I’m in you. You’re in me. We are part of a unity, Part of cosmic reality, Part of a rainbow diversity. We are part of a unity. What hurts one really hurts us all. Lose one stripe and the rainbow’s gone. Gone is the web that unites us all. We are part, we are part of a unity. We’re part of the web of life, Part of evolving consciousness. Part of a rainbow connection, Part of a cosmic web. I’m in you. You’re in me. We are part of a unity, Part of cosmic reality, Part of a rainbow diversity. We are part of something more. We are one.

If you could see the Earth from space, it would change your world view. If you could only see the world the way that aliens see you. You’d wonder why they live this way and why they hurt each other. Earth looks so confusing to another world. No, we can not settle here, but we might come back some day If the people of the Earth see the light and change their ways. When will the people of the Earth see the light? Just imagine for a moment, you’re an alien looking down And you see all those people who are outcast and put down. Now, you’d have to ask yourself, why do the humans live this way? Why do they inflict their own kind with so much pain? There’s an attitude on the Earth that the humans call prejudice. Observers from above find it hard to explain. There’s so much hatred in your world, it scares intelligent life away. Could you explain prejudice to an alien? Could you explain human hatred to an alien? You might have to explain it to an alien some day. As the humans go out in space, the aliens look back at you, And wonder why … Why do the people of the Earth live this way?

One most important part of a woman is a magic switch. It glows with dynamic energy and it’s called the clitoris. It swells when it’s stimulated. The woman feels elated. By the warmth in her smile, You can tell she’s high … on clitoral energy. The energy from the magic switch Connects a woman to a reservoir of energy That calms her nerves when she’s tense, Cheers her up when depressed. There’s nothing like a natural, clitoral high. In some societies, men fear the clitoris. Seems like they’ll do anything to keep women oppressed. They even have the gall to remove the clitoris. They tell outsiders it’s cultural. Their logic is a mess. Customs should be respected if they don’t hurt anyone. Genital mutilation is a human rights violation! The magic switch can’t be replaced. It is a woman’s key to the orgasmic plane. It’s a gift from nature. Don’t let anyone take it away.

As I travel life's endless highway, alone on a long, dark road. I wonder who I am and where I'm going. In my heart, I know there's meaning to existence and to life. There's a way to reach beyond and touch the light. Reach beyond and touch the light. Listen to those vibes inside That show our connection and help us find direction. Something inside all of us responds to vibrations and wants to live in harmony. Don't be deceived by the illusion... it's only a dog-eat-dog world. That attitude comes from a plane of lower consciousness. We're all part of a web and all connected. Reach beyond the cut-throat mode. Instead of cut-throat competition, try compassion. You'll sense the web. Reach beyond and touch the light. Listen to those vibes inside That show our connection and help us find direction. Something inside all of us responds to vibrations and wants to live in harmony. Now the tired and weary traveler still wanders on the road, and stops to ask herself what keeps her going. Once in a while, a ray of light shines on the long, dark road. That tiny glimpse of light gives her hop.

Let us welcome our new baby The way the ancients welcomed strangers. We’ll wash his feet and bring him welcome, And sing the joy of Brit Shalom. In olden days, we made a cruel cut. We will replace it with a covenant To do no harm to precious babies, And do no violence in G-d’s name. When we welcome our baby, The only tears will be of joy, not pain. Our child’s body was formed well at birth. Let’s leave all parts as the creator made. Now let us sing of new tradition. There’ll be no pain on the eighth day. Parent and child will feel a loving bond. This is the joy of Brit Shalom.

Adults think children are innocent. But you know that’s nonsense. You see the truth every time you go to school. When other children pick on you, It seems like the world’s so cruel. Those bruises and cuts will heal, But not the way the other children make you feel. But I tell you stand tall and follow your dreams. Be what you’re meant to be. Stand up for the oppressed whenever you see them. Don’t be like the kids who pick on you. They are the real fools. They laugh when another person’s on the ground. They smile when another person makes a frown. The kids say, you don’t act like a boy or a girl, You don’t belong in this world, The beating that you get is what you deserve. Those bruises hurt even more, When the adults ignore … the bigotry. They say you need to change and destroy your inner self. This whole experience is a journey through hell. But I tell you stand tall and follow your dreams. Be what you’re meant to be. Stand up for the oppressed whenever you see them. Don’t be like the kids who pick on you. They are the real fools. They laugh when another person’s on the ground. They smile when another person makes a frown. Sometimes children like you, Grow up and shake up the world. When you grow up, make sure you fight for human rights and animal rights. Instead of taking revenge, you’ll find the light.

After years of hard work and dedication, lost my job to Singapore. I was laid off and escorted to the door. The only jobs I’ve been able to find have been the temporary kind. I’ve learned the Temp Agency Blues. The Temp Agency Blues: No more job security. The Temp Agency Blues: Second class employees. I don’t know how long I’ll have a job. My benefits are lost To the profit of the agency. Bean counting employers think they save money By taking sick time and insurance from employees. They forgot about the cost of spreading germs [Achoo] when the sick folks come to work. [Achoo] Those temp agencies hurt us all! Down with temporary employment. It’s spreading like a Cancer. We must stop the monster cold in its tracks. I wish I could flush it down the toilet .... [Flush]. But it’s too big to fit in the toilet bowl. That monster is out of control! The cruelest aspect of temp agencies is easy termination of the employees. Workers don’t have to do anything wrong. People can be fired without a cause. I knew a woman who was getting hassled. She told the men to leave her alone. They called the agency and canceled her contract. That poor woman almost lost her home. But she survived. She’s a fighter. She will fight and will expose the cold, cruel world of the Temp Agency Blues. The Temp Agency Blues: Easy termination. The Temp Agency Blues: Vulnerable to Exploitation. You don’t have to do anything wrong to get fired from your job. Those temp agencies hurt us all! No one’s going to tell me that I’m doomed to be a temp because I don’t fit the corporate mold. I refuse to wear dresses or high heels, shave my legs, or act unreal. Integrity and qualifications should be the only keys to a job. Until that day, we must unite and fight for justice for all. No one should doomed to be a temp. We must stop The Temp Agency Blues: Spreading like a Cancer. The Temp Agency Blues: Creeping at your doorstep. No one is immune. You could be laid off too and sing the Temp Agency Blues. The Temp Agency Blues: Nobody’s a winner. The Temp Agency Blues: A warning to employers – If you take our job protection, you’ll lose our dedication. You’ll have high turnover and projects left undone. Soon or later, we all lose by treating others with unfair rules. Those temp agencies hurt us all! ....[Flush]

We’re different races, we join hands. The same red blood’s in our veins. Though our skins are different colors, Deep inside we’re all the same. We are one people. We all come from the same source. Let us unite as one and make the world a better place. Some of us have one Mom or Dad. Some of us have two. Love makes us a family. Ask the children for the truth. We come from many places, many faiths, many beliefs. For this world to keep on turning, we must learn to live in peace. Published by Frequency Domain Music, LLC.