Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Lyrics for the first four songs of Snuffaluffagus' "BRAZIL WOOD POETRY"

Om Mani Padme Hum

Be here now you say

Om Mani Padme Hum

To slow my heart rate

Be here now you say

Om Mani Padme Hum

Distilled in my heart cave

Be here now you say

Om Mani Padme Hum

To feel the kind waves

Just today, Just right now

There's pollen on the pages

Im actually writing this poem down

What could be more here than now

Energy has become light

Love lit the way for the clearest path

Wisdom and beauty its all the same trip

Collective Consciousness

The sun and the moon and the charmers flute

They'll make you move

Like the solstice sunspots of a life we once thought was good

It is still good, Life is still wonderful, as it should be

Cause we try to find

The meaning in the noise

Its plain to say its scattered

So lets just find a piece and share it

And we can add it to

The collective consciousness

I see it filling

I see it spilling

Over with thought

Because it has taught

That in this enormous universe

We fit in perfect

Tropicalia Eclipse

Our currency consists of cut down trees and mined minerals

Endless stumps shadow precancerous lumps

growing over fields of mushroom patches

We consume the dread of endless doom

They produce the endless working class

Put your money where your mouth is

I know your work can be tiring

But positive polarity plural

Will push the pack forward

Into a golden age of enlightenment

Put your money where your mouth is

No More wishing the fire plum to be eaten

Only Hoping for two to tango and three to share this mango

And salsa pattern that you tapped on your thighs made me cry

Because the world has its signs

The roses rare rumba

Fell victim to slumber

Don't let it dampen your light source

Put your money where your mouth is

The essence of caring is peace love and sharing

Tupi had enough of this longing so they went to the air waves

In attempt to create free sound by caring for human feelings

Put your money where your mouth is

Brazil Wood Poetry

For brazil wood poetry we put our dreams in jars

For higher art

For a better start

Brazil wood poetry carved into the giving tree

Cut from culture shock

To grind in your coffee cup

Brazil wood poetry drifts out to the seven seas

For brazil wood poetry I'd give my life to hear you sing these songs

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