Wanti n Pond

Wanti n Pond, the album -

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LTCNWE1R

this album is from two years ago, those were simpler times... im glad to have found it again and share it now

and the last song is called fucking easy litigations... and its one of my favorite songs that came to me

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Q62ICA5M its buddhist, like a wanti folk song

 

our eyes are moonbeams greeting a old insunrance salesman
our hands run over rivrs like rafts for geese
grass that fungus of sharp
laugh at our celery hair
share some of your funny stories sometimes

aunt flo was sitting on the backporch eating a sandwich in the setting sun. I came in through the screen door and asked her where was the trouble? Trouble?
She was just smiling and enjoying her sandwich, the auburn clouds floating smoothly past. She said, she knew no trouble but could hover a tune on a spoon on the backporch at blue lagoon. It wasn't too soon, I played in the cabinets and met a Domovoi and found spider webs. The night was on now, but there were lights inside. The hoos of the owls reminded me of the railroad for some reason. I smiled whenever it got so quiet, all I could hear was that little pulse behind your right ear. Meeting in japan in a video game, soul calibur or something like that. I wished I was a girl always, the covers ruffled after waking up. My sister, undoing the ties. We had many campfire lunches after that, smelling that charcoally barbecue that goes with the territory. So many wild days, brightly moving back into the white light of the sun. My eyes never seemed to get any blinder. I got high and never seemed to get any dumber. Time passed by, and life became something, what it is I cannot say. But if this old way, and this new way were to meet, they would be warmed by their familiarity but bewildered by appearance. No body even there to care. I didn't even have a pear but it was all okay. Not even wondering.

The summer began in an furrowed brow assumption by some school teacher. The pidgeons flying away as the doors opened and students poured out, I was imagining the nile river bursting forth over the halls and stuff. Ballet elementary, and not even knowing. I was wondering about those times that just vanished in the wind, when I had cried for no reason, or felt so incredibly different and whole. No one had ever told me about this, it seemed like no one wanted me to say anything about it, but I understood the hairs length different between an east and west, a word and emptiness. But even words began to fall away in unconsciousness. It was all I dreamed of and seeking ways to get back. Back and turning around, living and remembering every once in a while. It never took too long.

I said, I'll walk on a foggy day and watch squirrels gather and scurry. The leaves of trees seemed so vivid on a occasion, and it was the deep forest, only with cars. The lonely mushroom in a field, surrounded by grass and morning dew. I wandered around tripping and watching for dinosaurs. A stick fell on the old fire and it all went out. Who could have imagined that lonely signpost hanging near a tiny master samurai of no name and his friend Ayla the time mage. There was a bag of onions in my pants pocket and from it a stink arose to follow me like a ghost. Sometimes I feel its a better companion than most, despite being rather unladylike in some circles. It keeps most people away, aside from those genuine fateful matches you'll find who knows where, like appearing from the woods while your on the side of a hill, eating a few mushrooms in the clear sunlight. First I thought it was perhaps just a daydream but they continued to stare and smile and eventually say,

"We're looking for Pond. Do you know of such a town, mayhap?"

Said Ayla, I was wondering why I knew her name, she wore a knit green cloak and carried a bamboo staff with a playful smirk that seemed confident but also like it held mysteries that went back for ages. She spoke smoothly and moved a little from left to right. All the pointless details, were vaguely interesting for some reason. I told them about the route through the applefield due north of here and she thanked me, the short samurai bowed and they began up the hill. I smiled, and wondered about goddess and the love that emanates from the little homemade groups that form on the trail to every destination.

"Hey, wait a second, I want you guys to have some of these mushrooms they're really good, I've been collecting them from Wanti to here. I waved some of them in the air but they never turned back. I just closed my eyes and invoked more love, for some reason, that was all I could really think of. I felt like I was being born again. Really it had been a long time since I ingested the first mushroom I found in Wanti. Had it been. Three hundred years? "Years don't really mean anything anymore, Tani." I said, okayyy and smiled. Somehow it was okay just to move around on the ground and see the sky erupt in blue beauty. I remembered Ayla with her staff always pointed to the sky, fading away. My dreams and hopes, only wanting so much out of the world, never leaving the forest except to watch the stars in the river and maybe catch a fish. I remembered when I first left Wanti, blind to the world after living so long help Aunt Flow bake muffins. The woodlands and I were quick friends. An owl found me on a log when I decided to rest one day and we fly many circles together around the homes of bears and even my own town. All things seemed to far away and strange. I laughed, I cried. The many divisions in the bark of trees were my journals. It as all just preparation for this, stumbling blindly and guided to what? I opened my eyes again. The leaves had arranged themselves in faces that spoke without words. The wind blew and the plants grew and there I was on the hillside with dirt on my pants.

I got up and decided to try and catch up with Ayla and the Samurai, maybe they could use a companion on the way to Pond, after all, Pond was an interesting place to be going to and who would want to be there but an interesting person. I walked to the top of the hill and saw the two not far away. I approached, smiling. They seemed to be having some kind of discussion, the samurai would say hmm a lot of look around pointing to himself and making zig zags in the air. Ayla just smile at him and me.

"Were you guys having a discussion?" I asked, somewhat forgetting proper wood talk etiquette. Ayla said, "Hey don't I know you from somewhere?"
"No."
"I'm your mother."
"I've never seen you before in my life."
"Aren't you an open minded person, who can see in the moment, the happenings beyond what your parents taught you?" She seemed kind of annoyed.
"If you're my mother why are you so wierd."
"I'm just a mother in a universal sense, everything you see around you and everything that ever was is my kid, and its my thing to take care of them, and let them find themselves."
It was then I turned to the samurai, and asked him, "Huh, Is this true? Is she your mom too?"
"Yeah."
We fell into quietude and many things crossed my mind. If this was really my real mother, or perhaps this was another face of my true mother, who I had never met. how was it that I had only stumbled across this accidentally, something was off. I reached into my pocket and tossed out the onion. Still no one said a thing. So I began to sing;

empty headed, empty headed
im going to the fishing store
empty headed, empty headed
im playing the guitar
empty headed is what i usually am
filling up with words and oxygen
attracted to the heat and feeling nice
feeling so good I ate a poisonous leaf
empty headed doesnt mean much
finding out which foods are for you

They both looked at eachother and we laughed together. But then Ayla straightened up and told me they had to be going off to Pond. I couldn't hold them back any longer, it was just their time to go so I wandered once more off into the trees of the woods.

