Posted by Philippe of the Jungle on Monday, April 30, 2001 at 10:54PM :
So many Birds flying in this Mystic Circus, so much magic full of feathers and
colors. So many intense emotions come to mind when I think back of the
weekend in LA.
I had dreamed of a performance,
but instead,
I was given a ritual...
The Purple Skies
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Here I am a young man,
Here I have a question,
Who has put me on a mission,
I have seen before,
Is it my own mind,
Or is it some higher hand,
Who put me on this road,
Or is it just myself
Who, would you know,
Who, could you tell,
He walks the path of the birds,
He flies the Purple Skies
Sometimes the pain takes flight,
And soars in a flock of anger,
But the Jungle awaits and grounds,
It brings me back to myself,
No winner, no war, no grief, no sadness,
No need for it all,
But an urge to protect and guard,
The Purple Skies
Then the mission comes,
It speaks to me in tongues,
And I know my passion,
Has now found a beat to its wings,
And I rise high in the night,
Soaring after my dreams,
Across the Purple Skies
Who, would you know,
Who, could you tell,
He walks the path of the birds,
He flies the Purple Skies,
Un jour dans le ciel je t'ai vu,
Et aussitot, tu m'as apercu,
Deux reves, deux freres jumeaux,
Notre destin s'amorce a peine,
Volant au gre du vent,
Sous les longs ciels pourpres...
Under the long purple skies...
(Robert Weber and Philippe Lewis)
We all planted seeds, but it will take much care to make them grow in this harsh
land that surrounds us...
A bientot mes bons amis,
Philippe
-- Philippe of the Jungle
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