Does it take extraordinary perceptual abilities to see that something's wrong out there. Perhaps the search for insight can lead to inner revolution, and dare we hope, eventually to nonviolent political rectification.
Lyrics
I woke up and I looked around,
I listened but I could not hear a sound, so I
Put on my fancy shades and went to tea.
I walked around for many long years
Till I met a man with elephant's ears,
Who said he could hear things
I couldn't see.
He told me of the
Tyrant's arms--
Oily fingers dripping harm.
"I know these things!", he cried,
"There ain't no place that you can hide
To stop what's going on outside
In the Dynasty's eyes!"
But you don't need fancy shades
To see the Harbinger of Hades--
You can do it with your eyes closed!
And you don't need elephant's ears
To hear the screaming and the tears
'Cause you can feel them down in your (w)hole!
My love, make me a
Mirror
Let the reflection shine on you--
Please, can you tell me what I can do?
I'm going
Across the border--
What I wanted at last!
I'm going to put my life in order
In the past.
A face familiar--
The look was in your eye.
My, how time can fly!
