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    Atlantis
  
    
      
    The continent of Atlantis was an island
  
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed
To the South and the North Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails.
To the east, Africa was a neighbor
    Across a short strait of sea miles.
    
      
    
      
    The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of The Atlantian culture
  
The antediluvian kings colonized the world
All the gods who play in the mythological dramas
    In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.
    
      
    
      
    Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth
  
On board were the Twelve
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist
The magician and the other so-called gods of our legends
Though gods they were
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new:
Hail Atlantis!
    
      
    Way down below the ocean
  
    Where I wanna be, she may be
    
      
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    The Ballad of a Crystal Man
  
    
      
    Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely
  
But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy
For seagull, I don't want your wings
I don't want your freedom in a lie
    
      
    Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver
  
I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words
For seagull, I don't want your wings
I don't want your freedom in a lie
    
      
    On the quilted battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin
  
The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just so to win
For seagull, I don't want your wings
I don't want your freedom in a lie
    
      
    As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered negroes
  
Thinking not of beauty that spreads like morning sun glow
Seagull, I don't want your wings
I don't want your freedom in a lie
    
      
    I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly
  
And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting
For seagull, I don't want your wings
I don't want your freedom in a lie