Fauxman and Rashdan Halabaloo

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A very personal piece. Perhaps one of my most raw and unconventional ones. It is about trusting in the God I believe in, even when you don't know where you're going, or what you're doing, even when sometimes you can't quite comprehend life. These were meant to be lyrics; I'm not sure what they are now...

Submitted: December 09, 2007

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O don't you know?
She's twenty now, and singing
Doh-ray-me-doe?
She's sighing how - can you be
so?
So, I am leaving this town,
And leaving it like a -

O Peace and Rain,
The flesh and blood of mortals
the same.
The way I know I'm alive in the
morning space,
Heading for ways,
of a kind of dance that
I knew oh so,
so well.

Here are my films,
my entourage of streams and
beehives,
my fallen flax dance and raka ma coo,
These Zapa-zing shoes,
All laid out on a platter.

All bang how you know!
All crying out a hapa ka no show!
She's twenty two!
And singing don't-you-know
there's no place like -
Whama streaming leaf a balance
fly,
Zama binga bonga bing bing,
FALA OHSA I KNOW, I know,
I know

I know,

I know you are there.
I have heard your words.
I eat this bread,
I drink this wine,
I know that you are there.

So, don't you know?
She's twenty now, and singing
Doh-ray-me-doe?
She's sighing how - can you be
so?
So, I am leaving this town,

And leaving it like a poor man's saint.


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