Be A God (Jungle Boogie Suite)

Listen to Be A God by Richard Charles Stevens (Jungle Boogie Suite)

Listen to Jungle Boogie by Kool & The Gang

Be a god
Be a god
.
The lilies in our livers
Are forgiven when they grow
Their mighty intuition
Reconsidered of tempo
.
The lilies in our livers
Are forgiven when they grow
Their mighty intuition
Reconsidered of tempo
.
Sat atop our dusty shelves
We flat refuse to trust compel to thrust ourselves into excel
Unjust our swell
Of fears unfounded
Years of lustre hushed and grounded
No kiss left to tell
Crushed by selves the knell is sounded
Wishing wells shut down
Impounded
Dead cells treading eggshells
As we shed skin in our treadwells
Not a single thing is destined then to end well
.
Be a god
Be that fire ice or snow
Be almighty in delight of every starlight down below
Reignite the flame
That simmers in the rivers of your soul
Be a god
And be the giver of their flow
.
The lilies in our livers
Are forgiven when they grow
Their mighty intuition
Reconsidered of tempo
.
The lilies in our livers
Are forgiven when they grow
Their mighty intuition
Reconsidered of tempo
.
Be a god
Be that land
Be that sea
Be that air winds or trees
Be that flighted through high tide
Or underlying ocean deep
Reignite the flame
That simmers in the rivers of your soul
Be a god
And be the giver of their flow
.
Be a god
And be the giver of their flow
.
The lilies in our livers
Are forgiven when they grow
Their mighty intuition
Reconsidered of tempo
We trust our guts although they jut
Through tummies overrun with cuts
These ducts then heal when we reveal
The simplest memento spilled
.
The lilies in our livers
Are forgiven when they grow
Their mighty intuition
Reconsidered of tempo
Be a god
.
Bare souls feel
When dressed in glow
Groomed to be the best in show
Presumably the nesting holes
For heavy rumoured destined goals
Majestic oak
And heading rows of red root quenched
Then bled arose
The darling buds
Self love thereof
Encourage us
To be the gods
.
Gods
We dreamt of
Long ago
When we swelled justly
Unbeknownst
Wildflowers grow
To lead us home
When seen to reap the seeds we sow
Within our keep
There seats a throne
For our redeem alone
Esteemed are we
When weeds be overgrown
.
Be a god
.
Selves
Selves
Selves