1. |
instrumental
01:43
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2. |
futurity
02:58
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im gonna boil over with the thoughts of the future
which never seems to come to pass under the light of tomorrow
that turns to day light
like a run on sentence I can never seem to catch
but do I want to
cause isnt it death when the future becomes static
and do I want to
know?
Life is a matter of longing and tension
its eros thanatos that gives life dimension
its mystery at the beginning and the end
that shrouds it im magic and make sit suspended
whoa-oh oh
the future is a matter of minds a imagination
its inside the dreams that makes us alive in fascination
the future resides above hope and of fear
since the dawn of reflection its humanitys mirror
oh, oh oh
oh oh ohhhhh
I think of eternity as I gaze upon the ocean
and its transcendental waves
as I watch caught in time and perpetual motion
and I feel the tides
in a state of oneness contemplation
theres a tempest in my chest
that fuels a dynamo of creative revelation
its the only thing I want to
know
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shots are heard around the world
as we sit sedate futile irrate
the media informs as well as conforms
to corporate interests at stake
as global consciousness guilts and burns
when you know too much
can do too little in turn
when youre blinded by the macro
you cease to see the micro
bookmarks of change
that can open new way
and some just see the micro
oblivious of the macro
dont see the bigger picture
and fixtures
they know too little
and do too much in turn
with narrow visions
they see the world as
fuel to burn
the status quo
burns gasoline
it trips our minds
with its machinery
it funds its wars
with debt and leans
it assimilates
guised in unity
and power it moves
through channels we all use
it helps us stustain and also maintain
but empires they falll
theyre not sustainable at all
some wait for the crash
others black bloc backlash
some see the fog
and some can see the light
and others are blinded
by post modern plights
but the world will keep on turning
despite conflicted yearnings
of mankind
with all its borders and lines
and even if we destroy ourselves
the earth will take us within itself
and maybe new life
will grow from the old
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he walks around
gun at his side and pepperspray
hes a man of the law
upholding the state and property
white skin and a shield
badges of privilege
and the right to weild
force if necessary
he rides around
his tennessee walker in southern fields
a man of his word
upholding his duties and his deals
white skin and a star
on slave patrol
in a history not far
from present we all share
strange fruit
being shot to the ground
civil rights shattered
with every round
no laws can protect the innocent
when the protectors just serve
their interests
when prisons are
just plantations of industry
justice is lost
to profits over community
and no white savior can save
them from their own selves
and the damage theyve done
as history repeats
and no one remembers choruses of
grief and injustice’s lamenting
call for change
history is jaded
with promises that never come
the oppressors in power
have their wars already won
when words have lost meaning
like justice for all
were content in believing
the oppressors call
but resistence endures
with solidarity
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5. |
the road, it calls me
04:17
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the road it calls me
its screams are like lullabies
singing softly
in daydreams behind my eyes
as restless teathered
im tied to rocks that stable
strand me
as I wait for time
to come to go
and I hope for luck
out on the road
cause houses objects possessions
just keep me down
and all the markets
dont sell the things that keep me unbound
when all I want is
freedom and mobility
oh the world is made
to make us work
divide our labor
divide our worth
oh is real freedom the price of poverty
and liberations from commodities
when youre a lone wolf wandering for simplicity
in a world thats made to foster greed
and love its called me
past race and sex and classist lines
but love still leaves me
as I move forward
or get left behind
cause life is made of paths
that cross tangle intertwine
then seperate and diverse
as roads are paved with
whimsy’s urge
as the road it calls with sirens strains
and all the rocks are paradoxes strange
they tempt me, break me, sustain my days
ground me in motion and guide my ways
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6. |
mortal day
03:09
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the southewestern sun it rises on the rocks
in winter
as its golden rays at the spark of the day shine
splintered
take my own heart
and take my own soul
and hold them to the light
to see how they glow
as the sun burns the sky blue
my heart and soul are stained
23 years threadbare
and still untaimed
and the sun it rises in the moons melodic reprises
of eternity
as new days hold suprises
that circumstances devises
for you and me
and take my own heart
and take my own soul
hold them to the light
and see how they grow
as we rise like the sun
our mortality moves like shade
and high noon’s luminousness
shrouds us in place
as sunsets abound as you find and you found
youve gotten older
as its rays will fray as horizons shade
life smolders
