Stranger angels

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I. king whirl

In this old world where whirl is king
Look away bound away from the feather to the wing
For the least, the last, and the lost we sing
Turning the wine back to water

I drone on the summit, when the moon is high
Unarmed Forces, by my side
A scout on the mesa, with the calvary behind
Turning the wine back to water

Tell me when the horses of war will be
On Flower Mountain, loose and free
And we’ll close the big banks of misery
Turning the wine back to water

There’s golden handcuffs, on your mind there kid
And a black snake crawling through the water-shed
And star spangled nails on your coffin lid
Turning the wine back to water

Argue not concerning god, for the truth is obscure
Under the opposite of all you’ve heard
In the physics of the spirit, is the stillness of the word
Turning the wine back to water

So tonight I smell the smoke, from an un-lit fire
Black Elk he listens to the lonely choir
St Francis and the wolf, in their funeral attire
Turning the wine back to water

II. STILL &
STILL MOVING

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