 

these are the songs from our album called 'esoteric bisexuality'


http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LGGAET4Z - choir of the sacred snow ballerinas

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ETCCYVDK - stones bend

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2RQZL670 - cavernous questions

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2PY6RP82 - crazy guy

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=HDYFNRFZ - candle dance

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=7SA8XDF2 - the shamanism

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ERFLHRK4 - after the storm

heres the full thing

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=0YXYB92G - Esoteric Bisexuality

10 songs

choir of the sacred snow ballerinas

stones bend

cavernous questions

crazy guy

candle dance

the shamanism

do you know about the right now?

after the storm

brighid

campfire songs

 

in the beginning we were all plants
we languished, having no form
we were shapeshifters and across time even
we still live in those realms, breaking through ignorance
with psychedelic magics, with dreams which held the essence
Goddess is nature, in all forms equal, before conception
native in each of us, love, we are at the essence.

buddhas are not in the illusory world or in the world of thought

mani amina animal lamina amida

blowing away, all this endlessness blowing away

the humans, fairies, asuras, birds, angels, devas, and the deer, the trees and all kinds of small plants, ants and gnats, and little bugs
came together in harmony, each knowing the other in sacred wisdom in the spirit language
offering their divine peice unto the great mystery

the gods danced in loving bliss, those myriad faces of the beloved, seamlessly melting together
all our arrivals through life and through death
like the great branches of that tree
we all spoke and hummed and danced, it was an ancient circumstance
and yet so rare to us, who live and die upon the momentary dance
of breath,
eyes pure wanti is here, the plants can trust the way is true, never blocked for me or you
we can trust, the yomo, a presence, the words had become the scenes, truly they lived, it was no reproduction but the organism of the world, the dwarves who arranged the runes along our paths, such mysterious things were said
such wonderful secrets, plain to all

we were all one spirit, ever changing, we were there, united in awareness, in coincidence, in enchanted revery
as one, becoming everything and all of the dreams, again were sprinkled as the truth across the horizons and that sacred hum of the earth mother, unto the universe, with the planets, it leaked into our ears and we were filled with that knowledge of that love coming to know itself, sulos, ness

all the stories were alive too that day, and the shining space rippled, a new freedom, a message from the ground of being!

in life and death equal, immortal shamans lending themselves to our awakening, the deer spirits pass on their wisdom, in the hills, among the world, a thousand things come to light, hope, assurance, empathy, awareness, lives there...

the world is equally alive and vital everywhere, the stream need not be amplified because it runs with the pure wisdom of total freedom and ability, loving consciousness, that which is kuan yin, that which is the yomo and yaveyetta, that which is the fulfilling of the spirit, beyond even ecstasy, beyond, it all, in the dance of life, upon and upon itself, of all beings, in their meaningless humors, the alchemy of all things

this middle way, and the streams which linger on, why do we dwell here? what are the passing of days?

what can words hold?



DEER'S SPIRIT INFLUENCE INCLUDES:



Gentleness in word, thought and touch - Ability to listen -
Grace and appreciation for the beauty of balance -
Understanding of what's necessary for survival -
Power of gratitude and giving - Ability to sacrifice for the higher good - Connection to the woodland goddess - Alternative paths to a goal

http://home.no.net/norweagl/lore/index0.htm


AWI USDI-LITTLE DEER-
Cherokee

Back when the world was young, the humans and the animal people could speak to each other.

At first they lived in peace. The humans hunted the animals only when they needed food or skins to make clothing.

Then the humans discovered the bow and arrow. With this weapon they could kill many animals quickly and with great ease. They began to kill animals when they did not need them for food or clothing. It seemed as if all the animals in the world would soon be exterminated. So the various animals met in council.

When the bears came together and talked about what the humans were doing, they decided they would have to fight back.

"How can we do that?" said one of the bear warriors. "The humans will shoot us with their arrows before we come close to them."

Old Bear, their chief, agreed. "That is true. We must learn how to use the same weapons they use."

Then the bears made a very strong bow and fashioned arrows for it. But whenever they tried to use the bow, their long claws got in the way.

"I will cut off my claws," said one of the bear warriors.

He did so and then he was able to use the bow and arrow. His aim was good and he hit the mark every time.

"That is good," said Old Bear. "Now can you climb this tree?" The bear without claws tried to climb the tree, but he failed. Old Bear shook his head.

"This will not do. Without our claws we cannot climb trees. Without our claws we will not be able to hunt or dig for food. We must give up this idea of using the same weapons the humans use."

So the bears gave up their idea of fighting back against the humans with weapons.

One by one each of the animal groups met. One by one they came to no conclusion. It seemed there was no way to fight back.

But the last group to meet was the deer.

Awi Usdi, Little Deer, was their leader. When all were gathered together, he spoke.

"I see what we must do," he said. "'We cannot stop the humans from hunting animals. That is the way it was meant to be. However, the humans are not doing things in the right way.

If they do not respect us and hunt us only when there is real need, they may kill us all.

I shall go now and tell the hunters what they must do. Whenever they wish to kill a deer, they must prepare in a ceremonial way. They must ask me for permission to kill one of us. Then, after they kill a deer, they must show respect to its spirit and ask for pardon.

If the hunters do not do this, then I shall track them down. With my magic I will make their limbs crippled. Then they will no longer be able to walk or shoot a bow and arrow."

Then Awi Usdi, Little Deer, did as he said. He went at night and whispered into the ears of the hunters, telling them what they must do.

The next morning, when they awoke, some of the hunters thought they had been dreaming and they were not sure that the dream was a true one.

Others, though, realized that Little Deer, Awi Usdi, had truely spoken to them. They tried to do as he told them.

They hunted for the deer and other animals only when they needed food or clothing. They remembered to prepare in a ceremonial way, to ask permission before killing an animal and to ask pardon when an animal was killed.

Some of the hunters, though, paid no attention. They continued to kill animals for no reason.

