Well I came across a child of God, he was walking along the road
and I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me:
Well, I'm going down to Yasgur's farm, going to join in a rock and roll band.
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog.
And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year, yes, and maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I am but life is for learning.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are caught in the devil's bargain,
and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
-JM
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I am constantly amazed at the depth of the idea that we are stardust. When I first heard this some 40? years ago I thought it was hippie drivel, now I think of it as a holy thing. Not only are we stardust, but all the things we experience. All our love, all our faith, all the things that we interact with all day long, the food, the water, the computer I'm typing on, the internet itself. JM, what a cool hippie chick.
Wow, the internet itself. Deep, man...
Thanks for stickin' with me all this time, hombre, you may be stardust but you are golden.
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