Poem -

Medicine Man

Channelling the 1960s

Medicine Man 

I need your drugs today 

To wake me up

To wake me up

Be ruthless

With my sins, Oh Lord

Bring me back to life 

Bring me back to life

I cannot will the dreams to end 

I cannot end this slumber

Let your dew fall on my dryness God

I need to feel your thunder 

Burn the dross that stagnates our hearts

Lighten our burdens and pick us up

Clear the way for your wind to flow

Switch the lights from red to go!

Medicine Man

We need your drugs today 

To wake us up

To wake us up

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al Bikaadi

Thanks Jim. It was a bit of a trip. Nothing illegal, just a brew of tea. Hahaha

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Jim "The Lad" ....

No worries mate! I had withdraws from caffeine drinking to much DrPepper lol! it doesn't take much to get a high from lots of things lol! There are drugs in lots of things that conspiring men try to get us addicted to! thanks for sharing! all the best! We are defiled from what comes out not from what goes in. Jim

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Greg Etsell

how do you do the spoken words
i hve been try to find out i dont 
how to do that part 

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al Bikaadi

Hi Greg,

It has to be the right type of file. I remember first time (on my old phone) the voice recorder didn't save to correct file type so I had to use a free converter online. Try that. 

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