Wyld Stallyns – lost verses from 2010

Wild Stallyns (Benjamin Fulford vs Zecharia Sitchin)

Wild Stallyns
(Benjamin Fulford vs Zecharia Sitchin)

Verse 1
Subconscious insecurities rear their ugly heads
when you let guards down, only best friends would pull your cards now.

Only those closest to you know which buttons to push.
A collective sigh of relief cos the finger on the button isn’t Bush’.

Rudeboys puffin kush and reading conspiracy facts,
theories and points of view on destinations of their tax

feel they have cause for paranoia, not to be relaxed.
It is what it is, I’m not into that, but I got ya backs.

Fear is their business, live and let live, yes.
I’m not into stress and panic rarely helps.

Relax and care for self and other, sister brother.
Compromise like husbands and wives share the shelves.

(REPEAT)
Fear is their business, live and let live, yes.
I’m not into stress and panic rarely helps.

Relax and care for self and other, sister brother.
Compromise like husbands and wives share the shelves.

Chorus
Wild Stallyns…be excellent to each other,
with father sky and earth mother, all sister and brother

Wild Stallyns… party on dude
we partied on to the breakadawn skinny dipping swimming nude.

Verse 2
Moments of truth and glory – if time’s an illusion
they’re merely agreeable moments in a fake story.

We call his-story, both personal and archeology
are likely to find correspondences in ancient mythology.

Maybe it’s collective memory of warriors in wars we’ve seen?
Maybe mythologies are based on shared psychology?

I stand in the face of mystery, I put my faith in ME – literally.
Spiralling through space with the planet infinitely.

Photosynthetically soaking energy from the sun,
I’m a channel to give it back to my Earth Mum.

For what it’s worth I’m just another light-worker from other worlds,
in other words I’ve written songs and treaties… under other suns!

I’ve suffered worse than emotions, no-one wins in war, no brother won,
So love each other, love mother earth and love father sun.

For what it’s worth I’m just another light-worker from other worlds,
in other words I’ve written songs and treaties… under other suns!

Wild Stallyns,
Wild Stallyns,
Wild Stallyns…

Wild Stallyns…be excellent to each other,
with father sky and earth mother, all sister and brother

Wild Stallyns… party on dude
we partied on to the breakadawn skinny dipping swimming nude.

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