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Amith, The Flower Guy
02:41
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Amith, The Flower Guy (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
There he is... oh, there he is...
There he is, our friend Amith... he's the flower guy,
spreading joy through the air by putting flowers in our hair
and smiles on the faces at the neighborhood places he happens to stop by...
In the spirit of "Jah" to the world and peace on earth
he'll greet you with serenity, so sweet...
hand you a fragrant gardenia, or two and quietly wish ya the blessings of Krishna,
while Amma's arms reach out to soothe and accept and comfort you.
Honesty, integrity, humility... just some of the seeds he sows...
Selflessness and spirituality, like organic miracle plants for the soul,
that more of us should nurture and cherish...
so unconditional blossoms of love can grow...
There he is... oh, there he is...
There he is, our friend Amith... he's the flower guy...
If a guitar is free, he might jam like Bob Marley,
or perform a cover from Brenda Malvini, she's the starry light
that shines, forever bright in his eyes...
In a perfect world, his wishes for peace and bliss
would wipe away war, pain and poverty...
He'd replace the stench of greed with the scent of gardenias
and everyone's bouquet of needs would be filled for free...
There he is... oh, there he is...
There he is, our friend Amith... he's the flower guy.
There he is, our friend Amith... he's the flower guy.
There he is, oh, there he is, there he is, oh, there he is.
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Dance Mayah Dance
02:52
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Dance, Mayah, Dance
The first time I saw her she was dancin' at an open mic at The Sacred Grounds.
Oh, Frankieman was playin' on his didgeridoo
and Aedryan, well, he might have been there too.
I didn't even catch the name of this whirlin' flame of a twirlin' girl...
but she was movin' like a force of nature untamed... in sync with Jah, Buddah, Ra,
God, Goddess, Kryshna... and any other spark, or spirit of this universe...
The girl could dance, dance, dance... Oh yeah!
She could dance, dance, dance...
This girl could dance, dance, dance... Oh yeah!
She could dance, dance, dance...
The next time I saw her she was walkin' at the corner of Haight & Ashbury.
Now, you gotta understand, this street's like one giant band...
There were musicians as far as the eye could see...
Well, her Birkenstocked feet would adapt to the beat of every genre, groove, style and sound...
shoulders swayin', hips gyratin', arms so gracefully creatin' air sculptures rivaling those
of Michaelangelo, Rodin, Cellini, Nevelson, DaVinci, Lin, Saint-Gauden... Wow!
Any one of them would have been so proud of
the girl who could dance, dance, dance
Oh, she could dance, dance, dance...
This girl could dance, dance, dance... Oh yeah!
She could dance, dance, dance...
Well, I finally got the chance to ask her name while meditating at Hippie Hill...
She introduced herself as Mayah, gave me a hug,
then went right back to that place where the drum circle takes
the free and joyous, blissful beings who submit their will
to the dance, dance, dance. oh yeah,
Mayah could dance, dance, dance
This girl could dance, dance, dance...
Oh yeah, go on, dance, Mayah, dance...
The first time I saw her she was dancin' at an open mic at The Sacred Grounds.
Oh, Frankieman was playin' on his didgeridoo
and well, Aedryan, yeah, he might have been there too.
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EARTH MOTHER AND HER MOON CHILD (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
She's the original Earth Mother, nurturing and kind...
so wise beyond her young years, an old soul of the dearest type.
She's got this beautiful Moon Child, who's always circling
around & around & around & around & around & around & around...
Earth Mother and her Moon Child...
they make joyful thoughts appear so clear & pure & sweet & mild.
Earth Mother and her Moon Child...
living life the way it's supposed to be, for each other unconditionally...
and together, they shine on, so much brighter than the sun in the sky...
with a love that goes way beyond all those limits like space and time...
and forever is nowhere near long enough to share the perfect circle they are.
If life were just another night's sky, they'd form the guiding star.
Earth Mother and her Moon Child... Earth Mother and her Moon Child...
She's the ultimate Moon Child, a little wild and so carefree,
mixed with innocence and compassion and a boundless curiosity.
She loves her beautiful Earth Mother, I guess that's why she's always circling
around & around & around & around & around & around & around...
Earth Mother and her Moon Child...
they make joyful thoughts appear so clear & pure & sweet & mild.
Earth Mother and her Moon Child...
living life the way it's supposed to be, for each other unconditionally...
and together, they shine on, so much brighter than the sun in the sky...
with a love that goes way beyond all those limits like space and time...
and forever is nowhere near long enough to share the perfect circle they are.
If life were just another night's sky, they'd form the guiding star.
Earth Mother and her Moon Child... Earth Mother and her Moon Child...
living life the way it's supposed to be, for each other unconditionally...
