1. |
This Is It
02:42
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Well, you can fight all you like
To figure out what it is
That would be the hard way
Because this is it
This foot races the other
Persuading that you will arrive
That would be the hard way
Because this is it
Well you can go out searching
But I'm sure you won't find anything
That man believes in the future
That man believes in the past
This man believes in now
Because this is it
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2. |
Simple Math
04:46
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May we burn at the stake
All our earnings and faiths
Keep the furnace aflame
Burning biblical blame
The burdened embrace
of the dirt and the clay
Stirs the worms' firm, insatiable
Thirst for decay.
And the cursed can claim
That cold Karma's to blame
When they're the culpable characters
Claws red and stained
As the perceptions change
Be it by potion or age
Will you take the notions that wash our brains
With half a grain, or
Trust the market's marquee on the wall?
Trust the shackles of practice and unwritten law?
Trust the things that surround you appear just as they are?
And when dam breaks we'll all know we're wrong.
Call me out with your calloused tongue
Enthralled in doubt, I start to run.
Thud! Thud! Thud! After thud through the mud,
Through the muck, and the mud, and the mire.
Then I emerged from the swamp
and appeared with a stomp
at the pyre.
All our yearnings and earnings
All shriveled up, burning
In the fire.
And our journey was surely
a merciless curse,
But we're learning to curb our desires.
So I threw in my calendar,
wallet, and shoes
and the glowing tongues
laughed lapping higher. And higher.
When we first heard the shapes
and discerned the words' taste
It occurred to me - senses
cannot separate.
While I lay 'neath the trees
and the sky and the breeze
I simply added them one by one by one
to make three.
Plus the marred market's crumbling walls
Plus the days of spontaneous, spine-tingling awe
Plus this mystic, epistemic world peculiar
Add up to be all that we are.
And add up to be all that we aren't.
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3. |
Cold
01:41
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You’re not cold when you die
There’s no reason to be cold for
There’s no reason to be cold
What do you think you’re going to see?
What do you think you're going to see? A light?
You ain’t going to see shit
You ain’t going to see a light
You’re fucking pathetic
You can wait all you like
It’s funny to me
You can wait all you like
Hahahahahahaha
You’re not cold when you die
There’s no reason to be cold
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4. |
The Rot
02:27
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I've come to the resolve not to get involved
with the dealings of the dumpster diving dirt nap bugs
and the blood and guts fermenting getting grubs all drunk
from the rot. the rot.
And the writing kept it simple but its meaning lost
in the fighting for the simple cause to reach exhaustion
in the moment we collapsed it happened then to dawn
"It will rot. it will rot. it will rot, it all will rot right to the bones."
The maggots, flies and ants
Oh what a party they were having.
As a new taste befuddled them,
They put aside their differences
And feasted as one.
So sad that the birds decided to intrude
and use the affable buggies as hors d'oeuvres.
The bugs didn't stand a chance.
But they combined the powers of all their deities
and cursed the birds in unison.
No one will love the birds.
Not even their parents.
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5. |
Flame
01:48
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It just so happens, the writer couldn’t find a page
He raced pen in hand, face filled with rage
The scribbles that meant so much to him
Were swallowed by the flame beside him
The flame grew a lighter green
A shade the writer had never seen
He wished the flame would spit it out
And to his surprise he viewed a mouth
The flame said, “I can give your page back
But I read your work and it’s a load of crap.
If you show people they will also know it,
So go back to work and stop calling yourself a poet.”
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6. |
Cunst
02:34
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Through your kaleidoscope, I weep
In dreams a light is shone, it seeps
Some wake and think they know, concretely
Through your kaleidoscope, I weep
As we devolve gaining feral features
It’s hard to relax
When one who sates prates about life
It’s hard to relax
Those who still use your legs
Let’s renegade and promulgate
That we will never be dumb
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7. |
Gay for Waltzez
02:10
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(Instrumental)
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8. |
6 to 12 (Bonrs Track)
02:02
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Nobody sees it but it's there
There's one right near you now
but you're unaware
We both shift stiffly in our chairs
Picture a place where everybody knows
They all can see it and they're unopposed
Red blood cells no longer foes
It's a compulsory trend
One you can lend to a friend
As a means to an end.
And when the pressure's just too great
No place to safely hide and mash the bait
It travels well in belted waists.
Oh
You know
It's in every classroom row
Oh
You see
It's in every kitchen where you eat and
Oh
You've heard
It's in every court and every church
So now let's agree
It's in every pair of dungarees
(It's a boner)
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