[00:01.780]Tapestry -Don McLean
[00:13.950]Every thread of creation is held in position
[00:20.70]By still other strands of things living
[00:24.870]In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
[00:29.500]Of smoldering cities so gray and so vulgar
[00:35.960]As not to be satisfied with their own negativity
[00:41.210]But needing to touch all the living as well
[00:52.560]And every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
[00:58.330]We exhale on the blue diamond heaven:
[01:03.810]As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer
[01:09.360]As soft as farewells whispered over the coffin
[01:15.40]Were poisoned by venom with each breath we take
[01:20.650]From the brown sulfer chimney and the black highway snake
[01:34.340]And every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
[01:40.510]Like the yolk of the egg in albumen
[01:45.940]Where the birth and the death of unseen generations
[01:51.490]Are interdependant in vast orchestration
[01:56.360]And painted in colors of tapestry thread
[02:01.480]When the dying are born and the living are dead
[02:12.780]And every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
[02:18.80]That flows through the veins of your being
[02:23.640]Like a river of life flowing on since creation
[02:29.810]Approaching the sea with each new generation
[02:35.50]Youre now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
[02:41.110]That is rapidly drowning the whole human race
[02:53.150]And every fish that swims silent every bird that fly freely
[03:00.140]Every doe that steps softly
[03:04.950]Every crisp leaf that falls all the flowers that grow
[03:11.370]On this colorful tapestry somehow they know
[03:17.370]That if man is allowed to destroy all we need
[03:23.230]He will soon have to pay with his life for his greed