John's #9 Dream
Imagine the words flowing out from
endless lips of mere mortals.
Rhyme is the reason for the city going people
who strive for the beat that rocks the lives
of others. Stop!
Listen...
it’s the words from lips of insane men;
rabble and reason
flaunted by those city goers.
The oneness makes the world go round,
but how do they see that
what’s was said was, “Life is what happens to you while your busy making other plans.”
Those city goers do not
see that the words of one man make so much sense.
Songs about reason
that bring the greater joy,
about one, one little beautiful boy.
Words from the man who shocked
the world, disowned Christianity.
Boy, were we watching the wheels go
round and round;
such silly city people.
Through life’s enduring pains and toils
did he shout, “Happy Xmas!” may your
days see the lights of the yellow submarine
he drove.
So come together, and watch Blackbirds and Bluejays fly.
On his Karmic wheel that is spinning
round we will all shout,
“All you need is love!”
and he will breathe the new glorious day
into our souls, that Love is...
the oneness he has created.
And the rain comes down...
