, Nothing to sustain, nothing to maintain, and death were at our door. We’d go for a walk and hold hands, And create something out of nothing, And you would start the joke, until we laughed and choked, until we died with laughter. Chorus 2: That laughter is our freedom And our gift to the eternal. As moonlight shines at the sun, We hear the call of home and go. (sax solo) Verse 3: When light returns to its source, It takes nothing Of what it has lit. It may have shone on a garden, or on a garbage dump or the center of a human eye. It doesn’t matter just where. The light goes, and when it does, The open plain becomes passionately bleak, Wanting the light to come back. As moonlight shines at the sun It’s the same for everyone. Laughter is our freedom And our gift to the eternal. A lover told his beloved How much he loved her, How faithful he’d been, Giving up his wealth, giving up his strength, giving up his claim to fame. There was a fire in him. He didn’t know from where it came, But it made him weep, but it made him weak and melt like a candle. She said, “That’s all well and good, But it’s only love’s décor, The branches of the trees, the blossoms and the leaves, But you must live at the root. To really be a true lover You must die.” He lay back and laughed And opened like a rose that drops down to the ground and laughed until he died. That laughter was his freedom And his gift to the eternal. As moonlight shines at the sun, He heard the call of home and went. If it were the end of the world, And everything were falling apart, Nothing to sustain, nothing to maintain, and death were at our door. We’d go for a walk and hold hands, And create something out of nothing, And you would start the joke, until we laughed and choked, until we died with laughter. That laughter is our freedom And our gift to the eternal. As moonlight shines at the sun, We hear the call of home and go. When light returns to its source, It takes nothing Of what it has lit. It may have shone on a garden, or on a garbage dump or the center of a human eye. It doesn’t matter just where; The light goes, and when it does, The open plain becomes passionately bleak, Wanting the light to come back. As moonlight shines at the sun It’s the same for everyone. Laughter is our freedom And our gift to the eternal.

Come under the shadow of this gray rock, And I’ll show you something different from both Your shadow sprawling on sand at daybreak, or Your shadow leaping behind the fire against the red rock: I’ll show you his clothes and limp body and the racist shadow in the cave of his mouth. He could not love the black one, because they were not like himself. He aspired to be a saint, but he could not get over himself. He walked once between the sea and cliffs and delighted in the movement of his limbs and the flow of wind over his body. No pools of water here. When he walked over the meadows, He was soothed by his own rhythm. By the river - watch out for that mirror - His eyes were aware of the pointed corners of his eyes And his hands aware of the pointed tips of his fingers. Here was the object of his true devotion. Struck down by such knowledge, He could not live men’s ways, but became an artist who stood between illusion and deception and made a world to serve himself. (He stayed inside his magic world) the world of reality was unsafe. He said he could be famous “I’ll bend the waking world to my purpose.” He was the seal of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. He was in Eden, the garden of God; his heart was lifted up by his own beauty; he corrupted his wisdom for the sake of his splendor. But the shadow grew larger and scary. If he walked in city streets, He seemed to tread on faces, convulsive thighs and knees. So he came out from the rock. First he was sure that he had been a tree, Twisting its branches among each other And tangling its roots among each other. Then he knew that he had been a fish! With slipp’ry white belly held tight in his fingers, Writhing in his clutch, his ancient beauty Caught fast in the pink tips of his new beauty. Then he had been a young girl, Caught in the woods by a drunken old man, And came to know the repulsion of his drunken old self And the horror of his own slimy flesh. The tree in him urged him to recognize his twisted and tangled self. The face in the mirror repulsed him, so he replaced the mirror. To improve his image, he exalted himself above God. He loved the arrows of discourse though their words burned, and he loved that he was always on their minds. Like the Anastenarides, he danced around their hot words until he saw the pool. A drop in the pool disturbed his reflection. “Come back,” he said and, when the pool had settled, said, “Don’t ever leave me,” and embraced the watery image, but banged his head on rocks below the surface. His white skin surrendered itself to the redness of blood, the color that unites humanity. His flesh was smoothed in the watery depths, and he became the food of bottom feeders, With the shadow on his disintegrating lips.