In the Flow
Indi Riverflow: Deadicated lyricist for rock, folk, and jam styles of music.
“Swimming in a river of pure flowing gold, and coming up with diamonds in my ears…”
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Lyrics :
Say, let me make my amends with this lyre
Brother I’m thrilled to find you inspired
And your goodwill is worth a great deal
More than any wealth I might ever stealWherefore this sound from the tortoise shell
How the hell do you make it sing so well?
Well, I don’t know but I think it’s gonna grow
Into the groove and guts of rock and roll
I find my way by ballpoint compass
Since the world’s mapped on a sphere
Needle tuned to the heart of bliss
Nested in a maze of ten billion gears
Right now it’s pointing directly at this
Voyage of thought on waves to your ears
As a sailor who knows it’s easy to miss
Islands of hope in storms of fear
Coming to in a bed of thorns
Beneath a scalding hot pink dome
The wailing wind imitating horns
Mirages curdling up with foamA crowd appeared like smoke
Where nothing at all should be
Wondered just what kind of joke
The desert was playing on me
The road is a riddle, it sometimes seems
Muddle through the middle or edge the extremes?
Smile all the miles in my burnt-out machine
Just to move the movie on to the next scene
Let’s try an experiment
Can we scan the mystic
Make the soul self-evident
By the light of sight fantastic?
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