When all the towers of asphalt and glass have crumbled to dust
& the redwoods have grown back to the sea
When the leaves of all that has fallen, has past
& the concrete has returned 2 grass
when the roads are no more
& the poles have switched places
& the mountains changed faces
when memory is gone and even ledgends have faded
then again we shall reunite
on an open beach 
with cliffs above the sea
we shall embrace eachother and make a fire
and once again we will begin, to play

our songs will rise above the cliffs
over land healed of all wounds and violence
over a world washed clean of pollution
over rivers runnunig clear to the sea
our songs shall tell the tale
of what we learned in an acient world that is now
our songs shall reveal the meaning

always love, in all ways
always with U, in all things

Scratching on the wind 



(This song is dedicated to the spirits of musical teachers that transend many liftimes,
in the future we won't need turntables or electricity - we will simply be scratching on the wind)