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EXTRATERRESTRIAL INTERFERENCE

 

 

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=Xnsbgv91r3s (check out this  link, it’s called damru)

it is but ignorance that leads the  path,

follow time and you will start…

later in the day, the crow seek the  gray,

it is but a bird that tells the  difference

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A note on KURU

2012-04-12 23.44.000  

Sacred slides and college boats,

Winters chalice holds our home,

Song from midnights rest,

On sodden earth and bare chest.   On sacred dreams,

pointed ears Wizard on three-legged dust,

On hat and shoe,

Come home to honey dew.

Crocodile: I rest till I wake, get up to dream again

Hunter: song or seed?

Crocodile: knee high

Bird: a cuckoo seed

Crocodile: Nestle ice tea

Chipmunk: a song in a church?

Bird: Mary’s verse (Drums are heard in the background)

Bird: does fire speak to ice?

Hunter: I suppose you should eat some rice

Pigeon: a dance of love

Bird: an egg-horn shell

Pigeon: a spell, a spell

Hunter:

A needle in a pie

Pigeon: name your sky

Bird: sky leaf

Crocodile: a sky is a falling earth

Hunter: a philosopher

Bird: a venn diagram

Pigeon: a when was a diagram

Crocodile: a diagram that tells you when

Crow: what’s a diagram?

Bird: one gram for when you die

Crow: so when you die I get a gram?

Bird: he really shows you the art of being stupid

Crow: Stupid

Pigeon: what’s with the pid in the stew

Bird: it’s for the little boy who lives down the lane (Drums heard In the background)

Hunter: I once knew a man named pk

Bird: I didn’t know pee kay

Crow: only if there was dog who lived by the lane

Pigeon: but there was a boy who lived down the lane

Crocodile: whose the lane?

Hunter: the king of the jungle

Crocodile: is a lane?

Hunter: is a plane

Pigeon: you better be sorry for what you said A needle in the sky

Bird: Perfume

Crow: fume arihant

Crocodile: what’s that!

A bird?

Hunter: a bird that hunts?

Bird: It’s a ghost-line

Pigeon: For trains?

Bird: for birds

Pigeon: whose bird?

Hunter: the queen

Bird: a country

Crocodile: is land that belongs to the queen…

Pigeon: so?

Bird: what a parody

Crocodile: A tale of words

Crow: Eleven lines to draw a verse Hark! A tree

Tree: A bee

Bird: God’s glee He’s lazy

Tree: Hell bent on me

Crow: up for tea?

Pigeon: does he question me?

Tree: science is a verse

Crocodile: Hark a tree

Bird: Medical science

Crow: I’d like some tea

Pigeon: pot tea

Bird: divine glee

Crow: who speaks? Huh, sound

Bird: who sound?

Pigeon: a tale

Crow: biscuit

Bird: limp biscuit

Sound: a crow

Crow: she sells, sea shells

Bird: (before the crow can speak) on the sea shore

Crow: see-saw

Crocodile: shyam Whats a biscuit ?

Hunter: a tale

Crocodile: you mean a fairy one?

Hunter: a berry one

Crocodile: berry one

Bird: celestial mechanics

Pigeon: macintosh

Crow: un-garson Is a butterfly

Bird: I thought you meant garrison

Pigeon: what’s garrison?

Bird: a tongue twister

Crow: how many times do I twist my tongue?

Bird: twist your garrison

Pigeon: dumb twister

Bird: kiss me if I’m dumb

Crow: ill kiss you if you’re dumb

Pigeon: he’s really a comic relief

Crow: kiss me to tea

Bird: ruffel’s lays

Crocodile: I heard birds

Hunter: a crow

Chipmunk: (throws apple from tree)

Crocodile: black peas

Bird: I heard the Godavari          

  She spoke in a dream         

   Silent as the wind chime           

I heard her and cried  

Crow: thus she spake

Pigeon: pictures of me (& Flew to another tree)  

Crow: a river of dreams, is it?

Bird: a castle it be

Crow: the wind does hear you scream

Bird: a river castle it be,            

In the wind of dreams,            

Glowing like the ever-winding trees,          

  To greet thee…  

Crow: how far till I see?

Bird: chirping in the forest of dreams is a law

Crow: cacophony Bird: a dance through the rivers of time

Crow: an auburn ashtray

Bird: the sound of music

Crow: like water falling from the sky          

   How many times do I have to lie?           

  In through the skies of time             

A winter bird flies …

Bird: the timeless night grows ever so strong

Crow: a mare it be that made us wrong

Bird: the son shone bright, but the sky is dark

Crow: should I cry, should I cry?

Bird: let the wind sing its song, through ever-winding thought, through levels of sand, through the trees that sang, into the flowers of midnight the bloom without light

Crow: Happenstance

Bird: ice tea

Crow: soup (Owl’s hoot in the background)

Narrator: night dawns as day rises, the morning sky clears as an array of birds fly into the sky. The hunter in deep sleep arises to the sound of the cuckoo bird, a sight before him sends him into trance,

(Music begins to play, as the act commences)

tadonce (click to play song)