mystic pilgrim Milkweed illusion Casts its dye And the Horse that Dances Starts to fly The target tommorow Is one step beyond For Lillies of mercy trapped on the pond They call out for Freedom to the lighthouse above They are Angels of Victory Peace and of Love Visions of Odin Dark and oblique Mind over matter Which all men seek A vague understanding With no recourse And a fond rememberance Of Crazy Horse (taken from: the ballad of crazy horse by: J. D. Blackfoot ) 010222 ... spoons mystel 020414 what's it to you? who go blather from