Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
The Staple Singers:
I know a place
Ain’t nobody cryin’
Ain’t nobody worried
Ain’t no smilin’ faces
Lyin’ to the races
Help me, come on, come on
Somebody, help me now (I’ll take you there)
Help me, ya’all
And there’s nowhere for you to turn,.
Then you try to accumulate,
But the whole world is full of hate,
So all of your best starts just drift into space.
People need to be free.
And there’s a place in the sun
Where there is love for everyone,
Where we can be, yeah.