We are the shape shifters
The Cool Believers
The indecisive aspirations
The tree bark and the dirt
And we are the Chinooks
Along with the amber sky
Beautiful Sun God
Mountainous thunderstorms
Cumulonimbus anvils
And lightning hammers
Flash flood of rains
Sparked interest in the seed of life
The frost giants of Norway
Sea serpents
A wine land tale
Down to the Wagga Wagga cyclones
I can darken my skin at will
But the brilliance of my mind will always shine white
Shine White
Shine White
Sweet aborigine take me home on your trans-terrestrial space craft
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We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
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