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[Verse 1]
There’s a circle ‘round the fire,
twenty thousand deep,
the Mystic Minstrel’s in the middle,
tellin’ all of us to breathe.
He’s got the whole crowd calm,
he’s the king of the peace,
and I’m standin’ there thinkin’,
man, this feels a little weak.
Some lady floats up,
she’s got crystals on her chest,
she waves her hands at my forehead,
says, “Let’s release that anxious stress.”
And without a second thought,
without a plan or a cue,
I leaned my head way back,
and I yelled out one long FUCK YOU!!!!!
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[Chorus]
Oh, the peace turned to panic,
the vibe hit the floor,
the love-and-light people
weren’t smilin’ no more.
But through the gasps and the glares,
through the crowd gettin’ tight,
I heard the Mystic Minstrel
say, “That’s my brother, alright.”
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[Verse 2]
There were drums, there were flutes,
there were people in robes,
there were barefoot dancers
and a guy jugglin’ globes.
And here I was standin’,
like a storm in the calm,
with twenty thousand hippies
ready to sound the alarm.
They wanted silence,
I gave ‘em a roar,
they wanted Zen,
I kicked down the door.
And just when I thought
I’d get tossed from the site,
my brother raised a hand
and said, “That’s my brother, alright.”
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[Chorus]
Oh, the peace turned to panic,
the vibe hit the floor,
the love-and-light people
weren’t smilin’ no more.
But through the gasps and the glares,
through the crowd gettin’ tight,
I heard the Mystic Minstrel
say, “That’s my brother, alright.”
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[Bridge — spoken, half-laughing, half-singing]
He breathes in light,
I breathe in beer,
he calms the crowd,
I bring the cheer.
He finds the still,
I spark the fight,
but he always says,
“That’s my brother, alright.”
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[Final Chorus — rowdy, full campfire singalong]
Oh, the peace turned to panic,
the vibe hit the floor,
the love-and-light people
weren’t smilin’ no more.
But through the gasps and the glares,
through the crowd gettin’ tight,
I heard the Mystic Minstrel
say, “That’s my brother, alright.”
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