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And All Our Yesterdays

People don't see me for my true worth

"Psychedelic freak, babbling about 'the earth'?"

I see how the people pull each other's strings,

Worried about money and material things.

While they go clubing in there fancy cars,

I'd smoke a 'but and watch the stars.

I'd never bring myself to Crimson and Clover.

The phrase "who would care?" has saved me Over and Over.

Philosopher?, no, is that how I sound?

But if you want to hear me talk, then hey, sit down.

I'm not the Walrus or the King like some people say,

I just see things in my own separate way.

I'm way too different to ever fit in,

I don't try to change this world, I just watch it spin.





The Embers of Our Love

Goddess

I Saw the Moonlight,
She Spoke My Name

Never Let Die

November

Without You


© 2000 Goswamy/Wanderman