I was eating a rather bland breakfast
When suddenly
I died
Moments later my spirit was wheeling from the experience
My vision blurred as the room about me spun into a crazed mix of colors
A blender full of the rich hues of every fruit
Every berry.
Soon all reality and the bowl of oatmeal below me dipped and sank into the thick syrupy afterlife
My spirit was now sticky with the great beyond-
Tastes like blueberries-
Then a darkness, more liquid than coffee, washed over me as I ascended to the light
Could this be death I wondered as I drew my hands through a stream of caffeinated Hereafter
I thought of all the orange slices, the Mandarin, Naval, and Tangerine
I recalled the Grapefruit and Melons
Those distinct memories of Kiwis, Sandpears and Mangos
All those times I had feasted
Those times when I had refused to take a single citrus section
It was there that I came to a Toast Point
I landed gracefully near a sea of tranquil raspberry jam
Along the toasted beach, the waves kicked up a froth of pancakes
People wandered in bedclothes holding hands and holding newspapers
I knew I had reached the land where breakfast never ended
And sighed deeply, turning to English muffin thoughts, and knowing that Ifd never have to go to early morning Spanish again.

Three men are seated at a table in Purgatory
They are silent
Around them are thousands of silent, caged, parrots
Just as in heaven, just as in hell

In heaven the parrots learn words and continue the conversations
When the people are silent
In hell the parrots learn words and
Interrupt whoever speaks
In Purgatory the parrots learn words,
But are always silent
The three men in Purgatory
Do not know this

Drum Roll Spoken Introduction:

"While the Ozone depletes all across the globe
Let us swear a strong oath as we don our robes.
Let us all be grateful for the lands so fair
And pour forth our efforts in a solemn prayer.h

Gods Bless America,
Both North and South,
Africa, Asia
Europe, Australia
And all that lies in between

From the mountains,
to the prairies
To the oceans,
and deep loam.

Gods Bless our Ecosphere, our tight-linked home.

[Repeat song]

Drumbeat accompanied Spoken Introduction
hWhile the Far Right gathers to push through their plans
Let us all remember the promise of this land
Let us all be grateful for private liberty
And stop official religiousity.h

God Out of Politics
The state is not your church
You may guide her,
Not override her,
Constitutional liberties!

Heed the crusades
And the abuses
And civil wars
That soon flower.

God out of politics, keep them apart.

[Repeat the song.]

[Introductory music]

(ooh) What you want
(ooh) Baby, I got
(ooh) What you need
(ooh) Don't you know I got it?
(ooh) All I'm askin'
(ooh) Is for a little reform when you live here (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you live here
(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)

I ain't gonna do you wrong if you're good
Ain't gonna do you wrong (ooh) 'cause I don't wanna (ooh)
All I'm askin' (ooh)
Is for a little respect when you live here (just a little bit)
Baby (just a little bit) when you live here (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

I'm about to share with you all my seas and lands
And all I'm askin' in return, understand,
Is to follow my tenets
When you live here (just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you live here (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

Ooo, your fortunes (ooh)
may be heaven blest (ooh)
And guess what? (ooh)
So is my harvest (ooh)

Ooo, your achievements (ooh)
They're amazing (ooh)
And guess what? (ooh)
My temperature's raising (ooh)
All I want you to do (ooh) for me
Is change your ways when you live here (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Give it to me (reform, just a little bit)
When you live here, now (just a little bit)

R-E-F-O-R-M-E-D
Change your ways to live with me
R-E-F-O-R-M-E-D
Fix'em, A.S.A.P.

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little reform (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit)
Keep on tryin' (just a little bit)
You're way overpollutin' (just a little bit)
And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit)
(re, re, re, re) 'formed
When you live here (re, re, re ,re)
Or you might wake up (reform, just a little bit)
And find out I'm mad (just a little bit)
I got to have (just a little bit)
A little reform (just a little bit)

By Tegwedd

1st Verse
I live in a Bible belt town
Here even JW's & Unis get put brutally down
I just wanna talk about Druidy stuff
Hope you guys think I'm Pagan enough

First Chorus
Oh, it's the Bible Belt blues
It's the Bible Belt blues
Makes me feel so alone,
Can't even talk Druid on the telephone

2nd Verse
Those folks just go Bible thumpin' along
If you listen you can hear their Jesus song
I just wanna hear the wind through the trees
Somebody help me, talk druidry please!

First Chorus
Oh, it's the Bible Belt blues
It's the Bible Belt blues
Makes me feel so alone,
Can't even talk Druid on the telephone

By johnness44@hotmail.com

3rd Verse
From tent meeting to watering hole
Theyfre all worried about my soul
You know it's for the best they say
Think I'll move to californ-I-A

2nd Chorus
Got the bible belt blues
Way down south
Got the bible belt blues
Been told to shut my mouth

By she_of_the_storm@yahoo.com

4th Verse
Wanted to walk me down the aisle
Wanted to show that I'm God's child
Didn't think about what's on my mind
Didn't see that I'm the Nature kind

2nd Chorus
Got the bible belt blues
Way down south
Got the bible belt blues
Been told to shut my mouth

5th Verse
I just wanna hear the wind through the trees
I just wanna feel an evening breeze
Isn't there someone who can help me out?
Any Druid stuff that we can talk about?

