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Your Body's a temple, but they're treating it like it's a skyscraper,
Go and tell those mu'fuckas that they're all soul robbers,
No mindless chatter echoing from cell phones everywhere, and people come to you to worship while the streams of energy between the two are non existent,
I took the bus to the corner of the street,
It gets there the same time every week,
and those people on the bus keep on moving taking me round and round,
yeah those thoughts in my head kept me moving going round and round,
Oh my cursed oppressor, the recession of a depressed aggressor, retired social investor, a vocalist for the catalyst requester, antidisestablishmentarianism was the biggest word I knew, until I learned how to say fuck you.
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Another Fuckin Love Song
01:33
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Hey man let's all get ugly, and let the media fuck our bodies, they said an object is all that we might be, sure seemed that way on your corporate T.V.
And I'm Beautiful,
I imagine that,
You're beautiful,
I imagine that,
We're beautiful,
Can you see it to,
Can you see it..
Let me box you in body prop your needs are all of mine,
Physically must satisfy when pleased to please the eyes,
They glued you in some chains of change, another photo-shopped cage,
It's hard to see you starve yourself miss magazine, yes hunger for the fame,
and I'm just an impossible imposter screaming all beauty it is a lie,
so work yourself away from shame that face will be designed.
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Fractious
03:03
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Hey man the president he was talking to me today,
But he was in my television set,
I wish that I could talk to politicians directly through my television set,
saying Fractious, saying fractious,
Is this mine given yours now yours given mine,
A gateway given unsafe to behave, uncommon rationality,
My hypocrisy through some shattered glass democracy,
Thanks for all the tyranny it was great getting to know how extreme my behavior can be,
And that guy you all know pretty well, Mr. Jesus Christ,
Well he was talking to me just the other day,
But his words were just some words written on a page, by man,
Maybe I'll find Jesus, if I look deep within myself,
Maybe one day I will, crawl into myself,
Chorus,
My friend down the block saint Cecilia well she told me the other day she was being controlled, by some men in suits selling rebellion, taking her back to that roots rebel rock and roll,
Nothing is as it seems don't let yourself be deceived.
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Marshal Stacks, the great dope fiend,
lived with his aunt, in a pile of weeds,
Woke up on a Spanish pipe dream with some diamonds in his hands,
The secrets of life are getting cheaper the more we let ourselves know about death,
and that Marshal man he made his living on the run, caught up somewhere in the summer of 69' the cruising life was fun, ran out of highway on the back of 48 where he staked his claim with a 6-shooter and they came took the bait, took him away for nothing more then a bag full of ignorance and a habit of being paranoid,
They made him with the rifle, they stuck in his hands,
you all say it's treason, I'm just taking my chance,
Holding on to memories spray paint and alcohol,
When there's something so sacred about that graffiti wall.
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Johnny
03:14
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Haunted haunts back wearing a disguise looking at you with panthers eyes, plastic bag heads manipulating your history, past genocides stripping your families dignity, so you hitch hiked a thousand miles, running any direction from the vultures smiles, looking for a truth in the underground culture, looking for a dream to fuckin scream with power, the wind blows gently johnny on the sidewalk again,
Your a major pothead boy,
Out in space,
Got the stage light left on,
In your inner, inner space,
States of consciousness became a breading ground, for life, love, truth, death, misery, inner sound, the people thought you had great sight but they couldn't see what was going on in your mind, and the chain reaction you wanted to start, it was lost on the truth didn't amplify your heart c'mon keep on fucking dreaming johnny straight from your heart.
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Tom Brady
02:10
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May I be the end of all creation,
and sell myself for pseudo-scientific masturbation,
when I was glued to all your manic television desires,
your selling freedom, and my minds for hire,
Ooo but I want to live my life like old Tom Brady,
Marry my wife and have sixteen babies,
I can shake my ass all around, get with the rhythm of an era,
thrust my crotch to that sound beat it like chicken marinara,
and if this shit be grossing you out just blame my generation,
Cause I was raised by your generation,
oops did I just rhyme the same word twice, that's so nice,
So breed with this a virtued seed to plant inside your eyes,
Under the great pearled sky I'm parking your face into my mind,
Maybe one day I'll rob a bank but I won't shoot nobody,
Give the money to the people make love in Hawaii.