But Awi Usdi, Little Deer, came to them and, using his magic, crippled them with rheumatism. Before long, all of the hunters began to treat the animals with respect and to follow Little Deer's teachings.

So it is that the animals have survived to this day. Because of Awi Usdi, Little Deer, the Indian people show respect.

To this day, even though the animals and people no longer can speak to each other as in the old days, the people still show respect and give thanks to the animals they must hunt.

Mule Deer
http://www.tgrsolution.net/zoo/america1/
america0039.shtml

DEER-

The deer is gentle and strong. She can leap gracefully and quickly up the mountainside but more often she prefers to graze on the tender shoots and grasses.

She teaches us to be gentle with ourselves and to honor our heart.

In the South American Huichol tradition, the deer spirit leads the shaman through the "doorway of the heart" and gives him information on how to live in balance.

Allow the deer to show you a gentler and more peaceful way to live . She will help open your heart.

http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/The-Little-Deer-Awi-Usdi-Cherokee.html

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=DYE5MO6P - the fairy song - apple sandwich
Fairies are here casting all our protection
and weaving a good dream of growth and reflection,
for this spirit, this planet, this forest and all within,
Nature is singing everywhere from the essence, sidhe bards and e tards;
healers with infinite blessing!
cha, the breath lives them,
like answers do all their questions!
Why be there sorrows to nature?
and such joys as us all in a circle
for the lowest is highest and the middling just reversal
everything pours out and bends to each other
within every surface is a seed of a forest, planted by the Emerald Mother
Adawapayos way is this
compassionate fruit of boundless ness, sung one, just tell them you have to finish
the spontaneity tradition,
free loving wisdom of truth
just as the young words are 'Old' and old words are 'Youth'
in Fairy we do all live
and it tingles our the roots
In Wanti we do all live
it tingles in our roots
it tingles in our roots


http://www.megaupload.com/?d=MQ5YR8QR this ones called - (happy) deertime by earthworm season

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=U4MM79GP - grateful dead backpack (anti fascism song)

the jewish community center is based on my sisters life, i never noticed that because i never went in until today, my grandma is also there, theres a beautiful purple window into this incredible zen trip of soft green things growing and making crazy patterns and so many beautiful angels, i realize now why i was seperated, as an unseelie fairy from my family, because i didn't react well to the christianity, i am a pagan at heart, from the sweet old country of wanti, where the hills and the trees are mushrooms and there is magic in the grasses, of course there is magic everywhere, the people are full of love, in judaism we go and explore our own ecstatic soular coast lines and find the divinations of the seaweed, this tells us what we must do, we bring it back to the tribe and rock out all of it is one, its suprising how much there is left to dream always, what a delight dreaming is, dreaming is everything walking is dreaming, i got kicked out from the jewish community center for my nondual views of the goddess who i worship with abandon, even though i try to hold back there, out of respect for the children and elders hehe
anyways the entire world revolves around me, because i literally am the goddess of course that doesnt really mean anything, a lot of people are the goddess, and yet theres only one, the goddess heals everything magically and is everywhere, my tribe is polymorphic and periodicallyy spirals into storms of chaotic rambling which can become dangerous, but its pretty fun, our rituals consist of loving and peace, I'm a hippy by nature, yup. call me candobernaloo, the christian church is based on my life, why is it all so ridiculous, its difficult being the Goddess, its wierd, but you know whatever. LOVE! i have done my best in making love on the rain the hills, tiny blades of grass, and a cornucopia of tree branches and nims
I love you forever and ever!
I love you forever!
i am only one witch who has created all the amazing worlds, with a little have from my friends
sometimes in my meditation i do actually become a crazy species of talking sock
a sock which liberates all things and ends all sufferings
my lesson is to teach togetherness. equality and oneness of all races and genders and the nonexistence of countries and property and do amazing things like raise magical consciousness and invigorate the environment nature and all things organic
selflessness and kindness, i am crazy sometimes i speak through my wild flailings
then gently become taoist in the woods and then things happen, wouldn't you like to no
I demand that the writing which was here befoore and got erased return!
I COMMAND YOU TEXT RETURN! some times hours go by where many orgasms, happen, its goods, then more worlds get made, its hard to keep ahold of my cauldron, sometimes the herbs get a little out of hand, which is lucky for me because in fairy culture this is considered a status symbol, but symbols of status are also taboo, but taboo means widely accepted, and grass grows from some peoples mouths, which is sexy especially in winter when its the only green because its like a green house in there,
would you like to understand my qualms? stop following me, I like that you are a limitless ball of light that becomes aroen and then lays in the cool blue asunder, ahhh i lost myself in the dumbness of everything, no! no! back ye fiends! argona! I LOVE YOU ALL!
all of it is YOU!! bake my biscuits I cried so much, there was so much oh my, wow, so much so much, teetering on the brink of, yes... yes
END OF ALL SUFFERING!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
it happened, everyone rocked out, i smiled deep inside, my feet and hands were happy everything is dreaming, walking is dreaming, did I say that already, its less authentic now because its not the same, as before, its just a cheap imitation, cheap, like wantism, that fake cult, with the blinkers, don't blink of the sun might eat you when your naked and you pass a big door!
only a genius or a complete fool would be afraid of that, and you'll only be able to understand why if you give me
chameleon runes
I don't take them, I don't accept them, no, oh my, oh my, something is overcoming me, oh my, oh my god, wow... wow.. i'm twittering inside, I feel like a young and successful adventurer, except everything thinks i've never left my room, and lets keep it that way.
dragons don't like yogurt or porridge, some are kind I like mofneon do you
we live in canoes made of places where people don't talk about nashin, or even worse nashin mashin
I am truly great, I bow to every sprout invisibly when I walk through the aurora borealis on my way out of the doorways into things which i have no way of understanding but am blindly attracted to, thats when flo catches me and the world is cool, why do people try to die, this place is so lame, every wanted to follow me, wierdos, go eat mamlins and oats

wow, even me, the Goddess who encompasses all phenomenon is suprised, the words just dissappeared and now these words were written to imitate it, but... THEY ARENT THE SAME!

