Imaginary Freds: Music

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TOO MANY QUESTIONS (words and music by Jack Collins © 2005)

Caught my first glimpse in your garden
I guess maybe you were pushing 19
We dug deep into decomposition
You make it by hand, you don't use a machine
You told me things in the greenhouse

Let me see if I got this right
You always check your actions out with "the source"
And try to keep your heart filled with white light

And I said:
Where did you come from?
Who taught you this stuff?
How come you know so much?
Can you teach it to us? Can you teach it to us?

I will walk with you through the green fields
To a place at the top of the hill
Where among the rocks and the flowers
Others wait standing silent and still
Then we'll join in a circle
Raven he'll light the fire
We'll throw those little pouches into the flames
And send good wishes higher and higher

Where did you come from?
Who taught you this stuff?
How come you know so much?
Can you teach it to us? Can you teach it to us?

Whoa I fear that there needs to be changes
If we're ever to survive in this place
And I know you can see things that most folks can't see
Do you mind if I ask you to elaborate
Will we get it together?
Do you see the "Great Turning?"
Will enough of us change our ways
So this old world can keep on turning

Where did you come from?
Who taught you this stuff?
How come you know so much?
Can you teach it to us? Can you teach it to us?