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"No time to think,
only time to feel
what is real
place your palms up to the sun so you can feel,

the heat of the summer,
the coolness of the winter,
the spring,

all of that furniture
remove all of your splinters, now

they say in this game to keep your finger upon the trigger
but this is a different song
and I am a different singer,
I ain't a loser then again
I ain't a winner, I'm just a neutral man trying to get my hand up from
this quick-
sand
that we're all drowning in,
tryin' to hold the oceans in the palm of my hand-
it's nice to know your smiling,
nice to see you singin'
I dropped the beat and now I'll
feed all the demons now." -Trevor Hall


"I feed people serve people
take them to the holy steeples
where the rascals manufacture love to show us that we're equal
constellations station meditation for the dying
kiss your wish to make it bliss and give it to the crying
children can't find shelter so they retreat to the drugs
give out both your hands man and swallow them with love
the clock is ticking way too fast
triggers are pulled and guns blast
while the mothers take their children to the kindergarten class
under the blanket we're gonna make it to that holy place
where we are united without violence every single race
look into eyes and you will find that we're all of the same
blood blood blood blood blood blood blood
well neem karoli baba well he taught me like a father
i'm a ramayana soldier fighting with his love and honor
holy mother tell your brothers
wrap them up in all your covers
this is the time to rise and shine and burn off all the thunder
feel it all in your blood blood
unify and become come
all of us on the run run
our revolution of love
all of the elements turn turn
fire and water they burn
Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani Padme Hum Om Mani."

-Trevor Hall, Under the Blanket