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I seek the shaman a see-er of all Where the sun sets there you must go In a valley I will forage Gather berries of the forest On a grassland I will scavange I'm a tracker I'm a Hunter Gatherer I need a healer a holy chanter For I sought my own way I fear the elder By the river I hear a ruckus Beasts are vying for the carcass Light a fire in a forest Fashion antlers sharp and honest I the reindeer I the smoke man I the Hunter Gatherer Hunter Gatherer I seek the shaman a seer of all I sought my own way there I must go Our last child and the mother Stake out our cave for the summer Over mountain I will travel Take a pass high and narrow Hunter Gatherer Hunter Gatherer Hunter Gatherer Hunter Gatherer | |||||
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dAHAb on the coast of the red sea all I hear are the sounds of Mr Bob Marley lay it back on the gulf of Aqaba where in the evening we drink Egyptian Stella who do you make me to be it's not my first time I caught my own taxi? along the beach from the hotel she taught me diving her name was Annabel I walk along beside a beachside cafe where Bedouin camel man will ride you away who do you make me to be it's not my first time the stars are my canopy? who do you take me to be it's not my first life I come back as the humble bee? dahab on the coast of the red sea all I hear are the sounds of Mr Bob Marley I sing along I conquer adversity I sing along for it's our deity our harmony who do you make me to be it's not my first time I caught a lone taxi? Ra da da da da |
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A great order of the ages is born anew it's a hoary old song The near annihilation of our human race will someday soon Many destructive conflagrations have befallen humanity with many to come Yet here we stand deceived deceived never having been through one Many ancient words of wisdom tales of old warn us all the priest of Sais says For it's a blind man who says "I've seen" and sees what's been and all to come We here in the West are blessed believe we are the best dressed civilization Well that cocksure arrogance by which we're led Castrated on the Day of the Dead Well consider this my friend we are two hundred thousand years old years old That's eight thousand generations with only one rise to global awe? Then the day of the lord shall come like a thief in the night a superbolide And the mile high wall of water washes ashore to end it all There down at the bottom of the seas will lie our proud cities And the humble mountain clan shall prevail and for what it's worth Reseed the earth
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