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Here's To Lookin' At You Kid (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
Well, here's to lookin' at you kid...
It's all so shiny and new, kid...
just thinking about all the things you gotta do, kid...
here's to lookin' at you...
Now, I've seen some of the world's greatest talent
performing right here, in this very place...
poets, percussionists, singer/songwriters
all gettin' cozy in their own little space. So...
Here's to lookin' at you kid...
It's all so shiny and new, kid...
just thinking about all the things you gotta do, kid...
here's to lookin' at you...
You've got us head boppin', feet stompin', hand clappin'
all night long... and that joy that you're feelin'
is the world gettin' some healin'
every time you sing one of your songs. So...
Here's to lookin' at you kid...
all starry eyed and skies are blue, kid...
just thinking about all the things you gotta do, kid...
here's to lookin' at you...
Well, let me be the first to say "welcome home"
though I bet you never knew you'd been here, or gone...
but home is in your heart and your heart is in your songs,
so we're glad to have you back, now it's time to rock on! So...
Here's to lookin' at you kid...
All your hopes and dreams comin' true, kid...
just thinking about all the things you're gonna do, kid...
here's to lookin' at you...
You've got us head boppin', feet stompin', hand clappin'
all night long... and that joy you're feelin,
that's the world gettin' some healin'
every time you sing one of your songs, so Rock On!
Here's to lookin' at you kid...
All your hopes and dreams comin' true, kid...
just thinking about all the things you're gonna do, kid...
here's to lookin' at you...
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Hippie VanGogh
03:58
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Hippie VanGogh (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
Somewhere over there Rainbow's playing a song...
He's always thinking of ways to be kind where everyone else can be kind right along.
I'll bet he rode in on a time machine that he built way back in the '60s...
Powered by the heat from that Summer Of Love...
I once heard a hippie sage of our age say, "That one summer just wasn't enough"...
(thank you, Maria...)
and I guess Rainbow heard her plea, because he brought along enough colors
to paint all the endless summers of love that a flower child could ever need...
and from his third floor studio, our very own hippie VanGogh re-arranges rainbows
into the portraits of Haight-Ashbury...
Like pastel alters to our dearest souls - lest we forget,
That's why God/Goddess sent us Rainbow, our hippie VanGogh.
Lest we forget, that's why God/Goddess sent us Rainbow, our hippie VanGogh
As a young man, he earned a masters degree in Haight Street philosophy.
The Beatles taught him "all you need is love" and to "give peace a chance"
while Krishna does his dance and the rest of the world that yearns to be free
learns how to believe...
He paints joy & hope & wisdom & truth so we can teach ourselves how to see
the faces and places that nurture our souls and the signs and designs
that expand our minds until we grasp for bliss and gasp at the amazing radiance
of all the parts becoming whole...
and I guess Rainbow knows his stuff, because Janis, Jerry, Chet, Jimmy,
Bob & the Fab Four all look real enough for a flower child to believe...
and from his third floor studio, our very own hippie VanGogh re-arranges rainbows
into the portraits of Haight-Ashbury...
Like pastel alters to our dearest souls - lest we forget,
That's why God/Goddess sent us Rainbow, our hippie VanGogh.
Lest we forget, that's why God/Goddess sent us Rainbow, our hippie VanGogh
Somewhere over there Rainbow's painting what's right,
in radiant light, over what's wrong.
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In Lak'ech
03:41
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In Lak'ech (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
I haven't got a clue...
No, I haven't got a clue, what to call this amazing feeling...
love is such a misused, abused and misunderstood word.
So, how would you describe stayin' up 'til all hours, night after night...
trying to write what can't be transcribed by mere poetry, artistry, music, or verse...
and then you start saying the silliest things,
you reveal yourself... all your hopes fears and dreams,
because maybe, just maybe, this one will "get it" and want,
I mean really want, to be there and go there, to play, laugh and grow there,
to spend your whole lives there, where now lasts forever
and each moment's blessed with bliss as the ultimate truth...
and did I mention, that they'd want, I mean really want, to share all this with you?
In Lak'ech, In Lak'ech means I am another you (sing twice)
and where do we go... to see that it's so?
Just look in my eyes... How can you not know?
well, I haven't got a clue...
There must be something about the risks we're willing to take
that makes life feel real and exciting and worth the price of the ride.
Actions, our actions, have a way of speaking for themselves... even when
our feelings and truths get all tongue tied and bottled up deep inside.
So I might start saying the silliest things,
revealing myself... all my hopes fears and dreams,
because maybe, just maybe, you'll actually "get it" and want,
I mean really want, to be there and go there, to play, laugh and grow there,
to live our whole lives there, where now lasts forever
and each moment's blessed with bliss as the ultimate truth...
and did I mention, that I want, I mean I really want, to share all this with you?