I've gathered you all together to tell you these things, because life makes absolutely no sense, oh yeah the other witches who i live with
our magicks came into harmony today after long discord
its awesome
that was one of the things i wrote, and then GOD!!
GOD WORKED HIS MISCHIEF!!

love me or hate me, I am the reason you are alive, i've saved the world many times and i'll continue to save it, everyday if i have to, WITH MY LOVE FLO!!!

p.s. we also grow several fields of marijuana which we will be placing under random welcome mats and windowsills all across the world as a way to pass our time because it gets tedious when you've been around since after time ended?

we don't call its marijuana though because thats wierd.. im sorry if this seems unbecoming.. i should have said we grow all plants, my bad, my bad... im sorry.. i am not perfect.. i'm not worthy of being the creatress of all.. i would understand if i as suddenly attacked in the night by a few shrewd adventurers.. but i bet i could coax them into some cocao first and then i'd make my move springing out my lima bean SPELL OF LIFE!!! then we would go to nantucket and pick berries together


AAA ITS THE TRIBE!


to be continued (?)



yeah this is stupid in the original one i said the christian church is based on my life (but less accurately because i am more stealthy and able to conceal by details and secrets) but now you know all of them, oh well

oh yeah there as also stuff about
how wantism is when you dont care about anything or if you die and you just do some stuff
because it doesn'tt matter and true happiness doesn't come from wealth or sex or anything it comes from just not caring about anything and more people should not care because yeah..

see this is lame i failed here.. i am still a novice.. this was random the first one was so good though

oh well

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=75M4ITMR - I am Yagya

theres yams in my pants?
GiVe Us ThE eGo DeAtH.
nature anarchy;

i'm ugly
insanities are constellations
rock me some popul voh and a song
in the marshy abstractions

i'm always alive and I die
cry when i fly
i'm ugly
and i'm going to die

suddenly i'm a sputtering storm drain
full of condensing dream
a damp symphony of the hills
i am crazy
yet i am happy in my life
and have never died
i just feel wise

sense is for the foolish
immortality is invisible
as letters i speak to all the moments and i say;
its only empty sensation hopeless no one could learn from it

i am incredibly artsy for no reason, thus have no idea where i am or what the place is
my divination consists of ending all suffering, by selfless means, appearing
as random trees, a blade of grass, a peice of dust flying so nonchalantly through the air, or an exciting new communication of the herbs!

I am Yagya, chieftain NONEXISTER of all samskaras
CHA!

i don't reside spontaneously in a realm of sleep, stealing away
like buttered hills to watch the smoke eaters
become cloudlike on the mesa



http://www.megaupload.com/?d=V3TRAHNY - jams, another earthworm season one


http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RO3951RJ - nature's song

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=M0HXAX8O - nature temple song

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=GBE3HBHR - come on through



Life is crazy everything is beautiful, the hands of God are everywhere, nothing is anything but it comes in waves my heart rolls in a sea of You, I don't know if its conventionally, all my failings you have found beautiful, you hold me and rock me, I sing in the old way, the shaman songs come, devoid of language pure sound, something rocking something happening, that peace that vibration, as soon as it comes everything scatters like tiny droplets of mist on a trampoline. Outside I love you, I am washed ashore, I feel nothing, there is no end to it, I percieve nothing. I grab onto the life boat I am thankful in the overwhelming tsunami which is the truth, it all comes and goes, there is a story but it is just a veil, no it is the eternal moment. Love! Love! Rocking in the waking world, nothing matters, all of it is free again without names, we fly but it feels like walking. We had become trees, two trees, joined at the roots, dancing in the universe, among the birds who gave us thoughts, which sparkled, every thought is a divine being, every moment is a careful rendering no, this could not be coincidence, the cow speaks and all of it swells, it is not meaning which I seek, it is something else, something more real, yet more compassionate, more reasonable, something we had in Wanti, something which pours through now, revolutionary, yet there are no guns, there is no foolishness, there is only wisdom, not high up, but just there, just calm, in the rivers, the face of our own spirit, all of us, were there as mirrors, we were doing something, something beautiful, it had to be forgotten, but remembered to, vital and rich as the leaves, I lost myself, souls in flight, among many worlds, shamans, beans, goodness, all the layers peeling back as if that is what they were always waiting to do, in a colorful language, the elf friend spoke to me, we walked around, and saw life, as it had come over it self we felt it deep out there, we knew the pattern, who had weaved it? the spirit, the lights, the lights had done it, it all come through it all was endless.

There were mushroom angels and the sky was blue fairies with butterfly wings and birdlike creatures talking to the skies, talking with the clouds, which came from their songs, Up there we flew

thanks for the roses, thanks for the flowers
the world seemed about ready to explode just for the existence of it all, all the doings
how did they sustain eachother, it always happens its just the life flow, its what happens its how thoughts come how
effects occur how it all is, I saw it then the webs the pathways of everything, like veins little invisible passages, where dwelled tiny beings of love, tiny beings who were us, dreams of us, it was realer and they knew me there and I was not so different, and here it was El Shaddai, the dragon there at the temple of the spirit, where there was ness, and the amanitas, were symbols of everything. we knew they were the meaning in this subtle world of thought as matter, a cricket in a hat smiled and led us and said it didn't matter, because it was life, it had always come and gone like beating heart, changing seasons, love expanding and shared with all, making us all crazy, but giving a way, which seemed to come from everywhere.

Everytime I closed my eyes I would forget myself in you, the Yomo was there, she was the mushroom, the returning one, the one throughout it all kindness, inspiration, soma, hard to see but even in the most mundane
she was a person, an old friend, the meanings of the weavings,
a spirit dancing in the primal void
inside its almost like computers, every thing still so alive
a brain, like tree tops, a heart, like a bright center,
on both sides and in the middle, in the middle they fairy had come, it made some sense
none could have seen then, did they know?
yes it could be told
i am the truth, i am the praying mantis I am the forest speaking, it was upon her
and so many others too all i had ever seen, as messengers, we were, going and going, all us of seeds, guardians, growers,
nurturers, oasia,
the weren't put there to be destroyed, the tonal
they were actually seeds, each letter each idea, each 'normal', each 'system'
to live later... something about the universe, something about growing
I cried