2nd Chorus
Got the bible belt blues
Way down south
Got the bible belt blues
Been told to shut my mouth

By Gandalf

6th Verse I was raised by Southern Baptists
They wanted me to be a preacher
I couldn't accept their faith tests
The Goddess, I had to meet her

2nd Chorus
Got the bible belt blues
Way down south
Got the bible belt blues
Been told to shut my mouth

By Tegwedd

7th Verse
Outlander remembers says I understand
I bet he had his trouble with the good ole preacher man
Preacher man says do as the Bible done told
I just want to enjoy nature as I grow old

3rd Chorus
Yeah, I'm stuck in the Bible Belt way down south
Where all the women got to shut their mouths
But on this list I got my say,
It's good to live the Druid way

8th Verse
I was raised by the Baptists
Got myself wrapped in
a born again cocoon
What the hell happened?

9th Verse
All I wanted was to
Play in the forest
Romp through the meadows
Listen to the breeze
Talkin' to the trees

3rd Chorus
Yeah, I'm stuck in the Bible Belt way down south
Where all the women got to shut their mouths
But on this list I got my say,
It's good to live the Druid way

By brightmirage ;)

10th Verse
Autumn leaves are falling down,
wondrous rustles as my feet touch the ground.
Nature kisses my very soul,
Why can't these Bible thumpers FEEL what I KNOW

3rd Chorus
Yeah, I'm stuck in the Bible Belt way down south
Where all the women got to shut their mouths
But on this list I got my say,
It's good to live the Druid way

O Radiant Queen! My Lady in blue,
Flowing white veil around your head.
What was your name? Not one person knew.
Whyfore a Moon on which you tread?

Seven stars encircling in Night Sky,
The Pentacle held within your hands.
Thoughts that often made me cry,
Of forgotten Time, and forgotten Lands.

O how I searched for you, My Queen,
I knew that I'd known you at the Start.
I knew in my Past, your sweet face Ifd seen,
I knew that I knew you, deep down in my Heart.

You have graced my life these past two years.
You knew I would find your Name.
You watched me face my deepest Fears,
And you loved me just the same.

And didst thou guide me, Beauteous One,
When Ancestral Clan I sought?
I found a cousin, I had not known,
So the Journey was not for nought!

I am content with who I am in this Life -
Descendant of Samuel 1783,
Of a Shoe Making clan of Worksop Town -
'Tis good enough for me!

But take my hand, and again let us tread,
On Lands where I have been.
Let me remember all that was said,
Arianrhod, My Heavenly Queen!

A child so fair, with palest of skin
Travails upon the Land
Child of flowing, moonlit hair,
With chalk upon her hands.

Billowing shift of pure white cloth,
Flutters in the breeze.
Her name is softly whispered
By the Spirits of the trees.

Travails the child, beside her Clan,
No wavering from the Course,
White with chalk from the Land,
She forms the Great White Horse.

Stands she now on Berkshire Downs,
Knowing that this sight,
Will please her God and Goddess,
And aid them in their flight.

[Introductory piano music]

Sister Druid, oh the time has come
And you know you're the only one to say, OK
Where you going, what you searching for?
You know those guys don't want to play by the rules.
It's true.

You're wavering
How much till you fight?
Defending all your rights,
Let's make a stand tonight.

Friend, you know you're growing up so wise
And yet we're worrying that you won't realize, your turn is here.
Sister Druid, there's such crap in life
Don't you give up on it till the strife, is through.
It's true, itfs true yeah.

You're standing firm
Now youfve seen the light
You've got goals in your sights
And planning through the night

[Refrain thrice]

Sister Druid, oh the time has come
And you know that youfre the only one to say, enough.
But you're protesting
Yeah, standing firm.

Midnight; not a sound from the forest
And the moon's lost in the clouds.
I am sitting alone.
By the campfire, the withered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind begins to moan.

Vigiling; all alone in the moonlight.
I have read of the old days,
It was more simple then.
I remember the first time I knew what Reform was.
Let those memories live again.

Every religion seems to give only dire warnings
Threats are muttered and the campfire sputters
But soon it will be morning

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise.
I must think of a new life,
And I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes, I will work for Dalon ap Landu
And a new job will begun.

Burnt out ends of smokey logs
The strange cold smell of morning.
The campfire dies, another night is over,
Another day is dawning.

Touch Her, it's so easy to ignore her.
All alone with the Earth-Mother
All my days in the sun.
If you touch Her, you'll understand what Druidism is.
Look, a new day has begun.

Mid-day, not a gust from the four winds
Has the rite lost its potency?
I try to improvise
On the altar, the scribbled pages burn in a flash,
And the winds begin to moan.

