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My dog told me once I was a transient sinner
Stuck in the Mesolithic era--a tame hunter and gatherer
No media; no hierarchy. News traveled by hawk.
Ceres was my woman and Venus was my God
She was my God
In between the rivers was a city of mud
Like all kingdoms before and after, it arose from blood
The laws were drawn in chalk and the waters loved to flood
Everything washed away amidst the muck
Listen up my friend
A copper sword will bend
Be sound of your convictions before the end
Today we are all drones, tamed by the dog
Distractions keep from penetrating the fog
So, pack it all on top, and drift into obscurity.
My lips will be sewn shut until I see the hawk
They will disagree. Those animals will be crass
Take me outside in the green, green grass
Tie me to a tree, then shoot me in the knee
My blood is in the soil, I am finally free
It seeps into the chalice, my soul is filled up
As the braggart and the hawk drink full from the cup
Propaganda takes its hold like a perpetual mop
As the braggart and the hawk drink full from the cup.
...oh yeah, da da da
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BehindThe EyeSees
02:40
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I always hop from body to body
Living underneath their eyelids, I see exactly what they see.
But when their vision gets blurred I pack what I’ve got and look for more
More that will help me to see beyond the
BehindtheEyesees.
Whoa… uh oh.
I’ve been everywhere, from coast to coast.
Living off the hosts that have carried me from L.A. to New York City.
They talk of the birds and the skies and the seas
They’re never discreet,
By the time they’ve realized what I’ve said, I’m long gone.
Out of their heads, again.
Whoa… uh oh.
Your God is probably really pissed off at me.
One of his beloved fallen turned into a parasite.
Oh, what I’d do to get back into his loving eyes
Until that day I’ll stare up at these velvet skies.
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Queen of the Faithful
02:50
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This washed up girl was a concubine
Thought when she woke up in the morning things would be just fine
Dreamt of sleeping in a pool of lead and mercury
Saturnine in her wake clenching tightly to her tiny little rosary
She was the Queen of The Faithful
This washed up paradox never had any parents
An orphan without guidance; walked the path of the harlot
Though there were many men she was never torn by regret
Wouldn’t rise to her feet without first taking penance
She was the Queen of The Faithful
She never slept with any bedding it would get too hot
And remembering all the men left her feeling distraught
But she was never despondent
A dreamer—She believed that peace would come
To anyone who sought it
She was the Queen of The Faithful
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Beneath the Sea
04:26
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We all live under then ocean
Tiny creatures of the sea
There’s no war or famine
Oh, we’ve got plenty to eat
But when that riptide comes
And pulls at my feet
I fight like hell for my life
But my friends are always there to help me
It never gets lonely here
Here, beneath the sea
We’re all friends and lovers
Living in harmony
But when that redtide comes
And we catch fire with disease
We’ll always stay right by each other’s sides
Until our souls are set free
Sometimes I miss the earth
Sometimes I miss you and me
It always felt so good to bury my toes in the sand
But it makes me feel better knowing that you’re happy
When those warm waters come
And we head south to sleep
Always remember I’m never too far
When you feel lonely you can come visit me
You’re welcome company
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Happy and Clear
03:07
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In a room of paper roses we watered the floors
Sustenance sustaining stems.
Their bodies, restless, bobbled in bowls as stilettos fed a poor roses nightmare.
Pensive of protection, they could only scoff with upturned ovules and flashing sepals
[The heels’ home was elsewhere
The heels’ home was elsewhere]
Predators loomed from a banister, elusively drool-dripping their bowels below..
Sighing,
“We’ll build a baby oh little Daisy, oh”
I said,
“We’ll build a baby oh little Daisy, oh”
Their bowls were picked clean. Yes, their tracks were sunken, trampling
along the greenery. Red specks on the floor left traces of guilt.
The scene in the tape was hardly discreet.
The ravaged roses rose up and sang forth just like that Blitzkrieg
Their thorn-sharpened scythes were seething and hot
But the heels paced—new energy supplied a new stride—
With their bellies full from the night of debauchery
It was Eden, again
Eden, again.
“I feel like my blood could project out of every pour of my body
Or something like blood… A SOUL! YES!
Man, I’m glad I can feel
Happy and Clear
So [still feel]Happy and Clear
Happy and Clear”
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