Reincarnation

A Revised Hymnal

After The War

They took me to Norway on an old boat. They wanted me to broker peace. Then, during the war, you left me. I died in a limousine while you sang to Italian aristocrats. Funny I can say this now: God loves you.

Someday I will become your guru. You will be beautiful in silks and I will give you the mantra: Ma-Ra. In some ways, it has already happened. Little consolation, high above the Atlantic.

It Meets My Needs

The Waiting Room (Take A Number)

Walk With Me

Walking Dream

In Over Through

Up

winter music in jars to recollect

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: who

; us

Street Level (Keep On Movin')

Shuttle