Lyrics:
Yoga, Omm
Bennett, Gurdjieff, Jesus
Old Testament and New
Libraries full of keys
Libraries full of keys
Where's your lock?
Socrates Pythagoras
Dance a sufi dance and fall into a trance
Like a Derwish you dance
Dance with Yezidis and lern their secret lore...
Voyage of Gurdjieff
Learn how
She pioneered the introduction of the CD.
When she was young she read the Gurdjieff books
The wisdom blew her away
She's got the money, got good looks
She pioneered the introduction of the CD.
When she was young she read the Gurdjieff books
The wisdom blew her away
She's got the money, got good looks
Incito a que los chavales lean a Gurdjieff
Más de Mobb Deep que de Mos Def
Un nómada no un refugiado Wyclef
Movies for the blind people songs for
GURDJIEFF
Trovo inutile ballare il liscio
O parafrasare le frasi di Osho
Nell'espressività kathakali striscio
Danzatori sufi e il mio io derviscio
E
the ball (rolling), rolling the ball (rolling), rolling the ball to me
They open doorways that I thought were shut for good
They read me Gurdjieff
and Moses
And the sweet Lord Jesus,
Blessed Mohammed,
Buddha, Krishna,
Gurdjieff, Ouspensky,
Socrates and Plato,
Rembrandt, Rilke,
Leonardo da Vinci,
Rumi,
Gurdjieff with that crowloy
You know me
We make that paradigm shift happen These new lands we mappin em
Them old ways we laugh at em
Them hathors I'm mackin
the mystics know
What Loatse and Gurdjieff and Rumi know
I want to see if the glove fits, show
Me, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All the things that you
about the holocaust and the apocalypse, Gibran,
Sufi books, Gurdjieff and Ouspensky, Freud and Jung and their followers,
Joyce, Woolf, Kafka, Kerouac,
Gurdjieff sitt arbeid
Så alt det maniske vrenges av har tanka I symbol
Kom å forankra mitt syndrom
Hit æ vandra og slit enda med
Cassandra sitt syndrom
Æ
of death
Gurdjieff says in one of his books
That the most important thing for anyone to realize is that you and every person you see will soon be dead
It
wanting some more
My dad used to read to me
Expose me to the scenery
Teach me bout machinery
And showed me how to be a G
Uh, That's Gurdjieff though
non morire alla Gurdjieff
Il suono ti squarcia alla kukri
Scheletri appesi alle grucce
So fin troppo poco ma quello che so è di non credere mai
A chi
Anni di gabbia pesi nelle grucce
Dentro l'iphone, una cimice
Dentro l'orecchio, una pulce, punge
Noi che parliamo di strada e di Gurdjieff
Chi è vero
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