"The "Mistake" Rose Blues" genre: General Comedy
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	The therapeutic meditative process called the Mystic Rose is divided into three stages of a week each: laughing, crying, and sitting silently. Here it is seen through the eyes of a naïve farmer who thought that it was a course about roses.
	Credits: Lyrics : Jonathan Benjamin; Music adapted from a traditional Bluegrass tune; Harmonica by Jay Sewall, everything else by Jonathan Benjamin; Midi tracks generated by Jammer Songmaker
	Story Behind the Song This song was written while I participated in the three week group called the Mystic Rose at the Osho International Commune in Poona, India. The first week you laugh for no reason for three hours a day. The second week, you cry for no reason, three hours a day. And the last week, you sit silently for the same amount of time. You come out of it with a fesh, lighter outlook on life, better able to roll with the surprises life throws at you. What if someone wandered into such a bedlam by mistake... thinking it was a course about growing roses. The result is the song, "The Mistake Rose". The chorus refers to the daily discourses by Osho Rajneesh. There are thousands of shoes left by the entrance to the hall. The best way to stop people from taking your shoes by mistake, is to put the left and right shoe far away from each other. Lyrics I left my farm to take a holiday, The Club Med in Poona seemed a cheap place to stay. Seing how I love to make flowers grow I signed up for a group called the Mistake Rose I always wanted to know, How to grow roses without making mistakes, Seemed just right to enrol In a group called the Mistake Rose. CHORUS : I got the Mistake Rose blues, Laughing in the morning, crying in the afternoon, Sitting in the discourse, wondering where I put my shoes, I got the Mistake Rose — Mistake Rose blues. I came late the first day about half past the hour, Didn't see no roses or any kind of flower. They played us a joke on the tape machine, Folks was laughing louder than I had ever seen. The joke was kind of funny but not that great, But some people laughed for three hours straight. I asked the group leader to explain the technique, She made a face like a monkey and tickled my feet I asked another guy "what the heck's so funny"? He said "My girlfriend left me and took all my money." Never seen such a crazy bunch of folks, They start off laughing before you tell the jokes. I found it all so queer I lost control, Started laughing out loud for no reason at all. I thought maybe I was going insane, They told me "that's normal, You'll get serious again". CHORUS The next week was different, it was time to be sad, Grown men was crying, like little kids who lost their dad. Seeing men cry like girls, I was so amazed, Made me so sad that I cried for seven days. I didn't know how come I cried, Then I remembered the day my dog died. I thought about my horse, his name is Pete Made me cry so much I had to hide under a sheet. CHORUS The last week was sitting, with nothing to do, I would have watched TV, but there weren't none in the room. You might be surprised but it's a spiritual thing You entertain yourself.... by witnessing. They said it's OK to get bored, But you ain't supposed to judge it and you ain't supposed to snore. If you sit there long enough and you don't fall asleep, You end up enlightened, and folks'll touch your feet. I sat for seven days, counting out the minutes, I hoped to get enlightened, before my back was finished. But if I am a Buddha as I heard Osho said, How come I still have to get up and make my bed. Now I want to be a guru too, So I can smoke tobacco and marijuana too If I am a guru then all I do is right And none of my disciples'll tell me I'm not brignt.

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