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Music Heals Songs Touch You and the Strains Envelop

Your life like a Wave

It has got to be a Wave

For We spent

Who Spent

Well

Some of Us

On the Beach


The Beach Boys



But this is Desert



What are you Talking

Writing

Blogging if you May

Oh! Lived Two and a Half Lives

Never Realised



The half Life lived with

Fisherfolk

Out on the Sea



Was a Sequel


To the Hospitable



Desert Culture



A Prelude


A Precursor

Oh! There we were

Playing Music

For the Sheer Fun


Excited Lads every thing

Except Love and Longing

We had no time for it

For Two of Us

The Others were

Dilly Dallying and



We said Be Constant

And they had to Make It


And want them



Could not be Possible

Where are they

Where is the Proof


Some one said


Nineteen Sixty Six to Nineteen Seventy

Where is the Music


It is in in Eight Track Pools



With Babji


The Music

Ah! Yes Music


Did we Say



It was

MusicianaRama Scope

We had Xylaphone and the Twenty Thousand Watts

To Give and Surround You



With Strains and Sounds



Music was our Cigarette

Our Drink

Our Friend



Not too Eager

To Show Off


Our Kind

What we did

We did with Elan



That is it

Oh! Must Say

One of Us is Now

In the

Marine Engineering Corps

We Hear