Tekster:
Live Secret Samadhi

: if the mother goes to sleep with you will you run and tell geraldo if the mother bears your children without tears without the usual costs of labor

: everybody has a ghost everybody has a ghost who sings like you do yours is not like mine but it's alright, keep it up boy loses rib in new orleans

: looks like america's dropped her load she was ready to explode i could not see her from up here cuz she was lyin' in the road my head's in the ground

: oh desert speak to my heart oh woman of the earth maker of children who weep for love maker of this birth 'til your deepest secrets are known to me

draw us in to wipe our tears away the day that I was so sweetly sung by the wind and the thunder moved by "someone" the feelin' of being lived was so

: yeah I found god and he was absolutely nothin' like me he showed me up like some dime-store hooker who was plain to see I couldn't take it anymore

: let him come into the city let him find his lucky penny let him put it in his pocket and shake it all around I've been to pretty buildings, all in

the dream but dream no more to live a life in love the only thing in common was we knew there was somethin' more now we walk in the dream but dream no more to live

demons driven out and happily replaced with the presence of real love the only one who saves I wanna dance with you I see a world where people live