and take my own heart
and take my own soul
hold them to the dusk
their brightness still will show
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7. |
sometimes i lay in bed
02:29
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sometimes I lay in bed
dreams still lingering in my head
with my eyes closed I still look ahead
into my imagination
and the things I see are part memories
part semi surreal deep mysteries
on the edge of REM
theres no misery
just a slow relaxed vacation from reality
just a slow relaxed vacation from normality
sometimes I lay in bed
Its hard to get up when you can dream instead
when you can think of all the things that have no end
and all the possibilities
I wanna stay inside
where its warm and cozy
cause waking life
is cold and harsh
I wanna stay asleep
cause sleeps not lonely
when waking life
lacks lovers arms
and sometimes I lay in bed
I cannot sleep so I think instead
and I toss and turn on my books half read
trapped in waking reality
and I overanalyze things like this
if sleep is bliss then is it ignorance
if I want to nap all day am I a nihilist
cause sometimes I just dont want to
give a fuck
and take refuge in my mind
when things get rough
is it selfish or self preservation
to sell your soul to your imagination
cause otherwise you feel dead disintegration
of your own humanity
I spend my life restless thinking
writing reading playing guitar
I spend my mornings restful dreaming
calmly breathing slow and sparse
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8. |
i sing for life
04:03
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are you no body
well im no body too
its all a part of being born
into this fucked up zoo
as our globalized society
is growing day by day
and the cult of domesticity
has not gone away
when your born into the margins
youre born into a cage
your born into a melancholy
and in a rage
and some escape through paper
and some through rock and roll
and some escape through razors
from fates they cant control
and I sing for life
I sing for my peace of mind
ive smoked a thousand cigarettes
and drank a thousand beers
and I learned my life lessons
through at least one thousand tears
and I have lived in poverty and I have lived in pain
and I have lived in sanity and I have lived insane
ive also lived in harnony and I have been in love
and I have had joy despite lifes pushes and shoves
and I try and live a lifestyle of simplicity and grace
and I try to shy away from this cultural rat race
and I sing for life
and I sing my pieces of mind
I have been a housie I have been a vagabound
cause I rather have time than money that abounds
but im no stranger to privilege and inequality
and reality is relative to what we come to see
so I study oppression and I study history
cause knowledge is liberation
from mental slavery
and life is made of cycles both detrimental and benign
the trick is knowing when to hold up that stop sign
so I sing for life
I sing my signs
oh ive always dissented on a might many things
I never wanted a savior, marriage or rings
and I spent much of my life as a refugee
from this thing called the american dream
cause I dont my life to be a performance or a show
thats preconstructed and construed from the go
so I dont do covers im no tribute to a band
and I write my own lyrics and I write to understand
and I sing for life
I sing to realize
cause the truth is that im somebody
and youre somebody too
but in this culture of anonymity
its hard to know whats true
cause responsibility is sordidly diffused
in the schemes of our hierarchies
of which power is abused
and commercial illusions they permiate our minds
perpetuating confusions to leave our unconscious malaligned
from the reality of ourselves and the reality of our lives
and other greater truths which money cant buy
but I sing for life
I sing for my own mind
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9. |
haunted paralysis
02:43
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ghost in the dark creeping
stealing your dreams
paralysis while sleeping
leaves your body in a squeeze
as your psychic screams cannot be heard
inside your stillness’ internal surge
with your eyes wide open
and vision blurred
your conscious static states absurd
the breeze it gasps outside
through the blinds
you feel it in your spine
and it feels unkind
it feels like a sign
mortal fear flows through your veins
your blood is boiling
your soul feels depraved
as spirits gaze through your skin
the devil in the dark
summons your sin
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10. |
danger vs complacency
02:54
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lifes made of landmines
and obstacles
hardship is human
some say a miracle
we never stop being children
of desire
and the high times make for the lowest lows
its a hell of a ride but then so it goes
some say to settle for stability
but my mind can never settle
for complacensy
cause inside of me is something more
that cant be boxed up and tied down ignored
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11. |
glowing eyes in darkness
02:47
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glowing eyes in darkness
desert cat watching still
like a statue in the brushes
in silence and surreal
I seen a reflection of my own humanity
in its glowing eyes
as my heart did beat
with my own instincts
and my human drives
when fear abounds in natures glare
youll be find
just look it back in the eye
