gather round all your tribes,the festival of lifes arrived.Phycotropic music beats from deep within,wakens dreams lay buried neath the origonal sin.The sexual expression of this generation X,fullfills without exeption the next generations quest.The cracks upon the ozone for which knowone wants to know,can be ignored no longer cause everythings on show.The polar caps r melting reduced to miles an miles of melting snow.The solar winds we must embrace,its natural rays of power encase,it leaves no elemental trace of the awsome power it generates.So gather round all your tribes,the festival of lifes arrived.Stand be counted make them hear the future for we really fear,mother nature fast retreats as the fuel that once was vast abates.With our world we must make peace,the other option,life will simply cease.REPRISE:I write these lines and surely hope,our planet changes learns to cope,because the govenment confusion,over nuclei fusion,creates a dangerous illusion of safe controlable pollution.The toxic air pollutants from burning mother natures fossilised ablutions.There may be a solution to heal her damaged constitution,harness the wind the waves the solar rays and pray we're not too late to save. marx