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Starshippe
03:21
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Do I Feel you on this fractal with myself?
Man, I'm in completely past my intuition
I reach for the hands, or neck, of who I think you might be
and plunge into a swamp of dumb & contrived "love"
could I be you in the fractal of my Self?
the voidness in my guts has got me screaming like,
fuck,
I can't seem to align myself with anything
swing low with your starship and give me a ride
your sweet soul to affix my romance on--
to hang up all my dirty laundry--
I don't know what I want but I need it
Will I know before it breaks my bones? I hope
cuz every kind of ache in me is recourse,
to step outside my reptile-dumb man-mind
the pilot cockman has used all his time..
he rolls & moans alone
in tearful self-reflective refraction
because the world that he DID construct,
collapsed like a carless monster truck attraction
"that awful road so horridly trodden along,
each step makes me *die* some more"
too shallow and too fallow to become one's own
too caught up to fly your starship
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EARL
02:26
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EARL is standing at my door, he's waiting for the fear
while I strap a knife from ear to ear
EARL picks a rose while his gun's still warm
He's like a thundercloud in an airplane war
I don't see him,
but his presence invades me
EARL
EARL, sickly cast in the midnight mirror
thru my own mind I see EARL is near
EARL kills your self then says "behold!"
snap my neck, snare clap, and then it's gold
I don't see him
but he overwhelms me
and tho I'm screaming, nobody's there but
EEEEEEAAARRRRRLLLLlllllllllll
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3. |
Lightfoot Dancer
05:05
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I see you, Lightfoot Dancer
like Sufi kicking leg above head
you're a lense of fade and an arcane blondestreak
God gave you the garden, I just said "Bravo!"
All your tourists they mixed rock and roll up with politics
and got snakebit to deathshock by Boyhood Folly
"ahh love, all love, its the Last Thing of All,"
while rolled in the midnight throes of regret I swore,
"my awful memory swirls in disarray,
fingers from the mirror slowly curl around my neck
I load my veins and go fuck a magazine,
I've got nothing left to hold onto"
Now I was pleading with God upon the Island of Man
When up from the Earth comes a door with two hands
it had a blue pill in the left, red pill in the right
muttered something about something but I just popped em both at the same time
Into the Rotting Kingdom I went for a drive
cried "Goodbye, Dreamer!" and was gone by dawn
o, what a rotten film that is my life
All i can think is how delusional, forced, arrogant... eck, gah, whatever
Big phantom cruelties all hiss at disarray
I screamed FREEDUMB!! and I gave up everything
They called it Truth, but hey, the Truth is just a house
A parasitic wind has kissed me on the mouth,
"out from the alley and into the streets," as it were...
Oh the machine that has brought my many deaths
sits on a cold throne made of spine
...
Now I for one seek freedom in death
You've got it all when youve got nothing left
what are you here for? I'm here to go
just leave your Self at the door...
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4. |
...I Only Live Here
05:24
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Tonight all the black market saints of the world
have risen up with surest hands just to bless us
from the garbage-deep grave of that world we watch
their triple-reinforced ivory hymens
while the freak mind dreams of a dreamlier scene
wherein a sourceless wind blows out all the candles in the room
............
now all the excess drips from the giant red lips
of Cerberus, the Chinese starlet actor
it drips beneath her stool where hyenas pool
overcome by drunkenness and rosacea
and any crow that caws "hey what's going on?"
is immediately asked for their papers
while St. Caroline sings of scenes un seen...
Hey it's not her fault nobody's listening,
everyone is held by the nymphomanic thrill of all the sound and sight
a big, bright sun only glares upon their pain
as nothing changes, so nothing has changed
so now my conscience screams like a Rambo scene
reimagined as a Spanish soap opera
and I'm out every door looking for myself
but all is Vulture in this kingdom of theatre
so I fall and cry a big orchestral sigh
ah, hey it's not my fault, I only live here
all the glitter and gleam's a kind of silent-window thing,
but the sound is monstrous,
o I can't think,
but hey, it passes time
it's alright, I guess it's just alright
*dramatic guitar sounds*
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5. |
Suicide Refrain
05:06
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Well,
it's morning time but its nighttime still,
a sickly haze hides above the rooftop tiles
and down in the alley,
the ephemeral thrill of life & caustic delusion
across the way thru the window panes
i see the bulging eyes of a boy who hangs,
his suicide refrain sends a spark thru the dark & in my heart,
i feel something move
while the ragmen roll thru the streets as mold
lost / alive their eyes click and shift like knives
while they brag and gag on all their precious trash
their palisades of silence as violence... allllllright
*anthemic guitar catharsis*
if I,
take a break as the judgement sooth
and peel my mind from the judgement booth
if I,
turn my eyes to my own dark, dreary room the fish are dead,
and the armchair is broken
then the truth terror grips and I lurch awake
and throw myself on lonesome parades
flail my best from the diamond in my chest, but nothing's moving and nobody's waiting
so it's drunk to hell & I'm nighttime still
and the world wears on against my will
so I collapse with the Hollywood sign in my sight
& just laugh&laugh&laugh....
