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• Artiste: Dharma's Lane
• Titre: All Flows
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(Verses 1-4) Met ol' girl in Baton Rouge Man, this bird could sing the blues A kaleidoscope guitar from another place With long orange locks all in her face A body from hell that never would move But those fingers began just pickin' a groove So I just sat on back and took a shwill of my beer And heard the song of the sirens drawing me near The guitar opened up into a visual language Out jumped a gnome and started turning the pages But the pages weren't pages and it sounded like color The true light, the new light and spoke of no other What tripped me out though was my de ja vu This perceptual energy was offered anew? I was a mineral once, a quartz scepter perhaps An orka in the pacific just swimming my laps (Chorus) The crying philosopher speaks in desperation Pante Rhea Pante Rhea Pante Rhea