Ngawang Drolma wrote:
Am I allowed to say that Jimmy Hendrix hurts my ears?
Dear Ngawang Drolma
I faithfully posted links for you where Jimi Hendrix would not hurt your ears. But instead, you were too busy persecuting the Eternal Spirit. The Buddha said:
98. Inspiring, indeed, is that place where Arahants dwell, be it a village, a forest, a vale, or a hill.
However, having had taken refuge with the Great Mahayana, expecting boundless Bodhisatvas, the Eternal Spirit has found intolerance & persecution, mere fundamentalist "Buddhists" weighed down with attachment, not tasting the flavour of the soup.
As such, given there is no luminous & boundless mind with Eternal Spirit, I bid you farewell and request my account be deleted.
For you, the Eternal Spirit Farewell Song
. Just a moment on the wind and another women will give birth to me.
Hurrah i awake from yesterday
Alive but the war is here to stay
So my love catherina and me
Decide to take our last walk
Through the noise to the sea
Not to die but to be re-born
Away from a life so battered and torn....
Oh say can you see its really such a mess
Every inch of earth is a fighting nest
Giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things
Continue to rain and cause screaming pain
And the arctic stains
From silver blue to bloody red
As our feet find the sand
And the sea is strait ahead..
Well its too bad
That our friends
Cant be with us today
Well thats too bad
That we built
Would never save us"
That's what they say
(That's why they aint coming with us today)
And they also said
"It's impossible for man
To live and breath underwater..
Forever" was their main complaint
And they also threw this in my face:
You know good well
It would be beyond the will of God
And the grade of the King
(Grace of the King yeah yeah)
So my darling and I
Make love in the sand
To salute the last moment
Ever on dry land
Our machine has done its work
Played its part well
Without a scratch on our bodies
And we bid it farewell
Starfish and giant foams
Greet us with a smile
Before our heads go under
We take a last look
At the killing noise
Of the out of style...
The out of style, out of style 1983... (A Merman I Should Turn To Be) LyricsRare acoustic versionRaga Krishna Version