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by Sun Ra

The Sound of Joy is Enlightenment
Space, Fire, Truth is Enlightenment
Space Fire, sometimes it's Music
Strange Mathematics
Rhythmic Equations
The Sound of Thought is Enlightenment
The Magic Light of Tomorrow
Backwards are those of Sadness
Forward and Onward are those of Gladness
Enlightenment is my Tomorrow
It has no planes of sorrow
Hereby, my Invitation
I do invite you be of my Space World
This Song is Sound of Enlightenment
The Fiery Truth of Enlightenment
Vibrations come from the Space World
Is of the Cosmic Starry Dimension
Enlightenment is my Tomorrow
It has no planes of Sorrow
Hereby, our Invitation
We do invite you to be of our Space World

Writer(s): sun ra, Hobart Dotson

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today is not yesterday

On the train to Brooklyn listening to some ra


me can dig it.

Oscar Geronimo

...the amount of high is too damn high.

Waldo W

Sun Ra was high and so is the stratosphere. The recording was made circa 1959. To me, only the parts that feature high and loud trumpet are brittle and edgy. But then you get more definition on the warmer parts.

mario aranda

unique,     some things bring Charlie Mingus to mind.....  but the music stands for itself   Sun Ra contnues to grow on me  ..... there is a genuine ness   masterful , Thanks Sun Ra 


sun ra brought me here :)

Trevor Tomlinson

i've been looking for this song for over a year now, and i have finally found it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mario Lobo Neto

Trevor Tomlinson
It must have been the best feeling, man

Joshua Olin

heading to planet Ork for a few...


What the material world values does
not shine the same in the truth of

the soul.  You have been interested
in your shadow.  Look instead directly

at the sun.  What can we know by just
watching the time-and-space shapes of

each other?  Someone half awake in the night sees imaginary dangers; the

morning star rises; the horizon grows
defined; people become friends in a

moving caravan.  Night birds may think
daybreak a kind of darkness, because

that's all they know.  It's a fortunate
bird who's not intrigued with evening,

who flies in the sun we call Shams.

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