In Lak'ech, In Lak'ech - I am another you (sing twice)
and where do we go, where do we go... to see that it's so?
Just look in my eyes, won't you look in my eyes... How can you not know?
In Lak'ech, In Lak'ech - I am another you (sing twice)
and where do we go, where do we go... to see that it's so?
Just look in my eyes, won't you look in my eyes... How can you not know?
well, I haven't got a clue... but hopefully, now, you do.
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Laura, Dear Laura
02:51
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Laura, Dear Laura (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
Laura, sweet Laura... such deep thoughts behind wise eyes, so alive and blue...
Life, with all it's mysterious, beautiful wonderful choices to make...
Countless bright, sparkling points of light competing for your grace...
but, you can only choose one, or two stars to wish on at a time...
It's the time of your life, dear Laura, it's the time of your life, sweet Laura.
Laura, gentle Laura... so many people linked, in harmony, to you
Your old friends, they ride, beside you, so strong...
the new ones join in... like a bike marathon
Your smile is a magical magnet of joy and we're all gonna stick like glue...
but, for now, we must say adieu until the next time...
It's the time of your life, dear Laura, it's the time of your life, gentle Laura.
Laura, precious Laura... with a heart full of peace and love to guide you through...
A life of laughter and music is waiting right at your finger tips...
So, let your message grow, one smile at a time...
one people, one tribe, one world divine...
To everything, turn and turn, there is always a time...
and Laura, precious Laura... It's the time of your life,
sweet Laura, it's the time of your life,
gentle Laura, it's the time of your life,
dear Laura, it's the time of your life
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Matter Of Time
05:40
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A MATTER OF TIME (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
Live, love, laugh, learn, laugh, love, live...
Live your life as if today were almost over
and tomorrow had already come and passed into yesterday.
Love the one you're with as if they were the one and only one
over all time and space and time were almost over and their space
had finally got in the way...
Laugh and smile at every opportunity to do so as if you'd already
wiped the tears of joy from your eyes... and learn to dream
the dreams you used to dare to dream before you grew up and had to realize...
It's all just a matter of time... and time doesn't matter at all...
In the end everything will be fine, so relax if your back's to the wall.
When you color outside of the lines, maybe the lines shouldn't be there at all...
all just a matter of time... and time doesn't matter at all...
Live, love, laugh, learn, laugh, love, live...
Live & love & laugh & hope & plan & dream with all your heart, mind, body, soul
and any other hat you might throw into that ring.
Stop and smell a flower. Gaze up at the sky. Marvel at the sun and moon as they go by
and make the stars plenty of wishes to bring.
Fill each day with pre-planned random acts of kindness. Think before you speak
and don't forget silence is like gold, so listen and learn...
and that ol' golden rule's still up to me and you, so let's give everyone an extra turn,
('cause), It's all just a matter of time... and time doesn't matter at all...
In the end everything will be fine, so relax if your back's to the wall.
When you color outside of the lines, maybe those lines don't exist at all.
all just a matter of time... and time doesn't matter at all...
Live, love, laugh, learn, laugh, love, live...
Live your life as if today were almost over
and tomorrow had already come and passed.
Love the one you're with as if they were the one and only one
over all time and space and they would surely be your very, very last.
Laugh and smile at every opportunity to do so... it's always much better
than having to cry... and learn to dream the dreams you used to dare to dream,
then reach out and touch the sky... Reach out and touch the sky...
Live, love, laugh, learn... it's all just a matter of time...
and time doesn't matter at all, because we're the colors outside of those lines.
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Only Pretend
04:00
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Only Pretend, (Plastic And Steel) (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
It was ONLY PRETEND, ah, it was ONLY PRETEND...
I remember playing "army men", in the fields, with my friends.
We'd run through the bushes and climb in the trees,
winning victories, always victories.
It was ONLY PRETEND, it was ONLY PRETEND.
All the fighting we did back then was ONLY PRETEND...
I remember my old "G.I. Joes", with their
plastic M-1s and military clothes.
Playing in the yard I'd arrange a scene
out of some old war movie 'bout the U.S. Marines.
But, it was ONLY PRETEND, ah, it was ONLY PRETEND...
All the fighting we did back then was ONLY PRETEND...
Then I grew up to realize Korea wasn't by my garden hose.
People really died in Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia and places like those.
I remember all those molded little toys,
the tanks ships and planes that molded little boys.
Each battle seemed magnificent, the thrills were real.
I never thought about the difference between PLASTIC AND STEEL.
'cause, It was ONLY PRETEND, ah, it was ONLY PRETEND...
All the fighting we did back then was ONLY PRETEND...
And now I want my son to realize Kuwait isn't by that garden hose.
