y06 - 1. Soule that way
If the words you hear aren’t setting you right? Did the words you speak call darkness the light? Did a journey unfold upon your soul from night; to keep a cynic's brow, thrown an evil eye? 'Cause when god gives a burden he takes the blame, He don't like the devil staking his claim. And that blister you got upon your foot, is nurtured in the spirit of the path you chose. MY SOULE DONT FEEL THAT WAY. I'M GRATEFUL FOR THE FEAST TODAY. IT'S JUST THE TURNING OF A COIN THEY SAY, 'TWEEN THE SUNSHINE AND A RAINY DAY. If we wear our shoes by the brains we keep, I never saw diamond mounds 'neath Arthur Lee's feet. Hidden in a tree of my bronze colored dream where tears are unknown and the temple's complete. What we wear upon our face keeps our fate in time. No short sighted sorrow's like a bad friends advice. And I travel over yonder I trample over there, upon a thousand serpant's tongues who vanished in thin air. MY SOULE DON'T FEEL THAT WAY. I KEEP WALKING ON JUST THE SAME. IT'S JUST THE TURNING OF A COIN THEY SAY, 'TWEEN THE COLOR OF OUR SKIN & PROVEN BLOOD INSIDE OUR VEINS. EXTRA:THAT SAND IN YOUR SHOE IS A BEACH BENEATH, THAT RAIN IN THE SKY SWEEPS THE GROUND YOU NEED. On tues. morn at about 3 or 4 am, after the Sunday these words were written, a diamond shaped; pentagon; in an orange colored glow & hue, sank into the ....Santa Monica.... sea on the west coast. I had actually thought it was the beginning of sunrise for that day.