Mis Pensamientos c.1999 words & music George McClure "Si quieres la verdad he amado muchas mujeres, pero solo tu, solo tu permanece en mis pensamientos Quando los cielos, se vuelven frio y gris y las palomas esconden sus cabezas y las noches son largas y frias y la lluvisna goteya, de los arboles Springtime, Sonora, in Old Mexico lemon yellow is the color of the sunlight and sunlight is gold the creosote bush growin, the cactus is swollen with the bountiful rains and the snow from the mountains above I ride out far, in the desert we go climbing the trails through the brush and the arroyos steadily higher, but soon we grow tired I turn my eyes o'er the valleys and vista below [Interlude] Le amo carinosamente prometio de encontrarme en la vereda de San Jacinto en las montanas Tucsones de la sur de Arizona Fourty and sixty and... eighty and more miles I see deep in the Territory of Old Mexico the buzzard is glidin, and I see beside him the canyons and washes, los arroyos, las lomas of home Le amo carinosamente prometio de encontrarme en la vereda de San Jacinto en las montanas Tucsones de la sur de Arizona Le amo carinosamente prometio de encontrarme en la vereda de San Jacinto "Mucho carino, mi corazon" Si quieres, la verdad he amado muchas mujeres pero solo tu, solo tu permanece en mis pensamientos." [c.1999 George McClure] [The multiple-intelligenced McClure is borderlands writer, showman, and spiritualist. He's the writer of "The Ballad of O.J. Simpson" and "Alien Love (I Made Love To An Alien Last Night)". He started his music career after graduating University of Arizona, playing professionally for five years, then spent eight years in math/CS, culminating in a stint at NASA Houston as AI research scientist. August of 1991 he returned to writing and music fulltime in Nashville TN. He toured throughout the 90's, playing 185 to 220 shows per year with his group "McClure's America". Since 00, George spends his time writing, performing, and working in spiritual matters. He called the Magic Deer in his early teens, spoke with it and stroked its coarse fur. Slept with Coyotl, and breathed the winds of time. Charmed the wild grouse and felt its wildy beating heart, in a pact with the Great Spirit to not harm the denizens, his woodland brothers and sisters. Goyathlay revealed his spirit pony to him in Medicine Park where a little later twenty-four eagles circled above in layers. Sees your soul and knows your heart on sight. Hopi elder http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7cylfQtkDg&feature=player_embedded George McClure Visions - Goyathlay's Spirit Pony http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogHFl0k4N1A Visions - Spirit Deer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhxAbOP23cc George McClure live http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Er5onplu7U George McClure music video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmHH3q5GDgU] |
 All Nations, All Faiths, One Prayer It Is Time george mcclure, 28 jun 2010 http://trowbridgeplanetearth.com It is time for humanity to stop playing games. Games of war, games of lies, games of deceit, games of theft, games of killing. Games of power, games of greed, and games of control. It's time for humanity to grow up. It's time for humanity to embrace the immense personal power we humans have, it's time for humanity to understand we are part of the Galactic Universe and its infinite diversity. It's time for humanity to finally be adults. As for BP and the Horizon event, we're going to arrest the single top owners, put them on forum trial, and when found guilty of crimes against nature and humanity, remove them. They have forfeited their imperative to operate on this planet. Individuals have also lost their imperative to participate on this planet. Rockefeller Jacob Rothschild queen England queen Netherlands "black" nobility Hayward Paulson Bush Sr Bush Jr Pelosi Kissinger Brzezinski Rumsfeld and so many more... I want you to understand this. They have lost their imperative to participate in this world, our Earth. - george mcclure, 28 jun 2010 http://trowbridgeplanetearth.com George McClure "Playboy Swing 2" album, JIP-8007, 2008 and life's half blink dawn bursting diamonds in the sky, the raindrops are Heaven's tears dripping over us all like a warm blanket for the soul washing us clean from every Sin. 
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