The Bigger They Are - GANGgajang

As I walk upon this green land, This land that love, I see figures of chalk, Carved into the hillsides above. Cerne Abbas a man so proud, And the Long Man opens wide the gates of his world, And invites you to step inside. And the hills they are hollow and home to the Fey, Who dance on Midsummer's Eve, Some people don't understand when I say, These are the things I believe. These are the tings I believe. There is an old circle of stones, That stands on the moor, Every moss-covered face, Tells the secrets of ancient lore. The Tors stand as guardians, Witnesses to the Rites of Nature's Gods, Of Darkness and of Light. Let's sing of the mystery, Of Sacred Land, See the shapes in the corn, Made by invisible hands, Secrets of the Pagan Ways, Lie all around, Written upon the Earth, In rock and Sacred Mound!

Come gather around people, wherever you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone For the times, they are a-changin' Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that it's namin' For the loser now will be later to win For the times, they are a-changin' Come senators, congressmen, please, heed the call Don't stand in the doorways, don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt will be he that has stalled The battle outside ragin' Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times, they are a-changin' Come mothers and fathers all over the land And don't criticize what you can't understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly aging Please, get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand For the times, they are a-changin' The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast The slow one now will later be fast And the present now will later be past The order is rapidly fading The first one now will later be last For the times, they are a-changin' For the times, they are a-changin'

Where do you walk on sunny times When the rivers gleam and the buildings shine How do you feel goin' up hallowed halls And the summer clothes brighten gloomy halls And they're all in love And they're all in love Where do you fit in zzzzip magazine Where the past is the hero and the present a queen Just tell me right now where do you fit in With mud in your eye and a passion for gin And they're all in love And they're all in love Hey, goodbye all you punks; stay young and stay high Hand me my checkbook and I'll crawl out to die But like a woman in childbirth grown ugly in a flash I'm seen magic and fame now I'm recycling trash And they're all in love And they're all in love And they're all in love And they're all in love