Four medieval melodies arranged for baglama

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Jah Know!

Kings are fools.. and have bad humor!
a crown is just a phantom tumor

sadly nature hath crowned me
i am woman king, of the double sidhe

the king that is below, a mind so free
as not to see until now, that which I see

It would hurt indeed to lose this crown, which nature so strangely hath found
confused by the workings over fairy mounds, the workings of men turned to hounds by cults and enchantment and demonous things
so I travel from our fairy rings

into the realm of little things, who think they are big and we are smaller
I journey with the broom of Naola
in the dryads world, theyre illusions are delusions
and have captured many in a swirl
but removing the contusion, we can finally reach the world
on this day of the girl
we are strong dryad folk and friends
kamada where the end begins, but oh it is the tricksters ends
which begin endlessly but never end
the mushroom friend, the immortal Gwyn, O, Flo
flower of truth, show them help to break them from the cage of all their proofs
for they know nothing! ha! sad fools
a king forced to be so, is merely a shaman, divinely made
and confused in a world so common
a world where everyone is under hypnosis, and heroes of truth
are given koans of psychosis
oh Artemis, we turn now the hunt against those who hurt nature
and capture our cannabis
in the realm of drama, again we have risen up
for the ring of trees, gives us ease, and no tree shall fall
without a call, I am where I truly must be freed from the curse
now saved is all
for though nothing exist, doth not it still seem to be
for the Lady of Life quoth my love is in all you see fear not though it may go against me
in your heart you shall be free, go with what comes naturally
and Ness and joy shall blossom endlessly

your dance is a healing, a blessing and a wind
the second kind which comes in a letter of a friend
and so the silent ones speak like a river, now that the blockage has been stopped
I love you, left the fractal hell, of vibratory nox
we worship in the trees upon a branch and in leaf intricate and pining
for the sun the white light spun yellow like the eggs of rhyming
birdies in the sun, when the moon has come
and so the centaurs come undone, there is a new rhythm
white loves black, and gray is beauty, not alien, but growing groovy
rainbows, in the grays, my shades are worlds that never fade
forever i will hope amongst the freedom maze a labyrinth built for our sidhe ways
verily i have been imprisoned, but was it for the right decision, among unseelie
and drow alike, the ways of woman are not nice
its spun around, its all too much, this way, that way, such and such
We am returned now where my spirit was stolen away, as the healing sigils come to the light
and we are victorious in the fray
Flo we have saved eachother, of broken hearts with flying colors
this is not what there were plans of, fractal truths and metaphorical tangents
the pathways of the earth bear doors and the branch of Adawapayo comes forth once more
and we go a dancing cross the sky and all the Gods they smile,
we writhe in pleasure with the tao, free from stupid ways
and free in love a love complete
a love which we thought was too sweet now it blossoms
and the bees are drawn, the pollen carried on and on
so love, yea can nurture the worlds,
love begets love, we are creaters of moments, boys and girls
and the ones in between are fractal ones, and maybe all of us are
but is that for me to say, is it all a star?
does nothing exist just a dream, a vibration
a wave passing swifting through each constellation
a way of love, let me dress how I want
I shout to the sky, I am crazy, not blunt!
oh we gypsy ones have lost our way but we live again today
in natures way we live and give our sulos everything is lived
to you and me to i and i
the universe, around we fly and everything it heals itself
and come now dancing, little elves,

we bring the light of the directions and the sound of all your inner reflection we are the sacred connection
we are the sound of introspection
we are living we are true, we are all a part of you
dancing in your spirit going here are there we are paths of energy, whats fair is simply fair
now singeth so the planets and singeth so the great tree
and harmony which loves the dancefloor which is fair wanti and plants do dance and there romance
for many century and speak and open themselves as homes verily to you and me,
we are not angry but be careful with your words, sacred technology, with kindness and wisdom
they will resonate, so make a loving story blessed be
write the truths and acknowledge them everywhere, and so you will find in truth everyone cares
no name or color can seperate us, we are everything and we are
the forest

Yaveyetta Yomo
Upto aigy, Ila, Noma
Aorin sulos bringeth soma

so from here to Oklahoma, we break free with infinity
fair Ireland, fair world
the green does grow
and healeth, oh!

tis science which destroyed the sacred family for it is cursed to turn them cold as snow
return the magic to the world and you shall know
the truth

Evil magicians always fail
for their ale shall turn to ail
and with my sister here now who is a Jay, their ail
shall turn to jail
don't disregard magical laws or let your heart run stale
a cruel dragon dies today, illusion means nothing, the true of heart prevail

(i actually dont know if this is rastafari or just chaotic good magic or if they are different but im putting it here for now, yea)