VEDA

There were these cities
Over in india
Well really Pakistan
Down by the river

One was Harappa
People wrote things there
Pressed upon seals
But no one can read them now

No one can read them now
No one can read them now

Then there was silence
For hundreds of years
No one wrote anything
No more big cities

Then people said things
That they remembered
Cause they kept saying 'em
They wrote them down much later

That's what you call a Veda
They wrote them down much later
That's what you call a Veda

it's like Lord of the Rings
First there's the First Age
Not in this story

Then there's the Second Age
Barely remembered

Then there's the Third Age
That one we know
it appears in a story that
somebody made up

Somebody made up
A story that somebody made up

Down in Atlantis
Once it was teatime
Rattling cups and
Someone is joking

Someone is dignified
Someone is sorrowful
Waves rise right over it
Down it goes sinking

And now it's all lost
To me and to you
Who said Atlantis?
It might have been Mu

And who here among us
Will venture to read those leaves now?

Read those leaves now

Me and my girlfriend
When we were teenagers
Kissed on the bus and
Smoked marijuana

Read about Middle Earth
Better than where we were
But we had something
Let's call it love

Because it's impossible
Yet indestructible
Few words are suitable
Yes, love

Yes
Love

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My own sweet mother
She can't remember things
More and more leaving
All in a jumble

Rattling cups and
Symbols on seals
River silt rising
Burying words

Who now will read them?
Where will they go?
Westward from Middle Earth
Over the sea

But on a good day
We sit here holding hands
And we remember things
While they're still good and not gone

They're good
Then they're gone
But they're good

All of that trash that we
Shoot into space
Is bound to outlast
Orbiting senselessly

But the odd little steps
of American dances
They're not immortalized
Least not the ones I took

Nor are the bus rides
The 40's, the 70's
My mother's memories
My girlfriend's hair

Once freshly washed
With an apple shampoo
Now like all ancient sentiment
Tending toward myth

And all that I feel
in the pulse of my blood
Now at times joking
Dignified, sorrowful

Surely it matters
And even if it doesn't
Sometimes it's beautiful and
Right now it's readable

And if it's exceedable
Then I'll exceed myself
When I say "Here"
I'll be everywhere else

Insofar as there's breath
This world is mine
Insofar as there's world
My breath is in it

Insofar as there's sea
I get to be wet
Insofar as there'a city
I go to market

Insofar as there's space
I'll be debris
Insofar as there's freedom
I'll be the skylark and its song

Insofar as there's love
We're all part of it
We're all part of it

Insofar as there's love
We're all part of it
We're all part of it

Insofar as there's love
We're all part of it
We're all part of ia

insofar as there's love
We're all part of it

Just ask my cat

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There were these cities
Over in india
Well really Pakistan
Down by the river

One was Harappa
People wrote things there
Pressed upon seals
Iconic animals

Then there was silence for
Hundreds of years
No on wrote anything
No more big cities

Then people said things
That they remembered
Cause they kept saying 'em
They wrote them down much later

That's what you call a Veda
You write it down much later

That's what you call a Veda
You write it down much later

That's what you call a Veda