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#5 Just Like They Are

Brown with sun, black with earth,
mellow as a star,
lovin' things gives them worth
just like they are.

Whatcha got? What's the dream
a parachute away?
Sweet as cool orange cream
on a midsummer's day,
on a midsummer's day.

Red with pain, green with age,
warm as momma's toast.
Yellowin' like a page
in the book you love most,
in the book you love most.

She doesn't wonder why everything under
the sun and the moon is just running asunder,
'cause nothing is tortured that grows in her orchard,
a haven from hells near and far.

She can't be bothered with many things other than
what to believe in as surrogate mother.
I'm stuck in the skirmish, a whirlin' dervish,
but nothing has stumped her so far.

Pink with love, got the blues
for all humanity
purplin' like a bruise
on everyone's knee.

Brown with sun, black with earth,
mellow as a star,
lovin' things gives 'em worth
just like they are,
just like they are,
just like they are.


With thanks to Lea Smith for her unfailing support and love.
Recorded with the help of PB and Jay Records.

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