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.