From the recording The Crone
Music and lyrics by W. A. King
Lyrics
The quiet One hears what the blind one sees in your ears and your circuitries standing near deeply grounded trees amperes electricity conduit open be awoken in samadhi being lightning in a body Beautiful Painted Arrow and the people in your Pueblo gather round the ancient blue stone everything from wherein is known conduit open be awoken in samadhi being lightning in a body