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Songs from the Atman. ……FAST CARS…… Fast cars Don’t make you taller From high buildings You look smaller For money don’t Make the man We are but grains of sand Look into the mirror And you will see The truth of reality Look into the mirror And you may find A rough diamond In your mind O let it shine….O let it shine Understand your ways All the days….all the days Fast cars Don’t make you taller And no money No smaller It is all illusory A distorted mirror Distorts what you see Is it the mirror Or is it me I cannot tell In the end I am confused Feel I’ve been used But by who It all depends Fast cars Don’t make you taller For we all go Around the same corner I mean you………..no disrespect No dishonor You are a winner A man of honor But smell the flowers In their showers And the golden hours While they’re still dear Look between the lines We are all doing time It’s like we’ve All done crime So look to what you have It is true But what you have Is not you But it is……… What you do And you will see To what your rich is And what you be And what your bitch is Look into the mirror Into your hearts It is the mirror Of the parts It is the mirror Of your soul When you look With the whole Fast cars Are every where And with wings They are in the air Fast cars that fly Take you up Into the sky You are high You get higher Then you realize We are……………… But men Then back down To earth again Hopefully…………………… Back in your own skin O let it shine…….O let it shine |
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Stained glass windows in Taranaki |
Welcome into the good heart of Taranaki |
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