 

btw just for clarification, Flo isn't my aunt lol, that writing is kind of from a random perspective plus it was before we chose these names, eh lol im sure some of you have got kind of a kick out of that haha


http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Z4CAWQR2



there was a california balla
walking on a road called taiwan
gazing at the aura, of the purple dawn
she liked songs

and in the middle of the field
where she sat to sit
there was a little peice of a riddle
and it went like this

when things die they break down til their whole again
everything is good when you have a friend

sometimes beings alone
on the open road
i can find a sunray rising
quick to bare me soul
my eyes are coals
everything grows
nature is a loving, from the bottom of the bowls
valleys in the hills
stars are daffodils
i am everything i am love
and yes i will

return

fire that is good
burning in the wood
fire that is cool

hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

i am like a window pane up on a window will
but you open me up and you soon find your fill
of some things that are supple and likely to give you a give
and if you know what i mean
you really know whats up
because i don't all the time
my mind don't seem like mine
its really pretty fine
my mind don't seem quite mine
aint everybody just a little crazy
a little lazy
still amaze
goddess of the crazy
i climb on you climb on you
and you say to me
baby dont you ever worry
got you down and dirty
you know its really good
like the wood you used to be
people been free for so long in world
passing the song

you know

 

looners -

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=OXZGLMTS

wanti is being born right here
yomo saying nothing to fear
there are fruits that come from old tears
shining through in all the atmosphere
tears of god are rain in the mud
makes it all grow, and thats whats up
god is emo, and life is cool
can't control surrender stay in school
my loves like a pumpkin blowing in the wind
outside walking around with him
everything changes time seems thin
get to the essence and you find a friend

wanti is being born right here
yaveyetta saying have no fear
tree of my life growing in the years
branches out with patterns
in them is a old time song
like the birds in the summers so long
hot and cold and still been rocking
everything is kind of awesome
down at the river, they surrounded us
just for love and toking some cannabis
up jump it all and there was a nun
in the sky who was still drunk

took us home to a good old place
said the trees can't be erased
looked every blade of grass in the face
laughed at the disgrace

fairies coming round and round
everyone can hear the sound
though its silent siphons through
seems like it comes from me and you
the me and you in everyone
now we're gonna have some fun
what i've learned i'd rather run
the universe and i are one



sorry about the sound quality, but you can sing it yourself too the chords are

Am Bm C D D

Am Bm C G F#sus2

sorry, i guess its pointless we'll record it again

 

its called 'I've always had you in mind'

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=1WP4E3KX

i am only a cow
i am a wandering cow
i come from the nile
i shimmer and i bow

but now i am a turtle
my life has been a circle
i have lived hundreds of years
my mother was a deer

the moon is like a tune
it plays in the month
of june and we like to
climb up on our magic mushrooms

we are the fairy tribes
staying alive

the weed is not a drug,
its an herb and a flower,
has the power to heal,
at the final hour

the weed is not a drug,
its an herb and a flower,
has the power to heal,
at the final hour

because we've been down
and around and moving our stuff
everything seemed like oh so so so much
but it just came down to that bit
just got to legalize cannabis

i am the ground
the drum for all the sound
of Mother Earth
coming from the birth

I like the herb
the ness it is my best friend
it helps me to grow
exfoliates my skin

it makes me feel good
i miss those days when we could go and blaze
with jupiter and venus
wisdom love and yeah
vagina and penis

and whatever you got
sexual organs
make me feel hot

i am mother earth
i got my needs too
but i love you
whatever you do
but i love you
whatever you do

when you come together you'll find
that i've always been with you in mind
when you come together you'll find
that i've always had you in mind
always had
you in mind

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=91BLSTEL - high mountain revolutionary song

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=7QE6QLCS - san!

i will always be nomadic, yeah travelling the world and also the inner regions, yea, because when im listening to evens i feel cool, and because i follow those deer, now it must have been long ago, it must be coming up soon, when the wheels got a whole, well you know its high noon

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=0OG05GKP - graham
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=OFFNCJOX - alphabet soup

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=5SGTU11S

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=QYU0YG81

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=BK536VP3

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=02Q00B2V

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=PH924SBV

dear (if you ever smoked a blunt, out in the woods, in the rain, or not)

seasons of my life

love and healing for the earth from wanti

medicinal herbs

bunny

I decided to take a walk in the night, put on my hat and yellow jacket, and ambled on in the cool stillnes of the subtle breezes. It was really autumn now, I heard the train far off and wailing, the same call it gives all over, maybe the train I'd ride one day. There was nothing really there, I thought of the nature of natural illusion, laying down on a bench, looking up into stars, I was suprised I recognized so many shiny constellations, how sometimes it seemed the sky would be alive with ufos and all kind of wonder, now it was just inconcievable distance, reminding me of my own unknowing, and even innocent insignificance. Pisces was beautiful and symetrical, and the Yomo was there, looking like some celestial ankh, and another larger pattern was clear, it looked like a crown it covered half of the sky. I guess I was still a bit high from the soma in retrospect, but I felt very alone and sad. I needed to get out of these places, it was driving me crazy, lost, and even in books, no solace. I sat up and saw down below, at the bottom of the hill where three little sika deer ate simple grass at me, one looked up, nervously, and I was still. Then it went back to vegging out, I caught a feeling then, when I looked away, like they had conveyed some kind of message, those kind of wonderfully silent standoffs I've grown to love with the deerfolk saying sure, have a funny way of being. Getting up I walked on, wondering what the people in the neighborhood must think of me, always out in the rain, or late at night, no wonder no one will talk to me, I am the dark magician to them maybe, its probably better that way anyways, still it would be nice, just to have someone. Passing the pool, I thought about hopping the fence and seeing if it was possible to walk on the little covering that was set up over the water for the off season, but then decided against it, there could be cameras. Details are pointless.