but WhyYYyYYYYYyY do the palms sag in silent agony?
and whyYyYyYyYYyyyyY does the sun only shine yesturdae?
Well, when the shit hits the fan we'll just see
not what's left to be but just what is, baby (?) (baby?) (am I a baby?)
now I've got a lot of BIG ideas on how to run the whole Thing into the ground...
but who wants to hear from an in-between?
Whose at the bottom of the top?
Whose main work is just waking up?
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6. |
Jodorowsky's Bog
04:14
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wait...no
I'm sick of Jodorowsky critiquing the West
Man, can't you just walk this path for me?
Now I was so damned floored beneath that Wandering Light,
all my woes they came as echoes
towering above me at a breathless awful height
among them I saw a jeweled crown, with a loud mouth howling like some blind backwoods pig
slinging out mud like it was Hyssop
whilst eating ham on rye with ketchup (i know i spelled it wrong ok idc)
& I saw gangs of paisley satyrs slumped to a cloak and dagger droll
...some big peace and love drum circle gimmick
disguising dumb abstract intentions
it was just noise in the street but people there preferred to call it
"spiritually significant"
....but maybe i'm dense
I saw a great blinding light surge from a pair of brown eyes
which slammed shut just like a guillotine
a snakely Neitszche in my Eden dream....
and all these strangers formed a chorus beneath that wandering light
unto me they was singing,
the castrated Elvis in the total void
hey, don't tell me "Zoom back camera!" when I've got my arms/legs tied
gasping for a breath of air,
o no! its the only one i've got left....
I will send my final thoughts out,
to some ancient sad spirit somewhere else,
ba da da da da, da da da, da dadadadada da, da dada daddaadada, dadada dadada, daadaa ,dada da, dada dada daada da,
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7. |
Jodorowsky's Dog
01:27
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What of my dreams in outted space?
and all the colors in your hair,
bleeding black from resisting
anecdotal pull
that burns black from you
as freedom is a ghost
who begs one to gage down their own knows,
like you know
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8. |
Jodorowsky's Log
03:22
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home...
I'll be a knife
I'll be a fable
throw down the line upon which intention ties,
God, give me a sign
that I'm willing and able
don't tell me my life is just by my own design--
ooooooooooooOOOOoOooo
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9. |
Lost Highway / Bad LSD
06:16
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I'm a rolling stone, all alone and lost
for a life of sin, i have paid the cost
when I drag by, all the people say
"just another boy on the lost highway"
bad LSD and a jug of wine
and my own damn lies make a life like mine
the day we met, I went astray
I started rolling down that lost highway
i was just lad, nearly 22
neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
and now i'm lost, too late to pray
lord, i payed the cost on the lost highway
now boys don't start yer rambling around
on this road of sin, or youre sorrow bound
take my advice, or you'll curse each day
you started rolling down that lost highway
........
bad LSD...
...bad LSD
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So in the middle of the dark night,
splitting hairs with no friends there,
your thoughts attack you in a new way
write one song for 1000 days
the enigma like an enema from a huge future you
sudden-grabs me by the Jeans
while chanting "PAY PAY PAY!!"
o how I'd sink how the future seems w this gun in my throat
O Billie's paying for her sins now
all delusions like a black cloud
she struck out down in Dallas,
dragged her ragged soul to L.A.
where her dreams just became more mean
while her visions of the future screamed,
"I'd love to say I knew you,
but I don't think you'll make it thru okay"
so Billie built a new life with a gun at her nose
and she sings so clearly, and she feels so near me
so thru some long endless day of night
Billie's sorting thru the picture scripts
all the old selves put on the shelf,
she hears a voice that finds her unwell
"when you climb to the top of hell yr just going down again,
no food and the rent is shit,
no end not even a dead end
so Billie built a new life with a gun at her nose
and the canvas was painted, and she felt so elated
a moony head and the glare of red
the stench of death but she owns it!
now when she rests she knows she earned it
she'll be free and won't hesitate
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