The Source Songtext
von Tunng

Spring was standing in the middle of the woodland copse
Taking in the power she′d lost from the city breeze
And the smell of a boy
Who took her sight, sound, smile and socks

Left, right, straight on, or around in a circle
Would lead her to a magical source
To a time of the cold, the cold becoming explosion
Maybe a thousand years in the past

Yahoooohoa
Let's go and eat at the source
Yahoooohoa
Come on and meet at the source

Father Yod was standing with his hands in the air
In a mansion in the Hollywood Hills
Take a breath of fire for one hundred and eight counts
In preparation for the Mother House


Left, right, straight on, or around in a circle
Would lead her to a magical source
To a time of the cold, the cold becoming explosion
Maybe a thousand years in the past

Yahoooohoa
Let′s go and eat at the source
Yahoooohoa
Come on and meet at the source

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
(I just wish there were a way that I could, I could express
To you the uh, the profundity of the experience here)
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
(Because, um, many of us aren't just, like, naive little
Followers, somehow, you know, duped by this, this gray-
Haired beatnik, heh, because it's not that way at all)
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba