The Gris Gris Girls
Gong 2032


(From poem “girl in green” converted to song form)

She came from a planet
A planet so green
Green as the eyes of a cat in a dream
A planet as round and as
Soft as a sound
In a weave of songs
Spun round & around & around around
A planet of sound
With only one sex
No good nor bad
No cash
No cheques…
No happy no sad
No up no down
Nu duality trip
No warrior clowns…
Protecting those fatbelly
Corporate grounds
So what was she staying here for
You may ask?
Well she chose to come
To this, this painful birth
On a strugglesome troublesome
Awkward earth
To a selfish race
The octave doctors
(as some may know)
Sent her here -t’send back to them
Her experience of living in sin
Of loving & hurting
& spinning the spin
A planet of sound
With only one sex
No good not bad
No cash
No cheques……
No happy no sad
No up no down
No duality trip
No warrior clowns…..
Protecting those fatbelly
Corporate grounds
They sent her back here
Cos she still remembered
The exquisite joy
Of a misty November;
The illogical urge
(coz she felt she must)
The ache of loss
The loss of trust
They sent her back here
To record the truth
The terrorist news
Which imprison beliefs
The brawling lads in the name of nation,
The savage wars of the one true gods
& the Latest Sensation
The human bomb
The self explosive immolations,
& the endless loop of
Re-crim-in-ation
Til we Will for peace
Cuz we Know we must
Cuz the ache of loss
& the loss of trust…
Just hurts
Too much…………
This weird young woman…
They sent her here
To understand
Exactly why
We So Love this land (x 4)
N’how hard it is to leave behind…
How hard it is to stop the thought…
How easy it is to lose the mind…
How easy it is to lose the mind…
They sent her to Earth
To walk in the dark
For a lonely while
To shine her light
& to build her ark
In the form of a bird
& just for a lark
With a teapot shape
To make us all smile
For a little while
When she sings the song
From her star of birth
It sounds so sweet
To us people of Earth
That we gather around
& we always remember her face
& if you hear this song she sings
It will carry you off
To a planet called Gong
Where there is no right
There is no wrong
A planet of sound
With only one sex
No good nor bad
No cash
No cheques…
No happy no sad
No up no down
Nu duality trip
No warrior clowns…
Protecting those fatbelly
Corporate grounds
(instru-mental)
But there has
Never
Been a day
That she has
Not
Remembered when
We All came down
To Earth
My friends
You & I & we all dropped in
Forgetting the stars
We had all come from and
We all came down
Until the end
To follow the
Soul call
The soul cal
The soul call
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease…….!
Remember the soul call……


Yoni returns to remember

Nothing is solid,
everything is composed of dancing atoms,
even human beings
and especially solid things like tables.
A wave can be a wave or change into a particle,
both move constantly;
it is only us
who think things are fixed and unchangeable.
The dance of atoms is the dance of life.