Our Sacred Power (water song) By Jesse Scobie
Chords: D7 E7
It flows deep within us, it is the source
Eb7 D7
It keeps us going, it is nature's force
D7 E7
Behind all life and all of creation
Eb7 D7
It gives us the power to fulfill our obligation
D7 CM Bm7 Am7
In this world in which we live
D7 E7
We're born into a life of untold stories
Eb7 D7
With this substance of all our glories
D7 E7
Where all our lives are drawn together
Eb7 D7
Where minds are curious forever
D7 CM Bm7 Am7
It is the greatest gift we can give
Chorus
(chords: Eb7 Ab7
Water is the power to give us life
Eb7 Bb7
Water is the power, our basic right
Eb7 Ab7
Water is here to replenish the earth
Eb7 Bb7
Water is for everyone, a cycle of rebirth
Eb7 Ab7
Our....Sacred Power
Bb7 Eb7
Our....Sacred Right
(Our...Basic Human Right 2nd time)
(2x)
Chords: D7 E7
It'd there from the beginning, the mother to us all
Eb7 D7
It gives us strength every time we fall
D7 E7
We must protect it ourselves from disease
Eb7 D7
Man cannot use water for whatever he please
DM CM Bm7 Am7
It is time to start a new revolution
D7 E7
7 billion souls living on the earth
Eb7 D7
7 billion faces that should get what they deserve
D7 E7
There's enough of the power all around
Eb7 D7
Water's energy of light can always be found
DM CM Bm7 Am7
We must continue it's glorious evolution
Chorus
(chords: Eb7 Ab7
Water is the power to give us life
Eb7 Bb7
Water is the power, our basic right
Water is here to replenish the earth
Water is for everyone, a cycle of rebirth
(Eb7 Ab7 Bb7 Eb7) (4 times)
It is Our....Sacred Power
Our....Sacred Right
(Our...Basic Human Right 2nd time)
Outro: Eb Db Bb Ab Db Bb Ab Fm Eb
© 2010 JOS Songs, All Rights Reserved.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
I Just Wasn't Made For These Times (free verse poem)
I JUST WASN'T MADE FOR THESE TIMES By Jesse Scobie
You can see the signs on the highway
They tell you lies with truth that's sad
Your mind wanders every which way
Till its full of ghosts some good some bad
With perceptions that sting like scorpions
Who feed on the illusion that time is a man who watches bananas fall out of the moon while sucking his thumb. Who is this in the telephone speaking to me in tongues of rainbow icicles who laugh at bunnies who have sex with doctors from Obama's mind. I believe when I talk I am opening a voice for the souls who try to reach inside the glass window. They are trapped and I think I can help them believe in age and wisdom and when I walk outside I see the beautiful colors which go insane and then flip out into birds and walruses who flip coins to see who makes love at the fountain at the bottom of the white house where some people think destiny trickles down like water into mouths of needy. Some people buy their love at supermarkets and mega stores I like to think of love like a candy which sometimes I devour outright even though I know it hurt my teeth and blood sugar in the end, pleasure and pain go hand and hand to feel what it is like to have consciousness and perception. Subjectivity is great when you feel the ride of tomorrow at your feet, don't bend over for things that do not matter and life is going to be okay.
Buddha is watching over you, Jesus is in the driver's seat watching the waves pour down over the valleys. God is in the back seat laughing about how fun school was in the beginning and I sit here smiling thinking of my fetus developing into the genius of thought and how it breaks through a glass ceiling where feelings run free and dreams are able to weave through and bless those with the ability to experience them fully. Time is on our side and until we die we can appreciate everything incrementally, it's cool to see yourself appear in a thought, like a snowflake falling towards the earth not knowing where it's headed. It's just going on a journey, you don't think about it you just experience the sensation of falling, of a certain thing called time going by.
The truth is everything is becoming towards a single goal of what everyone expresses to be different things through a singularity. The mind cannot speak for the soul it is a bad translator who confuses it's purposes with it's instincts and takes for granted the ability to exist at all. We must think like the snowflake and live like we're falling through a journey in the moment without having consequences in thought, without the pleasure, the pain, the feelings of separateness, this is what makes things more than great, it is the ingenious of the human experience. This is life in it's fullest.
© 2010 JOS Songs, All Rights Reserved.
You can see the signs on the highway
They tell you lies with truth that's sad
Your mind wanders every which way
Till its full of ghosts some good some bad
With perceptions that sting like scorpions
Who feed on the illusion that time is a man who watches bananas fall out of the moon while sucking his thumb. Who is this in the telephone speaking to me in tongues of rainbow icicles who laugh at bunnies who have sex with doctors from Obama's mind. I believe when I talk I am opening a voice for the souls who try to reach inside the glass window. They are trapped and I think I can help them believe in age and wisdom and when I walk outside I see the beautiful colors which go insane and then flip out into birds and walruses who flip coins to see who makes love at the fountain at the bottom of the white house where some people think destiny trickles down like water into mouths of needy. Some people buy their love at supermarkets and mega stores I like to think of love like a candy which sometimes I devour outright even though I know it hurt my teeth and blood sugar in the end, pleasure and pain go hand and hand to feel what it is like to have consciousness and perception. Subjectivity is great when you feel the ride of tomorrow at your feet, don't bend over for things that do not matter and life is going to be okay.
Buddha is watching over you, Jesus is in the driver's seat watching the waves pour down over the valleys. God is in the back seat laughing about how fun school was in the beginning and I sit here smiling thinking of my fetus developing into the genius of thought and how it breaks through a glass ceiling where feelings run free and dreams are able to weave through and bless those with the ability to experience them fully. Time is on our side and until we die we can appreciate everything incrementally, it's cool to see yourself appear in a thought, like a snowflake falling towards the earth not knowing where it's headed. It's just going on a journey, you don't think about it you just experience the sensation of falling, of a certain thing called time going by.
The truth is everything is becoming towards a single goal of what everyone expresses to be different things through a singularity. The mind cannot speak for the soul it is a bad translator who confuses it's purposes with it's instincts and takes for granted the ability to exist at all. We must think like the snowflake and live like we're falling through a journey in the moment without having consequences in thought, without the pleasure, the pain, the feelings of separateness, this is what makes things more than great, it is the ingenious of the human experience. This is life in it's fullest.
© 2010 JOS Songs, All Rights Reserved.
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