Liturgies, fixed praises in the sunlight
We can relive the old days
It was radical then
I remember the way we ran free in the woods
Let those actions live again.

Every season seems to bring clichéd repetition
Something muttered and the green leaves flutters,
And soon it is tradition.

Dogma, unexamined old beliefs
Can choke out a group's life force,
So we must't give in.
When the rite ends, this rite must be a memory too.
And a new view will begin

Burnt out thoughts and
The stale cold smell of structure
The muse's lamp dies, another creed is started

Reach out, it's so easy to mouth words,
All the priests know that this is true
During days in your grove
If you feel them, youfll understand what devotion is,
And for new days, choose new words.

This is the book that never ends
It just goes on and on my friends,
Some Druids started writing it
Not knowing what it was.
And they'll continue writing it forever just because
This is the book that never ends...

...
I have courage in my heart
yet I am lost
A bright soul, seeking chances
to open doorways towards fresh new possibilities
...
I want to cradle tiny sea turtle hatchlings
in my hands, filled with love
and watch them make a run for the ocean
...
I have so much life in me...
I want to make changes to stop
the ravagings of our human race
upon the sacred Earth and her creatures
...
I want to see the world, breathing in
the exhilirating air of adventure in Australia,
plunging into the waters of the Pacific,
swimming with wild dolphins on their own terms
...
I want to walk in a hushed, sacred forest
where my brothers, sisters, and cousins of the wild
still roam free and unhindered by Man
Where the cycle of life moves and flows perfectly
...
All I lack is the key...
The key that will open up the doorways
to these sacred, exhilirating, awe inspiring moments
...
For my sanity, for my soul, for my spirit to fly,
I must believe that someone such as I,
bursting with vitality and life
will not be denied the chance
to shine, to make a difference
for the wild ones...for myself
c

Ba-by, School's hot just like an oven,
Don't like my coven
And baby, I can't stand it much longer
Bigotry's stronger and stronger

And when I hear that preaching I want secular teaching
Secular teaching
Teach nothing divine
Just educate our minds.
Secular teaching baby, is good for me
Secular teaching is something that's good for me.

Whenever school vouchers are rising
And my public taxes' supporting religious scripts
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call my school board
Honey, you know I'll be there to support them
'Cause they have to deal with all that venom
If you don't know how to stop school preaching
I can tell you darling that itfs secular teaching

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Let's make cause today
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Don't letfem have their way ,p> Baby, I got news this morning
A sea is storming all around us.
Our wise policy's capsizing
Under a wave of proselytizing.

And when I hear that preaching
I want secular teaching
Secular teaching, is good for me
Teach nothing divine, learn that at church
Just educate our minds, and its good for us
Secular teaching baby is good for me
Secular teaching is something thatfs good for me

And it's good for me
And it's good for me.
My baby
Ohhh
c

Music prelude

If you try to worship Sunday you will get too damned depressed.
They may turn their light on one day, but for now just let them rest.
Plant a tree at nature's altar, cycle plastic, write a rhyme.
Just to stew in darkness sure would be a crime.

Others never think about her, Brigit Goldenhair. You try,
But you just can't live without her, though it's hard to say just why.
Every day you're more despondent, hope is too too hard to find.
That's when Brigit blows her flame into your mind.

When the year's in winter's middle, when the snow is in the air,
When the icicles are brittle then you know that Brigit's there.
Try to fake it, I don't mind sayin' it just won't make it.

music interlude

Others never think about her, Brigit Goldenhair. You try,
But you just can't live without her, though it's hard to say just why.
Every day you're more despondent, hope is too too hard to find.
That's when Brigit blows her flame into your mind.

When the year's in winter's middle, when the snow is in the air,
When the icicles are brittle then you know that Brigit's there.
Try to fake it, I don't mind sayin' it just won't make it.

Nobody does it simpler
Among many, you're just one way
Nobody does it with such good humor
Druids,c you're okay.
I wasn't lookin'
But somehow you found me
I tried to hide from your fire's light
But like ravens above me
The Gods who love me
Are teaching all their secrets through the night

And nobody does it simpler
Though sometimes I wish someone could
Nothing fills me quite the way you do
From my bare-feet up to my hood.
The ways that you told me
Whenever you told me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from runnin'
So just keep them comin'
How can I learn to do those things you do?

