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Ain't no change around Have we made the pilgrimage and found The burning, stretching man of inches His fingers making good sound again And he can still pick rings around you, Saturn Where I fly tangled through A lodge, oh, with buried branches And topical winds past the ranches Routinely this stuttering violence Violates the silence of a common wish For equal treatment and good fight Hands all around the pioneers of light The fiery ones, reality is hushed When I discover the people, they are crushed In secrets covered under whatever your business So go now and find them high above In hotels, highways, circulating love And rising this crown of all creation With long hairs in, light up And drunk as lords, they go to work and never play Turn to stone and walk away