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The rock and roll, becomes spiritual,
when you're cursing god's mayhem,
so darling start your own, and be a stoned leather jacket shaman,
The angst has never felt so pure, ambition has never felt so right,
now that acid trips and political conspiracies are showing you the secrets to life,
she is just another queen,
A monarchy of everything.
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Water color eyes are day-dreaming above an ocean tide,
In the night skies your drunken moon starts to sleep but died,
Lemon grass and melon collie they're sitting next to a flower bed,
As your kissing desperate tyrants feet with a tongue full of spoon that life has fed,
Echoes slowly chasing the mind,
Life slowly distorting time,
Infinity dreamt but never felt,
Chasing after the cards that were not dealt,
Distortions always drifting by,
Karma was never instant we all had to get high,
the never ending fall and rise,
of some radio stars vagabond cries,
climbing upon a see through wall,
we were all climbing up it then you had to crawl,
you block the dams of the mind we'll never flow,
so keep holding on to vertigo,
seeds of life that only knew,
getting smaller is to grow with you,
Somethings on my mind and I don't feel alright.
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After the Gold Rush
02:14
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Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming
Sayin' somethin' about a queen
There were children singin' and drummers drummin'
The archer split the tree
There was a fanfare blowin' to the sun
That floated on the breeze
We got mother nature on the run, in the nineteen seventies
Look at mother nature on the run, in the nineteen seventies
I was lyin' in a burnt out basement
With the full moon in my eye
I was hopin' for a replacement
When the sun burst through the sky
There was a band playin' in my head
And I felt like getting high
Thinkin' about what a friend had said, I was hopin' it was a lie
Thinkin' about what a friend had said, I was hopin' it was a lie
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flyin'
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children cryin' and colors flyin'
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream the loadin' had begun
We were flyin' mother nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun
Flyin' mother nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.
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Bong Spill
02:46
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Train hopping blues in some big wide space, spacing out on some inner sounds in this inner place, and the soul sucking radio won't play you, but your intellect has got me in a groove, dance floors are filling up in my mind, and their soaking up the sounds of our time, if I had to list my heroes I've discovered I'd say there's too many to count, different types of cultures helped to find my sound, subterranean homesick white rebels, modern black power promoters, punks, naughty dreads, new jazz cats, rock-n-rollers, I owe respects to every music culture,
I'm reconstructing consciousness and flowing in your streams of it,
and running through your underground awakening new sound,
Music man it's a great medicine, I'm just trying to extract my influences, musicians I grew up with getting me high, rockin my boat, while your neon mad man is trying to steal my flow, soul of de la soul in my soul, works by Joel Strummer, Pilated Punk. and Psychedelics, posessed by your rhymes and social message,
Rock and Roll.
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No Parking, No Cardboard
02:39
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No Parking, No cardboard please,
Your couch is full of fleas,
and what the fuck did that sign say,
oh well I don't behave,
God damn I was feeling myself, my brain was a getaway car running away from myself, after the robbery of some precious thoughts I somehow escaped, but was the one who lost, I was realizing in some super market line that my high is another ones lie, that my cry was another ones sigh, but still I see some glimpses of enlightenment shine, as I try to open the darkness and see inside,
No Parking, No cardboard please,
Your couch is full of fleas,
and what the fuck did that sign say,
oh well I don't behave,
I was sitting at a subway station thinking about something, but thinking about nothing, and thinking about everything, and god damn this shit makes to what, my mind was sifting through day dream delusions, station to station discovering the difference between reality and hallucination.
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Brighthearts and Dr. Dark Prince George, British Columbia
Brighthearts and Dr. Dark, There was once the subject of me and the facet I embraced, hesitant to waste my breath on misplaced words in a mind begging to put forth a free will, In the case of karmic repercussions so forward into another life I carry the weight of wings, and worlds bearing the light of a million stars, ... more
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