No one does it simpler
Among many, you're just one way
Nobody does it with such good humor
Druids
Druids
Dalon, you're o-kay
Druids you're o-kay
Druids you're o-kay

(music prelude)

Swaying trees as the warm wind blows
Druids watching the mixed whiskey's flow
Four directions, now linked, become one
We can see you through the smokey air
What kind of lesson will you now share?
You're so close, but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that

CHORUS:
I'm crazy for you
Teach me once, and I'll seek what's true
I never wanted any faith like this
It's all old yet new,
I'm crazy for you,
I'm crazy for you

Trying hard to direct my soul
Insight's arrival is beyond control
In the woods we meet, no words at all.
Slowly, now as I leave my youth,
Every breath, I'm deeper into truth
Soon we both are dancing free in time
If you read my mind, you'll know

CHORUS:
I'm crazy for you
Teach me once, and I'll seek what's true
I never want any faith like this
It's all old yet new,
I'm crazy for you,
I'm crazy for you

LAST PART (fade out):
It's old and yet new,
I'm crazy for you
And I must seem a foo
l I'm crazy, crazy for you

The shell hits the ground exploding with a thunderous clap.
Spraying sand and earth everywhere, it hides the gross reality
of war for only a small time. The hallowed eyes of the dead
stare unendingly at the soldiers as the march by, always staring,
never blinking. The eyes of the dead have the unique power of
stirring the soul of even the most cold hearted soldier.

The soldiers trek from one battle to another, trying not to let
their emotional and physical fatigue show through their
hardened exterior. But they cannot fight it much longer. The
constant swing of adrenaline rushes is taking its toll on them.
And they wonder how much longer until allies are enemies and
somebody dies of a avoidable mistake.

The generals keep sending them out, hoping the next battle
will bring an end to this gruesome conflict. Too many have
died in this holy war against terrorism. Grudge matches have
no place on the battlefield. And this is exactly what the Iraq
confrontation is. A grudge match to end all grudge matches.
And there are no victors in a grudge fight.

The hatred in the air is as thick as bile, and just as foul tasting.
The hatred blinds all to the reality that war makes no heroes,
no great people. It only creates loss of life, loss of hope for
peace. In the beginning and the middle of any war, there is
no hope, only despair. It hangs over all like a blanket of eternal
sadness, offering no escape.

And what of the children, the official of the war-torn country
wonder. What about the children slain in this unholy
conflagration??? What about the children who have lost their
kin to this war? Who will feed them, care for them? Who is
willing to reach out and offer hope to those without hope?
Who will answer, answer the cries of the children in the night?

What embargos and tariffs do the beaten face? Who decides
whether or not our victims deserve our help after we have
devastated their homeland? After we have nearly destroyed
all remnants of their culture? And do we idly sit by and wonder
when they will visit on us the harsh lessons we have taught them?
Or do we take action to help them?

But ponder this as you view the children dying in the streets
of their hometowns, a town they thought safe. What price are
we going to pay in the future for our actions? With each child,
we take away their future. Who are we to decide their fate? -----

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow, which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. - Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator (1821-1890)

I'm going to start a grove
Simply, because they're near me.
Funny, when Druids're near me
I'm going to start a grove.

When birds fly in the skies,
Bright as the stars we're under
Oh, is it any wonder
I'm going to start a grove?

Why stop to think of whether
This little dream might fade?
We've followed paths together
Now we are one, we're not afraid.

If there's a cloud above,
If it should rain, we'll let it.
That too's wisdom, we'll get ...
I'm going to start a grove.

(music start)

One is the loneliest deity that you'll ever have
Two [or three] can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest pantheon since the number one

(music)

"Mono" is the saddest experience, I've ever known
Uno, is the dullest experience, to play alone
'Cause one is the loneliest system that just will not grow.
When you've the loneliest deity, it won't let you go.

It's just no good anymore since They went away
Now I spend my days, just seeking ways, trying to pray
One is the loneliest deity
One is the loneliest deity
One is the loneliest deity that you'll ever know
One is the loneliest, one is the loneliest
One is the loneliest deity that you'll ever know

It's just no good anymore since They went away

Number
One is the loneliest
Number
One is the loneliest
Number
One is the loneliest deity that you'll ever know
(Repeat in various forms)

I was beat, incomplete
I then cried, I was dyed black and blue,
But I found my god
Yea, I found my god
Dalan ap Landu

Like a young god (Hey!)
Invoked for the very first time
Like a young god.
When your winds talk
Back to me

Gonna give you all my prayers, Dal
My fears are fading fast
Been saving them all for you
'Cause only truth can last

You're so fine and you're mine
I'll grow strong, yeah, I'll be divine
Oh your way unleashed
Yea, your ways unleashed
Me from fears and lies.

Like a young god (hey!)
Invoked for the very first time
Like a young god.
When your winds talk
Back to me

Oooh, oooh, ooohh

As a sign, I'll build a shrine
I love your whiskey, (and not his wine.)
'Cause it makes me feel
Yeah, it makes me feel
Like a fire that shines.

Like a young god
Invoked for the very first time
Like a young god.
When your winds talk
Back to me

Like a young god, ooh, ooh
Like a vigiler
So much truth inside
When I hear you, and you wind blows, and you join me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, Dalon

Can't you please join with me In the dance of time?

INTRO:
Earth Goddess, Earth Goddess, Earth Goddess, oooooohc.

That Samhain night, the door was closed
The hand reached from the crack
We rushed to you, but we were late,
Carried away, but looking back

CHORUS:
Earth Goddess, can you hear me?
Earth Goddess, are you near me?
Are you somewhere down below
In Spring, will you let the new plants grow?

