Text

Autumn Leaves Are Gatherin’

Autumn Leaves are gatherin’
Circlin’ round my door
Brown, red, orange and yellow-green
They’re freckle-in’ the floor

I’m not ready to grow old
To wither and to die
I don’t believe in what I’m told
A life beyond the sky

Brisk a breeze comes hauntin’
Chillin’ in my bones
Flannel shirts and moccasins
To stop the stabbin’ cold

I’m not ready to grow old
To wither and to die
I don’t believe in what I’m told
A life beyond the sky

A melancholy evenin’
The days are getting short
Clouds swirl in the ether then
The rains begin to pour

I’m not ready to grow old
To wither and to die
I don’t believe in what I’m told
A life beyond the sky

Quote
"It will happen for a time, that the pupil will find his intellectual power has grown by the study of his master’s mind. But in all unbalanced minds, the classification is idolized, passes for the end, and not for a speedily exhaustible means, so that the walls of the system blend to their eye in the remote horizon with the walls of the universe; the luminaries of heaven seem to them hung on the arch their master built. They cannot imagine how you aliens have any right to see, — how you can see; ‘It must be somehow that you stole the light from us.’ They do not yet perceive, that light, unsystematic, indomitable, will break into any cabin, even into theirs. Let them chirp awhile and call it their own. If they are honest and do well, presently their neat new pinfold will be too strait and low, will crack, will lean, will rot and vanish, and the immortal light, all young and joyful, million-orbed, million-colored, will beam over the universe as on the first morning."

Ralph Waldo Emerson,
“Self-Reliance”
(1841)

Photo
https://www.facebook.com/KaleidoKulture
Quote
"Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world."

Ralph Waldo Emerson,
“Self-Reliance”
(1841)

 

Text

Innocent

I was born innocent
Pure of heart, benevolent
I have tried all my life to be me
Trapped in a chained society
A snare of captivity
I have fought all my life to be free

I won’t let them transform me
Into a cyborg worker bee
With all my might, all my life
I will cling tight to the light
I will be me, I’ll be free

I have died several deaths
So seldom are we sentient 
But I move and I breathe to be me
We can make our own realities
To cope and deal with what we see
But I grow and I thrive to be free


I won’t let them transform me
Into a cyborg worker bee
With all my might, all my life
I will cling tight to the light
I will be me, I’ll be free

image

Video

Dead Injun - Black Bear (Black Bear & The Cheyenne Autumn Band) (by blackbearjonnymiller)

Video

Sunday Morning Coming Down (Cover) - Black Bear (Black Bear & The Cheyenne Autumn Band) (by blackbearjonnymiller)

Text

Victoria

I need to get away
I’m too poor to wander far
I’m only free Sunday
And it’s getting dark

Oh Victoria
Mother, Pride of Riverside
Let me ramble in your light
And help me take it slow

I need a sunlit ride
Down the orange blossom road
Let’s go for a drive
Before my head explodes

Oh Victoria
Mother, Pride of Riverside
Let me ramble in your light
And help me take it slow

Text

Ghost Town

This old town is a ghost town
All life left long ago
Not even vague traces linger any longer
Just rotten dead corpses, lurkers haunting corners

This old town is a ghost town
This old town is a ghost town
All life left long ago

This old town is a ghost town
All life left long ago
See it in their faces, eyes have lost their luster
Pride paints these places, lies of an imposter

This old town is a ghost town
This old town is a ghost town
All life left long ago

Text

Simple Life

I’ve never read no mornin’ paper,
I don’t watch the evenin’ news,
For I don’t own a television;
I doubt they’re tellin’ you the truth

A simple sort of life requires a complex kind of mind;
A soul that will surrender and not shy from sacrifice.

I live simply
I live humbly
I live happily
Life is lovely

The most courageous thing to do
Is to dare to be one’s self,
In a world of method actors;
A type of mediocre hell.

A simple sort of life requires a complex kind of mind;
A soul that will surrender and not shy from sacrifice.

I live simply
I live humbly
I live happily
Life is lovely