The Lyrical Conveyance Of The Imagery Spiraling Sun Of Chaotic Profusion In New Beginnings. Giving Vision To Ever Seek The Light. Manifesting The Rising Balance On The Illuminating Rays Of Growth. All In A Dream In A Sun Mingled River To Bless My Light And Break Through The Dark Giving Truth Of My Spirit's Presence In The Afterglow To Keep Moving On And Give And Embrace Life Moving Along Like A River Song With Its Voices Together From Each Drop Of Light Cresting Inward; Hear The Songs.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
From the Blue One Song Lyrics by Jeremy Matthews
In the flames, calling back through the intergalactic fire space distant shore. I have always been from the blue one, the one with the Continents and seas on it. Flame of night, gathering bright, circling flight, dancing in the night, flames pumping on the wind, sailing through the soul, gathering the night, gathered by the fire flickered flight through the night on the wind ,sailing the soul. In that age old by and by, side by side, throw another log on the fire, its such a silly old satire. My hearts still on fire in that age old by and by. Throw another log on the fire, flame of night gathering bright, inlet shore, suddenly out of the blue, entirely new same free American dream, highland and sea. I am from Oregon. I have always been from the blue one, the one with the continents and sea on it. The main sail mast has been hoisted to sail the dream flowing from heaven to the distant shore to the inlet shore. Flames sailing the soul, gathered by the fire flickered flight mountain rising flames into the inlet shore, ah, ha, ha, ha, ah, ha, soul realization ah, ha, ha, ha, ha to seek and find the truth through the trinity, poetry, romance and adventure, a very spiritual thing like the sky touching the mountain on the rise, where the west remains wild, succulent wild women heeding the call so head out west where the sun sets like the princes and princesses of the sun kept warm through the winter with the flame dancing in the chest to the inlet shore, suddenly out of the great blue, entirely new same free an American dream, highland and sea. I am from Oregon, the tree top main sail mast has been hoisted to sail this dream, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, ha, inlet shore from a distant shore before, flame of night, gathering bright, circling through the fire flickered flight, sailing of the soul, side by side to that inlet shore from a time before, calling back from the distant shore.
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