What was it you were looking for,
When he took you that night?
They say they found a pomegranate
Clutched in your fingers tight.

Earth Goddess, can you hear me?
Earth Goddess, are you near me?
Are you somewhere down below
In Spring, will you let the new plants grow?

Just six long months that you'll be gone
They'd taken you away.
I hope to drink your waters again
On that joyous warm May Day.

Earth Goddess, can you hear me?
Earth Goddess, are you near me?
Are you somewhere down below
In Spring, will you let the new plants grow?

Earth Goddess, Earth Goddess
Answer me, please...

[Sidhe is pronounced "Shee"]

Oh when the sun beats down and burn the flowers on the heath
And your head get so hot you wish you were ten feet beneath
Under the dolmen, down with the Sidhe, yeah.
On a tartan with my lassie is where I'd be.

From the road you hear the haunting sound of wee bag pipe
Mm-mmm, you can taste the apples which are always ripe
Under the dolmen, down with the Sidhe
On a tartan with my lassie is where I'd be.

(Under the dolmen) out of the sun
(Under the dolmen) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the dolmen) people working above
(Under the dolmen) we'll be making love
Under the dolmen (dolmen!)

[break]
ooooh, under the dolmen, down with the Sidhe, yeah
On a tartan with my lassie is where I'd be.

(Under the dolmen) out of the sun
(Under the dolmen) we'll be havin' some fun
(Under the dolmen) people working above
(Under the dolmen) we'll be making love
Under the dolmen (dolmen!)

Shine, Be'al, shine,
Fill this land with your Solstice blessings
Blaze, balefire, blaze,
Purify us tonight
Flow, chalice, flow
Let the Waters-of-Life be blessed
Send forth the Sun, Bel
And celebrate the light!

[Short intro music]

I upset those elites
I showed up in sheets
And ruined their interfaith prayer
The rest had one god
I looked like a clod
I was barefoot with flowers in my hair
I saw the surprise
And concern in their eyes
When I did a wild ritual dance
They might not call
Me to their winter ball
But I don't mind if there's no chance.

'Cause I've got friends in stone circles
Where the whiskey flows, and the sickles
cut my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on dogma's shackles
Think I'll stick close to those natural cycles
Oh, I've got friends in stone circles

Well, I guess I did wrong
I just don't belong
Perhaps, it was my sacrifice?
I guess its no good
I should stay in the woods
And just three escorts should suffice (oof!)
Hey I didn't mean
To cause a big scene
Just gimme an hour out there and then
Well, I'll be as high
As that place in the sky
That you're so desperate to go in

'Cause I've got friends in stone circles
Where the whiskey flows and the sickles
Cut my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on dogma's shackles
Think I'll stick close to those natural cycles
Oh, I've got friends in stone circles

[Repeat chorus twice or until the end]

Optional 2nd Verse:

Well, I guess I did wrong I just don't belong
Perhaps, it was my sacrifice?
I guess its no good
I should stay in the woods
And just three escorts should suffice (oof!)
Hey I didn't mean
To cause a big scene
I thought you'd like diversity
Be dull, if you please
I'll head back to the trees
And resume my own ministry

gFriends in Stone Circlesh LINE DANCE
CHOREOGRAPHER: Unknown
DESCRIPTION: 4 Wall Line Dance
LEVEL: Beginner
COUNTS: 24

By the way, CCW="Counter Clock wise"

COUNTS / STEP DESCRIPTIONS

ROCK STEPS:
1-4 Weight on left foot, begin with right foot rock forward then return weight to left foot.
Step right foot back to rock backward, then return weight to left foot.
1-1/4 PIVOT TURNS - 3 LEFT PIVOT TURNS AND STOMP/CLAP:
5-12 Step forward on right foot then change weight to left foot and make a 1/2 turn CCW.
Step forward on right foot then change weight to left foot and make a 1/2 turn CCW.
Step forward on right foot then change weight to left foot and make a 1/4 turn CCW.
Stomp with Right Foot, then clap and hold for last count while shift weight to left to get ready for the Raggae steps.

RAGGAE RIGHT - STEP RIGHT, WIGGLE, BRING LEFT NEXT TO RIGHT:
13-16 Step Right Foot to side for two beats, wiggle,
Bring Left Foot beside right on third beat, wiggle/hold on 4.

RAGGAE LEFT TWICE - STEP LEFT, WIGGLE, BRING RIGHT NEXT TO LEFT:
17-20 Step Left Foot to side for two beats, wiggle.
Bring Right Foot beside Left, wiggle/hold on 4.
21-24 Step Left Foot to side for two beats, wiggle.
Bring Right Foot beside Left, wiggle/hold on 4.

BEGIN AGAIN!

Sittin' on my front porch, playing with my Quija board,
trying to find somone to make sense of it all.
I called up Gerald Gardner to be my magickal partner.
He just said, "Hey, woman, leave me alone!"