I got back in and my dad had gone to sleep, very much relieved, I took off my glasses and pants, and got into bed, then felt something calling me to write. So I got up once more, and began this retelling. Indeed, life is strange, I feel very much forsaken in some ways, and misunderstood, when in the beginning I was only seeking knowlegde, to make things better, to save the world, but its true what they say, the path to knowledge is difficult. I thought about Lou and his rental car, and wondered how his trip had faired. And if it meant anything to him, could it really mean what it had meant to me, all those months ago? It was all just so much meandering, and life this and that. In Vermont things would be good, if I could get over the temperature, but with a warm soul, like Talia how could I not, I smiled knowing all was about to be well. But anticipation made it the longest five days of my life. What was I here, but a poet, now cut off from the world, so not even that, a tortured soul, singing songs of the goddess, of the world coming together on the old trusty five string in my room, that seemed to fill with the spirits of all time as I layed down melodies that flowed so easily at the time, by the end I was crying, it had been a while since it went like that, my parents being nearby and all. I remembered when I thought that one day, the audiences would come, and what seperated me from the audience? Was it schizophrenia? Was it my own 'damned' laziness? I thought a heard a clap outside, but it was only the sound of a lone kid running for a loose basketball, but in a way that was enough, in a taoist sense, perhaps the least in the most. All is free, and we all do exactly what we can.

I was tired a lot of the time, and slept often, once waking up to a confused state and a bear upon my wall, gigantic, sitting still, simply looking. I stared back, knowing it could not be real, but what did it mean? Bears kept appearing in my life, and that old wiley shaman Medicine Bear, I had just seen in a picture, where I had sent word of Wanti to a friend known only as Stefan. Ah, life is so bitter sweet. And these are the empty poeticisms of a fool on nothing but the futon that was given in a maelstrom of self pity in my own dream. But the other fairies, keep me alright, in space, and in time.

We dipped again into the pages of the Rig Veda, and I began to revel in boredom, liberating boredom, freeing me from all my ecstasies and opinions, with you by my side Flo, we can make Wanti a home! Feeling like a strong young husband. I ponder on the placemats in looseleaf virgin hearts, opening the windows to the light of those rock and roll bonfires, that you hear so much about when the people get to really living, the nature of the world, could it be imperfect, and our imperfect perfect hearts, sown by Goddess who herself was a quite the paradoxical discussion unto her own ear. We did the birthday dance upon the grasses of interpretation, like old walkers on a hunch for free happiness. Bending like a branch in the wind, my soul, and yours, and the bird that is love, soaring about, knocking acorns from their birthplaces. All is one in the attic of an Oak, they say here, where they roast chicken breasts, and the girls are beautiful and cats roam the streets and I don't know from where they come or how they ever do manage. But they do, and something I will never know, or is it that I know without knowing? Hmmm. The french call it Creme de Menthe, you intoned to me, whispering into my ear from over my shoulder in a restaurant in the boulevard where I knew I must return one day with a bottle of spiced cider and drink it, while doing some other nonsense and making as much of a scene as possible out of it all. This is how I navigate my life, petunias grow in the gardens of other people. My room is a den of insanity. I am a symbol, I am the fairy queen, and drunk in the morning, the evening, and sober in the afternoon is my religion, of which I am frequently blasphemous, by explanation of spontaneity. Here come the jehovah witnesses again, to have another laugh.

The top of the stairs, with place to sit in jeans with holes and count all the things that had happened that day. The sadness seemed beautiful, the joy so very bright, and everything afloat in the flow of love, this romance that houses my endless attention, ole to that! My foot ached because I had stubbed it on the pole. The soup was good like a blanket in the bowl, and I didn't even think of weed, which of course was the point of it all. To be stoned, and alone and yet, in a bed with a dead head, who talks about math equations, my life could be worse. I like your shirt. Golden pot, leprachaun, likening to and from all the ages. The car, rolled on for hours and we pretended to be heroes, watching the cops pull over innocent bystanders left and right, cursing them silently with out gaze.

Sometimes I still laugh. I dreamed we were walking back through the stars to this tower that stretched and contracted. And in there I sang a song, and before we were on a beach and a singer flew away, like a bird, just flew away, a nightingale guy. And we walked up to the tower and climbed to the top, and people were all over it, and almost melting into eachother, and I turn and see Eli and Janet, and Eli looks all nonchalant and he says whats up and I say the sky. And Janet is asking how much they owe me and something about sixty dollars from a dream before and I say wow thank you for this money. Suddenly we were inside, at the top floor and it was a rave in the stars, an old scruffy fellow approached us, and talked to Eli and he said three and then he said four, that all I could make out of what they said and then moved on, Janet said she was looking for some shrooms, we walked down on the lower level, the lights were so beautiful, I said this will be the first time I am not totally out of my ****ing mind at one of these, well maybe. And then imagining dancing, like I did before, singing, doing anything. We were walking and a guy passed and says I noticed your hand was green. That he was a DJ. I wondered what he meant my hand was green. Then another guy sitting on a table with long hair, I asked him if he ever did shamanic drumming Eli and Janet were gone, he said yeah all the time, that he loves it, it was the first song and we talked about rain. Then I told him I was transgendered. and I woke up.


One moment can last twenty five hours. in healing and hurting, comes stillness.

And in a flash it was gone, I had read the Charles Bukowski, and I had dranken or drunken again. Earlier in the flash of green that was the open field, or curbsides of the mall, I sat under a conifer, off from the man sitting on a shopping cart smoking a cigarette pretending to be a bum. I didn't even look at anyone, so sure of their own bull****, I didn't even give a damn when the guy with the hair products tried to trade me a thirty five dollar hair straightener for the weed I didn't have, I heard murmurs sitting there in silence, oh he must be a priest. I didn't even bother to correct them, she. So now I am here, and all is right as it ever could be, the man who said he was God was right, in the book of my life, I am a little scroll carrying bagel in the eve of a bountiful world, smiling off to nothing, why? Just to confuse them, security and spies, everywhere, let them come, the secrets of my heart are no secrets, it is open for every man or woman, and they are worth what they will be. And though I am aware, I have spent much of this beginning talking about nothing, and in an uninteresting and self concerned fashion, now we will begin to pour deep into the essence of the matter.

Into stoner logic, the song playing in the stereo, how has this life evaded me for so long, this happy clear headedness, ashamed of nothing, cut from the larger segment of society, just take a walk. Past all those touchy feely loves, no this was something actually worth saying **** it all for. They offered me a house, when I told them about the voices, and the way it splits my being in two. Though he didn't understand, the bear on the wall, still ain't said ****, but stands behind me now like a totem, and yeah I am the Pomo, suspended in wanti, with one last cigar. The fairies, they have settled down now, and all is distant and the dizziness comes like a storm, vanessa carlton sing her bit about the white houses, and on and on and on, wyptipodating. This is the healing way. An island in the grey alonity of my life, huzzah. The fall, perhaps things are on their way to brilliance, where we can all shut the **** up, finally.

