LYRICS- Not quite fully awake, the silly strangeness of last night's dreams still lingers somewhere between my eyelashes. Lemons, yellow bright hinting at whats to come in a few minutes - the first warm golden rays peeking out from behind Black Mountain. That mountain, over there. The metal kettle is in use, once again in the same way as before, taking out the cold from the water and leaving only warmth and comfort It goes on, and then goes off Thats it. Just some warm, clear, pure water and squirt, or two or three or four or five of the juice of one lemon. Squirting, releasing its healing, encouraging, nurturing essences into the air mostly, but a few squirts do manage to make it into the hot water. This is me, here, now, gently nudging this body of mine to begin to receive the day. Brazilian acupuncturists, Indian yogis, and Chinese herbalists aren't the only ones who know the benefits of this morning elixir. A Greek god (or a beautiful man I met in Mexico one day) introduced the magic of this elixir ...