Wasting away again in the Netherworld.
Searchin' for my lost Tarot cards.
Some people claim that there's a Christian to blame,
but I know it's nobody's fault.

Tried to read Crowley, but he's kind of scary.
That damned LaVey gave me the wrong kind of advice.
But, Laurie tried to helped me, and Scott never left me,
but what they said, I don't understand at all.

Wasting away again in the Netherworld.
Searchin' for my lost Tarot cards.
Some people say that there's a Jew to blame,
but I know, hell, it could be my fault.

Don't know the reason I stay here all season.
I have nothing to show but this magickal name.
But it's kinda pretty, and a wee bit silly.
What It means I haven't a clue.

Wasting away again in the Netherworld.
Searchin' for my lost Tarot Cards.
Some people claim that there's a Hindu to blame,
but I know it's my own damn fault.

All is good here
the snow is deep,
lots of warm beer
Earth is asleep.

Oh Minnesota, I long to see you.
Way hey, you fields & forest
Minnesota, I long to see you.
Away, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Potomac [or any large river or mountain range]

O Minnesota, I love your autumn
Way hey, you fields & forest
Your falling leaves, say snow will soon come
Away, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Potomac

O Minnesota has frightening winters
Way hey, you fields & forest
Her fierce cold wind, make snowmen shiver
Away, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Potomac

Seven Years, I went to Carleton
Way hey, you fields & forest
Seven more, a lonely quest
Away, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Potomac

Oh Minnesota, I must now depart
Way hey, you fields & forest
But you remain in mind & heart
Away, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Potomac

Oh Minnesota, now over mountains
Way hey, you fields & forest
Minnesota, you're wisdom's fountain
Away, we're bound away, 'cross the wide Potomac

It's not unusual to worship a jealous desert god
It's not unusual to have theology that is too hard
But when I see you worshiping nature like some clod
It's not unusual to hear me cry, "Oh I hope you fry!"

It's not unusual to deny all the gods, but one,
So, I hate to see you dance and prance praising the sun
If your god fails, she's fake, but with mine, it's a mystery
It's not unusual it'll happen soon some day, no matter what you say.

So, We pull it off nearly all the time
Folk just never do what I want them to
Why can't this crazy crowd be mine?

It's not unusual to undercut other faiths
It's not unusual to say that they're unsafe
But if I ever find that you've weakened at anytime
It's not unusual to find I'm trying to convert you.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

You can say our group is just eclectic soup
That we have no plan for when life ends.
You can say our church will leave us in a lurch
And we won't go to heaven with your friends.

Yes, we love our trees, so don't cut them down please
They clean your air and shade your city streets
You can keep your high walls, we'll answer nature's call
And yes our fashion's just two tied bedsheets.

But don't dis my faith,
My wishy-washy faith,
I know you think we're just some fools;
And if you dis my faith,
My wishy-washy faith,
You might hear yours judged by our own rules.

You can say you're pure, boast dogma's fine allure
And morals chiseled in ancient days,
We have our own codes, that we've picked up on the road
We all can disagree and that's okay.

You can stay that stones, plants, animals alone
Will never fill our soul's deepest needs
But we can think ourself, or read books from the shelf
We have a garden where you see only weeds.

But don't dis my faith,
My wishy-washy faith,
I know you think we're just some fools;
And if you dis my faith,
My wishy-washy faith,
You might hear yours judged by our own rules.

[Repeat final chorus 6 or so times]

CHOREOGRAPHER: Irene Groundwater
COUNT: 32 TYPE: 4 Wall Line Dance LEVEL: Beginner
MUSIC: Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus

GRAPEVINE TO THE RIGHT WITH A TOUCH
1-2 Right foot steps Right, Left crosses behind Right
3-4 Right foot steps Right, Left touches beside Right

LEFT FORWARD, RIGHT SLIDES TO LEFT, REPEAT 3 TIMES 5-6 Left foot forward, Right slides to Left foot changing weight onto Right
7-8 Left foot forward, Right slides to Left foot changing weight onto Right
9-10 Left foot forward, Right slides to Left foot changing weight onto Right
11-12 Left foot forward, Right slides to Left foot changing weight onto Right

GRAPEVINE TO THE LEFT WITH A TOUCH
13-14 Left foot steps left, Right crosses behind Left
15-16 Left foot steps left, Right touches beside Left

3 STEPS BACK WITH A TOUCH
17-18 Right steps back, Left steps back
19-20 Right steps back, Left touches beside Right

LEFT FORWARD, RIGHT SLIDES TO LEFT, LEFT FORWARD, TOUCH RIGHT BESIDE LEFT
21-22 Left steps forward, Right slides to left foot changing weight onto Right
23-24 Left steps forward, Right touches beside Left

(1/4 TURN RIGHT) RIGHT FOOT FORWARD TO RIGHT, TOUCH LEFT TO RIGHT
25-26 Right foot faces to the right (1/4 turn right), Left touches beside Right