I am home, the man in the hat and the cap who stands by the window smiles coyly, and I'm just so happy, I hear the intimations of your soul, which is mine which is all things, singing this joy to me, through me, all of it here and all of it, just happy and as it should be, the whole world must feel this. I lay in the beauty of having said what didn't need to be but for the love of recording. No memory could hold this, again I am in love with the very... air. Words fail, again and again, and yet make it so much better.
Let the drums roll out like waves into december where the embers on the timber, lead us to remember all our ways again, Flo! I did it! I'm a shaman! A peice of the nothingness, reverberating is this holy cosmic materia. Ah forgive me if you must or want, this spirit comes in the moment like a child born of the void. There was nothing to prove, just love to be. The spirits have filled the room, indeed the world did come together and has held stuck together, one eternal family, the music from the stereo, oh my ****ing god, this subdued awe. Should I say I love you here. I do, and I also do not care. I love you and I do not care, I am the fairy queen, Pomo moving through my soul, Mother Earth moving through soul, all our souls.
Wushu is kung fu, but this is the sublimest meditation, of all forms. I see! I see!
It is the soul, it is the harvest moon, its something. I wandered in the desert for the poem to bring the world back, to set those who seemed to have nothing together, for how is it that we can drop eachother, perhaps only deeper into love, and what is ****ing? What is ****ing. **** the world, aigy man. Thee, thou, useth. The thing we tell ourselves in the face of supreme nothingness.

...hell to the Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But I truly am a bee, and have always been a bee. Buzz, buzz, a way. The copperfield tunnels and underto shaking in rascally ardous bliss, baking my own head in an intelligent picnic extravanganza held by the fire department of wanti. We ate the puzzle pieces of the soft earth in its wholesome scene. You were a modest anteater to the vision of apparent ectasy, shaking hands with the hills in some kind of fruit leather legend. My heart is these words really, through the sea to the sky says this a dog bark tree classic in its growth patterned like all the past and future events in intense tents of smiles that leave light trails in the leaves like it was promisd to begin with, but all were chill about it.
Chill and cool and warm like a sweater stitched for two or five. Outside, its in the random conversation, this is wanti, this is whatever, seen or not, growing in the deep, falling from clouds. She wants to hear you, she reaches out to you in the parking lots that you thought were the top floors of busy buildings, pounding some conviction into each notepad, this and that, and love, and falling off into obscure fantasy, shocked by this, it is real.

Wow, what a pleasure it has been, and Flo led again to the river, feeling it all like so much smooth sand in the palm of the hand of the man. Music without sound. The elevator was full, the tribe had gathered once more, and I thought of things like mirth, Flo peeking over my shoulder in a red dress. Ah, yeah. Sometimes I want to go sit on the island, and watch the waves, in the next few days, I'll be dying, dug the whole twenty three feet, and then it was over, it was complete. I smoked a few blunts. And ****, it didn't even happen, nothing was real, passing, passing this love, ah man goes on forever, don't it. a bed of so many levels. A riverbed.

But I was sitting under the pine tree and this bum came to me and we spoke all over the world, this nature, that had brought us back, and from the center, which I called wanti and he called heaven, we caused a graceful ruckus, moving and groving for a moment.

I had to catch my breathe, and Flo chimed in she said, Hey!!

I really love you, the sun has been bluffing like a fuzzy dream come here and bring the apple juice and the wine, non-alcoholic or whatever. Thus was the first two days of my life, things just seemed a lot like, the old day when I was dazed and mad blazed on all kinds of herbs.

Now, I just grow, all in an hour, in a minute, in a second, and its gone and its here, and I got up, buzzed away, don't sting anyone, there was nothing to say.

Everyone is so peaceful when it gets down to it. I just wonder who says these things. Who is tripping and is not.

And because the writing has waned the living has gained and it all maintains in a sink drain that is the home of the Pomo, infinite spiral, cycle in an old time revival.

So this guy once came to me and he said, "I like to listen to hip-hop,"
And I based my life on this statement, because I liked it metaphorically. But the wanti way is really not the wanti way because. Life happened, continously. I met this shaman named Medicine Bear who grew white sage in Nevada, he didn't curse much or at all. He was different. I remember Mira talking about how she liked cloudy days. I said only when the clouds are golden orange and the rain is warm.

Healers are everywhere. So how can the universe not be in good health? Mountains. Pill bugs and fenders.

Mushrooms are beautiful to me. I feel good having said all of this. And what more is there? Music is sacrament, said the hobo, who was actually pretty happy, and I don't know how much of an authentic hobo he was, but whatever. Robert was awesome.
As the sun goes down, dissapearing modestly in the night. I am animal!

Does it matter? The mood was described a solemn, when I blew in, into the hive. I threw myself into the nectar pools, and was lost in a sticky kind of oozing when suddenly, they arrived.

They were the tall ones, they were the bears. Suddenly, it all made sense, and I flew, with my brothers and sisters, all of us flew. We swarmed.

But as soon as I saw that bears eyes, I knew the bear was flo, so I stopped, I could not attack, instead I rolled myself on her tongue, and gave her the first taste of our honey, and it felt so good, and funny, and flew off before she could bite.
I saw the look on here face, it was
curious!

And that is all I remember of my past life as a bee, and that must be why this is all happening, that all the animals in the great circle of life suddenly show up at my door with tea and crumpets, and I must escort out the flies who lie subdued on socks from my agaric.. ah yes, is everything not divine? This is how I came to live my life, but I suffer greatly in the mornings, when I find myself alone, sober, and depressed, and I call death and he answers and we arrange a rondezvous and blow eachother, while trying to attain new levels of zen and its all very exagerrated and very fake, and just horrible. Then I buy him a few gifts and he stabs me in the ****ing back, like how could you be so self centered? And alas, I am imperfect, and the words I say are only a trying, a trying to return to the love that will save the world. Because in my spy days which I will now speak of because I feel my missions are now over and if they will return, then I am certain all of this will be destroyed or at least the memory of it, or certain facts and scenes changed in my mind and that of others, because this is just how things are done. I first became a spy after a long night a tea drinking and nudist soccer.

