Pep Love Living is beautiful

Follow me, living is beautiful
It goes like this, living is beautiful..

At seven o’clock I make my way
Out the door to see what is in store for the day
Without the slightest idea of what I might encounter
Through the rays of the morning sun I found a flower
Blooming and consuming light
But it didn’t stutter my step, I kept fluttering
Right over left or, is it left over right
With decision on my side and beauty in my sight
And my duty is to exercise, spread my wings
Let the stress subside but my breath just seems
To be taken away as I’m making my way
Up the pavement intent on making my day
And hey, the pleasure I receive’s beyond measure
Because I believe I can control the weather
And I choose the sunshine, even though sometimes it rains
My head never hangs in the confines of solitude
I do what I gotta do to maintain my attitude of gratitude
For even breathing, what do you believe in?
How long you’ve been self-deceiving
That you’re helpless, and life is dark and dismal
A thought that I don’t resemble and I won’t fall into
With all the fine-ass women I see, all the smiles
All the while I’m living I see life is beautiful

Led Zeppelin Kashmir

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying… mama, there aint no denyin
Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down…
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. let me take you there