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Rave On John Donne/Rave On Part Two

Tonight beneath the silvery moon ...


Go out tonight once the cool of the evening has descended.

Look up into the infinite night sky.

Press play. 

You will understand the oneness.



Rave on John Donne, rave on thy holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, the atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through corridors
Rave on words on printed page
Rave on Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on fill the senses
On nature's bright green shady path
Rave on Omar Khayyam, Rave on Kahlil Gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the holy bread
Rave on, let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on Mr Yeats
Rave on down through thy Holy Rosey Cross
Rave on down through theosophy and the Golden Dawn
Rave on through the writing "A Vision"
Rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on
Rave on John Donne, rave on thy holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, the atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through corridors
Rave on words on printed page

Tonight, 'neath the silvery moon, tonight
Tonight, 'neath the silvery moon, tonight
And the leaves shaking on the trees, in the cool summer breeze
And the people passing in the street
And everybody that you meet, tonight
You will understand the oneness
Tonight you will understand the one
Tonight, 'neath the silvery moon, tonight
Tonight, let it all begin tonight
You will understand the oneness
The oneness, the oneness, the oneness, the oneness
The oneness, the oneness, the oneness, the oneness
And it's real what you sing about in your song
And it's real what you sing about in your song
And I say "Come back, baby can we talk it over?
One more time tonight."
Tonight you will understand the oneness, the oneness
Tonight, beneath the silvery moon, tonight
Tonight, let it all begin tonight
You will understand the oneness
The oneness, the oneness, the oneness inside
And the truth, what you sing in your song
Oh baby, baby, and the truth what you sing in your song
I tell it "No, no, no no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Tonight, you will understand the one, 
Oh tonight, you will under-understand the oneness
And the leaves, shaking on the trees, in the cool evening breeze
And the people passing in the street
And everybody that you meet, tonight, tonight
And your lover has gone
Tonight
Tonight


Let it all begin tonight ...

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