Money really grows on trees
On every tree
Oh can't you see
It's shooting up right from the ground
All you need is all around
Nothing to doubt
Nothing to fear
Everything is sacred here
Upon the earth
Upon your path
Allow yourself to be lifted
Allow yourself to be held
Rise above your struggle
No need to be overwhelmed
Tune into angelic forces
Feel the heaven's open wide
Pulled up from the centre of your spine
Connected with the source inside
Money really grows on trees
On every tree
Oh can't you see
What did someone have you believe
Let go of it
Feel the richness
Breathe
The luxury of breath
An endless pure expanse
Clearing, refreshing,
It's an internal dance
You can always be dancing when you're sitting
Or standing so stretch and be free
Feel the knots dissolving
And surrender to unity
It's hard to do till you drop it
The belief that it is hard
No body can hurt you here
No need to feel alarmed
Make sure you don't create with fear
Just tune into beauty and love
Open your arms wide
And soften inside
Supported from below and above
The energies that come your way
Are helpful and graceful and kind
There is no illusion here so free your mind
Unwind and be kind to your soul
Feel the mother rocking you
Feel the sun
Feel the moon serenade you
With their beautiful tune
The goddess gave to you
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022