Lyrics

She channels the stars she don?t channel the dead
She said let your spirit pour down through your head
She said let it come in way down past your birth
Way down through your feet into the earth

She said many people ignore their legs
They just walk around on spiritless pegs
She said your legs are holy, your body ain?t bad
In a way she is the best friend that I?ve had

Because I feel my Mother she tickles my feet
Even when I walk on thick concrete
No it is no fable to be loved by God
Neither it?s a fable to be loved by Sod

And so I cry,
I don?t know what to do
With my spirit pouring all the way the way through!
It doesn?t mean I?m an angel or devil or saint
It only means I am my own complaint.



Chorus:
/:/ I will be kind
I will be kind
I will be kind
To this body of mine /:/


I?m some kind of wire
I?m some kind of tower
I?m some kind of temple
I?m some kind of flower
I?m some kind of water
To some kind of wine
And so I will be kind
To this body of mine

Chorus

She?s like a satellite dish
They swim in like cosmic fish
The words flow out on her brave tongue
They teach us all to become One