(1/2 TURN LEFT) LEFT FOOT FORWARD TO LEFT, TOUCH RIGHT TO LEFT
27-28 Left foot faces to the left (1/2 turn left), Right touches beside Left

GRAPEVINE TO THE RIGHT, FINISH WITH WEIGHT ON LEFT FOOT
29-30 Right foot steps Right, Left crosses behind Right
31-32 Right foot steps Right, Left closes to Right

REPEAT DANCE PATTERN AGAIN AND ENJOY

*Choreographed for South Granville Seniors Center Line Dance Class for "Galaxy of Stars" Event
Note: This step description may be freely copied and distributed, but may not be altered or re-written without the express permission of the choreographer. All rights reserved.
From: aiground@attcanada.ca (Irene Groundwater)

{Refrain}
They call me fluid druid
(Quite rightly)
They call me fluid druid
(Quite rightly)
They call me fluid druid

I'm just mad about triples,
Wales, Gaul, Ireland
I'm just mad about sickles
World in a grain of sand

{Refrain}

Past ideas behind follow
Forward new unknown road
Heard ways broad and narrow
Tending seeds that I sowed

{Refrain}

(So fluid, he's so druid)

Eclectical religion
Is gonna show us some new ways
Eclectical religion
Is bound to be growing these days.

{Refrain}

Rock rings, yeah,.. ..
Green trees give me a thrill
I think deep on most things
Sip long nights on a hill

{Refrain}

(Oh so fluid, oh so druid)

{2nd verse, Refrain, 3rd Verse. Refrain, 4th Verse, Refrain, etc. to fade}

[Short musical prelude]

Winds blowing off leaves, I'm seeking a new way
I want to be a part of those Reformed Druids
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the many mysteries, Reformed Druids

I want to grow out in a new faith, that doesn't cringe
And find I'm not that bad off - here on the fringe.

Those little mind blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - with the Druids
If I can find truth there, I'll find it everywhere
I'll walk with you - Reformed Druids.

(Musical interlude)

Re---formed Dru---ids
I want to grow out in a new faith, that doesn't cringe
To find one way, yea, one way among many
Jump through the fires and with hardly a singe

Those little mind blues, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - with the Druids
If I can find truth there, I'll find it everywhere
I'll walk with you - Reformed Druids.

heart of darkest midnight
arms reaching out for comfort
...
grey mist swirls upwards
cloaking, concealing,
comforting
...
hide me away in your heart
Mother Gaia
let me rest awhile
from the weary world
...
free me of the pain that
throbs thru my mind and being
...
bless me with
the joy that resides in the spring
the freedom of the eagle in the air
the patience of the tiger on the prowl
the playfulness of newborn cubs
the wisdom of the owl
the delight of the dolphins riding the waves
...
nourish me and care for me
in my time of weakness and pain
...
heal me with
the gentle murmur of the breeze
the renewal of the rain
the everlasting power of the waves
the silent power of the rocks
the freshness of growing things
the gentle warmth of the sun
the cool caress of the moon

Server, take these ribbons from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting too dark to see
Feel I'm knocking on Samhain's door

Chorus:
Knock, knock, knockin' on Samhain's door (x4)

Server, put the whiskey away.
We won't use them anymore
Winter's here with sober days
I feel I'm knockin' on Samhain's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on Samhain's door (x4)
[Repeat as needed.]

The warrior poet arose before the dawn of time,
Ascending against evil within the soul of man,
Searching for balance and steadfast truth,
Love and memories from the heart,
Struggling to overcome the self,
That greed that destroys all,
The diverse existence,
Lamenting despair,
Always hoping,
Until,
All has perished,
Dreams of evermore,
All has faded to extinction,
When not even the fittest survive,
There can be no survival of the fittest,
The desire of the few consuming all there is,
All that will ever be, wasted, fading, falling, marching
Over the earth’s trampled tears and poet’s broken heart,
Into the endless void of ebb and flow, the deep sleep of time

SENIOR DRUID
We are the very model of the ADF syndicate
Completed all the paperwork in 501-c triplicate
My documents have stated that I really can go hug a tree
As long as all the hugging will reflect the proper P-I-E

Although the Druids didn't live in parts of southern Pakistan
The ADF has told me go ahead and be one if I can
If Dumezil has said its so then ADF law it shall be
Who cares if it is Celtic because memberships are all we need

ALL
Who cares if it is Celtic because memberships are all we need
Who cares if it is Celtic because memberships are all we need
Who cares if it is Celtic because memberships are all we really really need

SENIOR DRUID
We are a church because the state says so categorical
With a dozen staff involved in matters financ-i-al
Our seminary program was first and really quite radical
Even though the grading staff has gone on a sabbatical

ALL Our seminary program was first and really quite radical
Even though the grading staff has gone on a sabbatical

SENIOR DRUID
I know our mythic history from Celtic to Indo-Iranian
I can cite the gods from Nordic lands to Peloponesian
I spend my nights in libraries with ancient texts thick in dust
I have not time for trees since for Druids study is a must

We're the fastest growing religion with lots of new improvements
Unfortunately our numbers are dropping due to poor recruitment
We've given up that Wiccan bunk and moved up since R.D.N.A.
We've dropped such colorful excesses and instead chose a dismal grey

ALL
They've stopped such colorful excesses and instead chose a dismal grey
They've stopped such colorful excesses and instead chose a dismal grey
They've stopped such colorful excesses and instead chose a dismal grey

SENIOR DRUID
Then I can write a washing bill in old Irish on birch ogham sticks
And tell you how a high culture was preserved by some illiterate hicks
When we say "Why not excellence?," our ego, please do not suspect
For to play along with the Big Boys you must first earn their respect.