When I realized what a pathetic shell of a life, mine had become, with no real gusto to it, just a pattern of happy and sad, and yet it was in that pattern that the epic began to take shape. It was like finding a perfectly good taco sitting in the middle of the street, hesitating for a moment, and then picking it up and taking a bite. There is no shame in this, these are the things that heroes do, and us heroes we are here now to allow the moment to sink in, beyond the word, and really see as Don Juan explains, see the **** thats going on. Because truthfully, I write this to fell the system, in all its forms, and all its subtle tricks, none of them will snare me because I have love, and with Flo we live freely, maybe not so by the parameters of another, perhaps we seem as something we are not, but from the perspective of another who cares, I taste true freedom with her and we taste it all the time. And yet all the devis and the angels and fairies and even the demons, they all flock to us, behind the animals, and of course we are imagining this, we are huge egoist, we have no way except to speak of wanti, the poetry of sages, or so it is said.

This freedom comes not from the woodlands, nor from the cities, not from the anarchists, nor the yogis, not even from the heart. It does not come from anything and in this it is free and so I say, it is what I have said, and may this never fall down, but if it does well then, what then?

So being free, I fell asleep once more because I have lyme disease and to be free and sick is to truly know what sickness is, the cure of health and to have nothing and be almost on the verge of destruction is something that is best experienced before spoken of.

So I set out once more, I abandoned everything. The trees bent over me and made a breezy home of sorts. My hair grew a littler thicker or maybe I was imagining, I drank the soma that grew under the trees, boiled over campfire kettles, and wore many layers of clothes. I didn't see people, I tried to forget how to talk, it was an action inappropiate to the times, but it was one deeply felt.

And the Pomo guided me, like a shepherd of deer she is. An aspect of mind, of life force, channeled, like a river passage, the path of least resistance.

Words are pointless. Every entrance was a boon. And there was harmony among all the spirits. I return, and leave, and remember and forget, and there is harmony among the spirits, all is well.

Life is a wave that reassures itself.

But this is all fake, a dream, a seance, poetry, and long ago, I did die, and all was a rose, lit in the haze of the rainbow that exists behind closed eyes. Theres nothing left, and yet everything drips with the questions, of the endless space all around, there is no one out there, there is nothing.

Flo, the words, language, myself, even nothing itself as nothing. It has not even happened. There was never love, or a time, or wanti, not even alone... not even nothing exists!

p.s.

caught blowing kisses in the wet weather?
a girl like me?
never!!!


okay, we should form the resistance, thats all im talking about, thats what wanti means to me, beyond ultimate truth.. in these petty things making it better, ending bull**** should it arise. my computer works now. i have no idea what im doing though

i mean thats why i do this, why not set your own, whatever... small tribes.. over time i think it has an effect

because so many laws are unconstitutional, and so much happens, purely out of force upon people

thats what shamanism is, its nature doing this, bringing things back into their accord

theres a dude named three hawks

i don't know who to trust or what to do, i trust you though, because you are like eggs in the morning and the sun pouring through the window
where others are dark, like the edge of woods at night

and i dont mean to come from such a wierd level, low level at times

it seems like hypocrisy is inevitable to survive in this place? have you noticed that?

maybe it won't happen now, but through these words and actions maybe in someone else in a better position will be able to start a true change, or maybe it is us, and it is wanti... and its all coming together right now

because who would continue on in such an uncool way, at such an awkward junction?

but correct me if im wrong or add what you will, tell what you think do what you feel, this can't all just be me, it takes everyone working together you know? it has to go back to us

word to piet hein

 

just got out the psych ward! figured out why we have such bad reactions to anti psychotics, cuz of the irregular heartbeat, its a bad combination, that can cause something called nms neuroleptic malignant syndrome, not cool stuff ( they'll try to trick you but patients ALWAYS have a right to refuse medication!), just waiting for them to get real and perscribe the medical marijuana, we've never reallygone wrong with that... and yeah fred just turned 60 happy birthday!



the indie rock rocks when the jams get cool and hot*

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IQW1IJZF

everybody's sloan
on their own road
everybody's joan
searching for a soul
in the sun we like the dance
i eat tulips in the shed
and think of how long that my grandma has been dead
thats what she says but she still jives
and the days are half the size
now that time is passing and the colors in our eyes
are just a part of you
and now i realize
all our lives together are kind of like the weather
naturally cut fries

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2A39IR08 - cultivating tao in cool ways

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=W9QOS04N

wandering cow living in a cloud
close to the ground
moo's from a shroud
of grass
rising in a marsh like a lotus
dances all among the sheep
through it keeps unwavering focus
on her children
mother of the universe
travelling the cosmos, in a metaphorical rain coat
wandering cow

knows the tao
and brings it back into style
everyone cries but when she's there they usually smile
she handles herself and she likes to prattle
she loves the birds, the deer, cats dogs the people and the cattle
wandering cow

we love you, the villagers came to sing
with a candle burning bright, shining to everything
it was the sun
and her moos are the moon
everything is gonna be alright soon
wandering cow


knows the tao
and brings it back into style
everyone cries but when she's there they smile
she handles herself and she likes to prattle
she loves the birds, the deer, cats dogs, the people and the cattle
wandering cow

 

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WM51N5KW - have no plans


we like to go out tripping hills of yesterday
same as the shadows lighting trails of restful ways

restful ways
restful ways

ran into the forest of the magical new sun
half the time we're listening other half just go to plunge

deep inside
deep inside

yesterdays are new days and the old is like the new
inspirations waiting everytime you tie your shoe

this is true
this is true

time is just a map let your dreams be in the air
smoke of campfires twisting easily without care

without cares
without cares

hippies of the hilltops and the fairies of the peat
roots of goodness growing and the deer crossing the street

crossing the street
for something to eat

we are what we eat and we eat just what we am
listen to the songs that are growing in the yams

in the yams
in the yams

have no plans
have no plans

 

Branches - http://www.megaupload.com/?d=EF4HGZ2E