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| 1. |
| 2:35 | 
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Listen to the Mothers
A surreal sound of eight-legged groove A serving of today's psycadellicasy (And) when you embrace this sonic mural We will be together, our spirits mad survivors |
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| 2. |
| 4:57 |
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Feel Heavy
Once Felt it... Hard Question an answer For a thousand days Give birth to the Earth Then let it drift away Open and flow Just swinging forever Making love to the ground Because it just feels better It ain't easy Drink it in Think a while... Spit There's both shining and darkness Yet they share a day Was there a man on a cross Or was it just a fake Even in shame You can't hide your growth Though the butterfly flies He's sinking like a stone The killing sun It hurts my eyes And comes hard Onto my skin And as I find shade From tree to tree I live to learn To dig down deep I feel the pain And love the hurt I don't complain Trancing in the grass Suck it off the world When you're full of itv Shrug, feel fortunate Then go where levitation lives Where agrivation grows Where sleeping's too hard On the thinking bone Intensity is what I need To suffer for the pleasure Its heat, hard, life and death Living all together In a small room Full of me and my friends Trying to find the means To justify the end |
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3. |
| 5:19 |
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Lookin'
At the world go Trying to understand Electric wind blowin' like A demon fan Or a symphony of hatred Blowin angst Off an immaculate stage How tranquil is an ocean Before a storm Like a silent play Chanting thunder Dance naked and I feel So wired It's a personal voodoo Runnin' through my veins Like blood With inhibition long gone and no real sense of space or time A weird vibration Don't know my right From wrong Rain will fall Poetry in motion Both rolling Both getting me high A shiver went through me A tidal wave I only felt inside It's an animal instinct That takes us over And we must survive Four brothers make the mother Four brothers form as one |
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| 4. |
| 7:05 |
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Fill my head with
Your nonsense You can breathe my breath Till I turn red Close your eyes Try to follow me If you close your eyes You can become me You can park your shoes On my front step Then gently walk barefoot Through my sunken chest I'll shade my eyes from The burning sun But feel confident 'Cause we're as bold As love... and laughter Wake me up when The day is late so I can watch the sunset and go back to bed And dream so real A fantastic stage Psychodramatic means to Uncertain ends I'll scare you blind with My confidence As cool as Jesus And his twelve best friends The reason we can Do these things is that The Earth has told Of an outrageous spring... Remembered We'll meet for breakfast In the sun room The feeling in my soul As sweet as good perfume Leave your sex At the door... come in There's ecstasy for all No need to leave your name Pirouettes We will make in game On the ceiling Movies of our lives will play The reason we can Do these thngs is that Our minds are clouded And we can't see Straight Maybe I've playedv My part But it's a players Art Me and my friends We were just living... playing I've heard the sound That silence makes And I realize the world Can break From the inside out Or outside in On a breath of wind |
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| 5. |
| 5:55 |
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Not yet sonic
But I'd like to reach the point Where I can say Yes I am But it always seems to be About sensibilities And not who's listening No I'm not quite sonic What's real in the art school What's real in the white room This yet to tell my conscience Who to trust my thoughts with Or who to love You're oh so sonic So and so fantastically boring You're a fashion whore Being real is one thing Being nothing is something But at this point There's something wrong Chemically expensive hair Money that we wear Will get us what? It kinda makes you think Only animals Are friends... surreal friends Truly sonic The sights They're embryonic See waht you want I'm not quite sonic The sounds They're quadraphonic Semi-moronic Not quite sonic |
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| 6. |
| 4:01 |
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This man
May have a shitload To prove He's got to settle a score Against the groove Infinite orgasm Like endless joy and pain Thunder to my ears Like a holy rain An aural wall of waking Awash in purple paint And a digging Of the flowers in your yard Electric rays of healing Intensify the feeling of hatred Towards the things you say I ain't Fear a man-child His soul and seman Pathetic thoughts he thinks Forever Heard you caused a landslide Walking home Soon slide the man-child Under your coat Product of your generation Your masturbation A master plan A holy man Infanticide Decaying minds Mass corruption The product And its production |
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| 7. |
| 6:30 |
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A chair in the corner