ALL
When we say "Why not excellence?," our ego, please do not suspect
For to play along with the Big Boys you must first earn their respect.

SENIOR DRUID
In fact, when I know what is meant by "Robbie Burns" and "La Tene urns'
When I can tell at sight a Valkirie from the thunder god Perkon.
Producing such accomplished priests is our proud speciality
Why, in fact, in twenty years we’ve produced about two or three.

When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern theology
When I know more of dogma than a novice in organic chemisty
In short, when I've finally mastered the world's longest liturgy
You'll say a better modern Druid priest has never touched a tree.

ALL
You'll say a better modern Druid priest has never touched a tree.
You'll say a better modern Druid priest has never touched a tree.
You'll say a better modern Druid priest has never touched a tree.

SENIOR DRUID
For our religious knowledge, though we're pluck and adventury,
Tries to merge modern life with one back Thirty century
No four quarters, our's is divided into the earth, sky and fluids
We are the very model of the modern A.D.F. Druids

ALL
No four quarters, our's is divided into the earth, sky and fluids
We are the very model of the modern A.D.F. Druids

...
hope beyond hope
can there be some
miracle
to beat the odds
a million to one...
heavy words
...
what about the one?
whispery-winged hope
fluttering beyond the
bondage of probability
and sour reality
...
fly free
come to me tonight
give me hope that
it is possible to
scorn the gray
bleakness of the world
and soar in the
azure and brilliant silver
sky
...
i want to fly above
the grey rain clouds
dance above the mundane...
exist in a world of
emotion passion soul and spirit
free and unchained

Camaxtli, Canzotz, Tlaloc, Tlazolteol,
Hunapu, Itzamna, Xochipilli

At first I was afraid I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I could never live
Without your God by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Thinkin' how YOU did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learnt how to get along
I know your belief system is corrupt
I just walked in to find you here
With that flock of sheep to back you up
I should have made you read other books
I should have made you love diversity
If I'd've known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me.

Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
('cause) you're not in charge anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to
hurt me with the "good" book
Did I crumble
Did you think I'd kneel down and cry?

Oh no, not I. I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to think
I know I'll stay alive;
I've gone and joined a Druid group
To my sick soul they're chicken soup, and
I'll survive,
I will survive. Hey hey.

[Interlude]

It took all the strength I had not to scratch n' chafe
Kept trying hard to mend the pieces
Of my broken faith
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
But now I hold my head up high
And you see me with new gods
I'm not that chained up little person
Like all you silly clods
And so you feel like droppin' in
And just expect me to recant,
Now I’m savin' all my prayin'
For some gods who aren't tyrants.

Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
('cause) you're not in charge anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to
hurt me with the "good" book
Did I crumble
Did you think I'd kneel down and cry?

Oh no, not I. I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to think
I know I'll stay alive;
I've gone and joined a Druid group
To my sick soul they're chicken soup, and
I'll survive,
I will survive. Hey hey.

[Repeat various verses and choruses and fade away....]

A dog, a deer, a bird were half the reasons
for sun and seasons, balancing their light,
sent raving roving fools beatific visions
of trees blown half ablaze from crown to root.

The light and shadow thrashing in the leaves,
the pruning knife that splits and joins the wood,
the corn and hazelnuts affirm "My love's
a raven in the snow, three drops of blood."

Eagle and owl, unlucky love-birds! Black-
in-white-in-black or white-in-black-in-white
of bird-in-eye-in-bird, this deadly pact
is scribbled in a folded beam of light.

A sooty hen among her milky barley
reverts to woman's shape to give it birth.
Where midnight sea waves rock the bardic boy
her moon's egg hatches out a universe.

...
i am the wild one
she of the midnight black hair
streaked with shimmering gold,
flowing in the breeze
...
the one with the wild glance
untamed, feral
whose silver laughter
glistens in the
morning mist and evening fog
...
the night breeze whips around my face
invigorating, tantilizing, enticing.
wings of phantom fire
spread as i take flight
...
a spring into the air, and i am
in my element
soaring above the grey,
silent, bleak world
...
light as Hawk's feather
strong as Spider's silken strand,
i take this time to nourish my Soul
...
the Earth below me
Rain clouds above
Fiery wings upon my back
Air upholding me
...
True freedom is found,
Peace comes in a fleeting moment
to rest in my Soul

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