People really die in Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, Chetznia, Rwanda and
a hundred other places like those...
'cause, He's got all the molded little toys,
the tanks ships and planes that mold the little boys.
Each battle seems magnificent, the thrills are real.
I hope he'll understand the difference between PLASTIC AND STEEL.
It was ONLY PRETEND, ah, it was ONLY PRETEND.
All the fighting we did back then was ONLY PRETEND...
I wish it were ONLY PRETEND, I wish it were ONLY PRETEND...
All this fighting without an end...
I remember playing "army men"...
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Sacred Grounds
05:19
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The Sacred Grounds (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
I heard a voice, like an angel call to me from The Sacred Grounds...
no sweeter sound could there be, so pure and carefree...
I could scarcely believe what good fortune had smiled down on me
and led me straight to the sanctuary of The Sacred Grounds...
The Sacred Grounds...
I heard a voice, like an angel call to me from The Sacred Grounds...
no sadder sound, so melancholy... How could such heartaches be allowed?
I could barely conceive of the great hardships worn on that sleeve...
Thank the twists of fate that let us all believe in The Sacred Grounds.
The Sacred Grounds...
Our lives are like sleepers dreams, intertwine...
All hopes and fears are just a state of the mind.
Our souls go boldly into some unknown...
when all any of us really want is a song to call our own
and a chance to be one voice of that crowd at The Sacred Grounds...
The Sacred Grounds...
I heard a choir, like angels, call to me from The Sacred Grounds...
singing choruses all to familiar to me... I just had to sing along...
I just had to sing along...
Like some magical key that unlocks the joy deep inside of you and me...
this simple place where humble people meet is The Sacred Grounds...
The Sacred Grounds...
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She's A Hummingbird
04:36
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She's A Hummingbird (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
She's a hummingbird. She's a hummingbird...
She's a hummingbird...
swift, beautiful, wild and free...
each day's like a nurturing flower for her
she'll drink the sweet nectar,
but only takes what she needs...
Then she'll drift off... riding the wind
like an angelic kiss to the sky...
Up and over the rainbow...
'cause hummingbirds have to fly...
hummingbirds have to fly.
She's a hummingbird... She's a hummingbird...
She's an unspoken word...
sweet nothings whispered in your ear.
She's every voice of the universe, in unity,
shouting out praises for all creation to hear.
She's the shapes the clouds make
when they're whispy & white...
She's the first glow of dawn,
the last sliver of night...
She's all flora & fauna, all land, sea & sky...
She's all grace, time & space, bliss & love...
but, most of all... most of all...
She's a hummingbird and hummingbirds have to fly.
She's a hummingbird... She's a hummingbird...
She's the dream catcher, a yogi master.
your first breath, your last sigh... She's
the first glow of dawn, the last sliver of night.
She's all grace, time and space, bliss and love,
but, most of all, most of all she's a hummingbird
and hummingbirds have to fly, hummingbirds
have to fly... hummingbirds have to fly...
fly away... hummingbird goodbye...
She's a hummingbird... She's a hummingbird...
She's a hummingbird... Hummingbird goodbye...
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WE LOVE YOU SO, MARIA MANGO (nuvocoke@gmail.com)
Star seed set free, that's what I see in your eyes...
peace growin', love floatin', like flowers and butterflies...
rainbows unseen, in their soft green disguise...
deep oceans, sweet potions that soothe and mesmerize...
and there you are, the avatar of all that's hippie fine-ness...
in your Birkenstocks, woolen socks, faded jeans and hippie dress...
with a hippie-ish hat, on the happiest head in the Haight-Ashbury...
and I've got to say, oh, oh, oh... We love you so Maria Mango.
Oh, oh, oh... so please take us with you wherever you go.
Joyful voice, simple choice for bliss in your songs...
with that universal harmony, you invite us to sing along...
from bus stops to coffee shops, in the park and on the street...
you're the voice of hippie angels to everyone you meet...
and way up in hippie heaven ol' Chet has to smile...
Janis winks and Allen thinks how they knew, all the while,
you'd carry that torch like the Olympic flame
until everyone else can see that hippie dreams and reality
are one in the same.
and they want to say, oh, oh, oh... We love you so Maria Mango.
Oh, oh, oh... so please take us with you wherever you go.
Just before sunset, up on hippie hill...
there's music and laughter and memories to fill.
Green grass,. green trees, green bud... it's all good...
so, breathe it all in, it's your neighborhood.
and we all want to say, oh, oh, oh... We love you so Maria Mango.
Oh, oh, oh... so please take us with you wherever you go.
especially if it's Hawaii...
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singer/songwriter - San Francisco Bay Area - covering political satire, current events, life, love... and all that other stuff... a songwriter's work is never done!
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