« Once upon a time a wild god zoomed All through his memory, in which he was entombed It was rape and pillage, in the retirement village But in his mind, he was a man of great virtue and courage And he flew out the window with his long trailing hair And the smoke from the bodies went straight up in the air He was a wild god searching, for what all wild god’s are searching for And he flew through the dying city like a prehistoric bird He went searching for the girl Down on a Jubilee Street But she died in a bedsit in 1993 So he flew to the top of the world and looked around And said, « Where are my people? » Where are my people? To bring your spirit down A wild god searching for a far away girl Who was basically a mirage, that nevertheless loomed a-large She would hang under the rail as he blew around the room And make love with a kind of efficient gloom And the people on the ground cried « When does it start? » And the wild god says « It starts with a heart » With a heart, with a heart, with a heart And the people on the ground cried « When does it end? » And the wild god says « Well, it depends, but it mostly never ends » ‘Cause I’m a wild god flying, and wild god a-swimming And I’m old sick god dying, and crying And singing Oh, wild god’s begging, the wild god’s Yeah, bring your spirit down Oh, well he’s moving through the flames of anarchy And he’s moving through the winds of tyranny And the sweet, sweet tears of liberty And moving ’round the world He’s moving through your body like a prehistoric bird He’s moving ’round the world Oh Lord Well, if you’re feeling lonely, and if you’re feeling blue And if you just don’t know what to do Bring your spirit down Oh, we’re wild god’s baby, we’re wild gods I’m a wild god, baby, I’m a wild god Oh, here we go We’re to the cradle of Africa We’re going to Russia We’re going to China To the United States of America Yeah, moving ’round the world Yeah, moving like a great big beautiful bird Moving ’round the world Yeah, he-he’s swimming to the end of a rotting pier He swims to the end of his rotting ideas Swim to the hymn, swim to the prayer And bring your spirit down I’m a wild god, baby, I’m a wild god Well, here we go Yeah, here we go. »
« We must cultivate silence within ourselves, for it is only in it that unexpected and eternal flowers open for an instant, changing shape and color according to the soul we find ourselves next to. Souls weigh themselves in silence, as gold and silver weigh themselves in pure water, and the words we pronounce have meaning only thanks to the silence in which they bathe. » (Maurice Maeterlinck)
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