A muse born of my sad realization that though the human race has grown leaps and bounds intellectually it still seems to have quite missed the boat to the shores of solving the big puzzle of how to treat each other to christmas eve every day.
Lyrics
The Forgotten Art (LadyStar intro)
LadyStar
now here this:
Travel Westward young man
Sift those grains of sand
From that Western Star
Hallowed Stratosphere
Is there anyone else here
On this Western Star
No matter where you think you are
You’re apart of my LadyStar
Ah Yes You Are
No matter who you think you are
You’re apart of my LadyStar
And The Forgotten Art
The Forgotten Art
Before this plebeian rabble rushes to battle here this:
It’s funny how we worry
It’s funny how we weep
It’s funny how we quarrel on the finity
Of an endless sea
It’s sad the way we’re troubled
It’s sad the way we fight
It’s sad the way we travel
toward the night
In our search for pure daylight
The forgotten art of remembering
Is all we need to brake free
Remember it and you’re gonna get there
And all the things you learn
You’ve known already anyway
But then you worried You lacked faith
And you wobbled
So don’t wobble
{LEAD}
I don’t know why I bother
praying while you sleep
Don’t know how we can question
all this love
so ad infinitumly
The forgotten art of remembering
Is all we need to brake free
Remember it and we’re gonna get there
And all the things you learn
You’ve known already anyway
Where Love is buried
We all bleed the same
So what’s the squabble
You just forgotten
Moptzar
