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You Can Sing Out Of Tune

Don’t let them tempt you to barter your soul never bow down for plastic, or gold or paper, or powder, or dwellings, or cars turn off the noise and look to the stars…   The answers are out there, the … Continue reading

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Let’s Sing A Song

Let’s sing a song for the dead let’s sing a song for the dying I want to hear more than just poor villagers crying let a chorus of cries ring out from sea to sea and we will fill oceans if … Continue reading

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Ho’olehua Night

The brightening light of the Hoku moon lets us know we should head home soon we have to rise with the August sun today has ended tonight has come let’s get home and light the fire then sing and dance … Continue reading

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The Heart Of Babylon

You say we fight for freedom even though you know its a lie our duffel bags are packed and we’re heading to Iraq and theres a good chance that we’re going to die. We took off from Atlanta touched down in Germany after three days in Kuwait … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part III

I lost myself in those endless fields of olive trees picture-perfectly framed by the window of that train as we cut across the Spanish countryside. I started to feel more alive my headache from all that wine began to subside by … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part II

As the train pulled away she stood there, smiled and waved. She had bought my ticket out of town then gave me a euro to grab a churro just before the train came because I’d spent my last dime on … Continue reading

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