One leg broken And a whisper in the hall There's frustration Another walk around the room A loss of direction Before the start Some say a lot With few words spoken Some with peace Say nothing at all It's just a matter Of motivation to live Just a question Of where to get love Thrills and sand Fall through my open hand Where's my time gone Words look for the song Lost my America But made my own way I believe To this garden But on my face The idea is showing Shelter me for no reason At all Sunlight slanting Paranoid Feeling cold A little fucked up... alone Seems I'm spending These supposed best of years Quite unlike It says right here Cold A little fucked up... alone Take the face In hands spread open And one to one Let the power run Feed the mouth That's hungry... open Feed the mind That wonders why |
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| 8. |
| 6:57 |
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Shades of gray
Hate influence A constant truth Put into effect The question On a dead friends face The tragic Stance he used to TAKE PISSED away BY circumstance A forced exit out of Innocence The right to choose Stays in her head Systematic ignorance A politicians Hand in your pants Searching For what he don't have Creating new obscenities Harassed And broken down and in An eye towards Eternity A passing glance And half a chance At sanity Shows you Things... they get away It's all we can do To ride it on through No one Leaves the caravan Feel the signs The jazz... the BIND Affection For a certain time A haze of mid-life Drunkeness You're crucified for what YOUR art says If art is God... true art has left |
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| 9. |
| 5:07 |
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Living alone, body shaking
Cars outside They're singing their songs The candles wave And I get to thinking How people see things And deal with them In different ways Trying to move forward Like a walk underwater Two steps back Like a walk through silent streets I've heard the word Guess I'm tired of trying Everybody I'm saying the 'pop' is gone Fighting the fight With the waterline Catching breath And a dirty breeze What's been used up Has been more than needed One river rolling Two rivers going dry I'm down Undone Down, undone then gone Being, beyond Soft hands That touch the sun |
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| 10. |
| 5:13 |
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I'm barefoot, bristling
Solitude On my rooftop, solid So like this come of stars Staring at me Who's out there? I can see the girl Across the way She can't see me And I touch myself With just a little bit of confusion But I'm all alone And that's all that matters It's the chance I'm taking It's the danger I like Within this Euphoric kind of feeling It's just a sex high There ain't no waterfalls There ain't no grassy grass here Just a casual nod And basketball I don't mind Cause I'm still alive All thoughts and feelings Under my ceiling This city Hangs a sensual tension This city Screams for more affection Hitting it from all directions Just a kid With the past of a grown man Sold my sex In public places To junked out fags With yellow eyes Running For their Times Square lives Hit the river, swim in shit But never Tried to open my eyes In the dark I see dead young faces Fix me up And keep your Zen |
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| 11. |
| 5:55 |
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Snowin' in July
My girls mouth on my toes Complainin' old ghosts In bedsheets of love Christmas In my legs A strange start to summer But I gave it all up In time to wonder Just when I thought I knew what I wanted A dirty old man reminds me I'm young... "Experience The truth of all colours Think it out, Feel it up But do it right now" How long 'till I'm real I long to be real How long 'till I'm real Left home to live And I did Trippin' all alone I've travelled miles Because of my head I've sang to myself To keep from going mad The land as my bed I slept beside the road The ground is my friend I become the road The longer I'm gone Changing on the go The better I'll know Mother and Dad Can only give you so much So I gave it of myself In the real world, love Twenty first century Mind expansion I wrote my own poems 'Cause I lived 'em |
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| 12. |
| 8:17 |
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It's just a thing with you
A spacious place Infininte Dangerous Promising Black with white This night Years of tears, emotion Held like so... inside Autumn Dogs Saturday Nervousness Blood Drugs Rage And then it hit me Though I saw it coming Hard Sheer intensity The thinking in your thinking The feeling in your feeling Touched by a boy's Restless young erection You slam Arms are open Eyes are wide What was out there Is now in you You drink it in Scratched the skin Bit the hand that hits You had your way Wanting some of everything Living life Thinking it would shine Touched this stone And what'd you find? Humanity blind A fiery red And glowing world Intoxicating... to a girl Straddling life In the atmosphere But it's just changing times And a few crazy people |
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