and sing it a lullaby
though I am an animal
I am embodied mystery
and flight or fight emotions
do not have to apply to me
with free will and ingenuity
we can live and let be
because we are all predators and prey
in this universe biology
walk in the darkness
and feel no fear
see with your higher mind
into the atmosphere
desert ants and mountain cats
live together ecologically
as our species murders destroys and maims
with our technology
as we live our lives in boxes of schools
and houses and rules
and our own minds have never gazed through
the eyes of natural orders to see outside of ourselves
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12. |
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lonely cloud
in the morning sky
wandering lost in blue heights
ether birthed young and vaporized
into sight before my eyes
as a slow dawn fades
and noon sun begins to rise
as day comes to life
the clouds disappear
seared by sunshine
the day has come
after a sleepless night
and morning brightness
offers sweet respite
to a troubled minds
humble delight
illumination floods
as the moon declines
and colors emerge
from the shadows and shades
that blanket half the world
in the darkness of
spaces loneliness
as the world wakes up
and slumbers in the
emptiness of space
filled by the sun
and here I stand in
earths waking
fighting sleep
until the night is done
I watch the skies
in heavens eyes
as sleeps gravity
is defied
and the world around has
such crisp sights
oh to be born on this ride
oh for the day to come
where I evaporate into
some lonely cloud
and wake up in the sky
with my bones turned to dust
straddled between earth
and heights
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13. |
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14. |
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twilighting whiskey world
age addresses life in mindful thought
with wild oats done and sewn
and new dawns await after midnight moons
drinking everyday
liver swimming in blood
of alcoholic youth
hanging every day immune to the dirt and mud
of alcoholic sooth
time to be young again
in new ways with new eyes to see
freshly with each breath
scoring under zero point 0 3
the time has come
for exorsizing spirits
in moderated droughts
well summon them
with thirst on our occasions
but not through destructive routes
I know its not as cool
as getting fucked up every god damn day
but for far too long ive played the fool
I was never cool anyways
ill still hold your hair
when you get too fucked up
ill never be that straight edge douche
that shakes their head and points their noses up
thatd just be a dickwad move
this is a love song
for my alcoholic friends
I learned a lot with every binge
but most of all my heart learned to mend
drinking 40s in the park
dark alleys and secret shots
and late nights with friends
possessed by spirits in the dark
sidewalk slamming in the yard
with no care to pretend
with the medicine
of social bravery taken
and inhibitions lowered
my heart has searched
and discovered truths through serums
that healed with every step forward
now the time has come
to start practicing sobriety
I know it wont be as fun
but my life and liver will probably thank me
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15. |
southwest fall
02:48
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monsoons call
in a whirl of wind
in early fall
the leaves they spin
under big skies blue
the thunders din
calls the deserts name
so wild yet so tame
the air is clear
of desert dust
the dirt is clean
with a hue of rust
and the wind whispers ancient truths
in subtle styles of earthly sooth
lizards they crawl
their bodies so small
cicadas they buzz
unseen from above
and they days pass softly
in the cradle of natures display
dawns they come with
sun and rain
as heat and coolness abound
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16. |
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Cause sad stories sell
theres a market for tragety
and rags make riches with good publicity
our culture buys in sells out
markets brands of identity
sells us myths through the media
sells us stories as commodities
the media pays big bucks for ballin eyes
entertains with realities games
an ambrosia for the voyer
sugar pills sugar coated in fame
we steal the pain of others
to get morally high
we make victims then wonder
how the worlds gone so awry
we pat ourselves on the back
for being informed on our armchairs
in a society of the spectical
we sit blankly and stare
we watch the world spin
on planet earth
we watch the pulse of life grow
before its birth
as vultures circle the capital
of images framed in dollar signs
pictures perfect in flawed reflections
to get instantly gratified
big brothers getting bigger and globalized
with his imperial gaze
as 1st worlds continue to colonize
coating minds in hedgemonic glaze
our futures on fast forward
and lives flash before our eyes
we watch our own disorders
in the others guise.
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17. |
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whispering breezes
tell their tales under hollow moons
and animal eyes sense our bodies
in the wilderness dark
waking a dream in the thinktank cranium
of the world at large
in a wandering wilderness
with mankind kindling
campfire spirits
tell me, where am I?
treading on the backdrop
of landscapes of nature oh,
sitting on a vertebrae
of a mountain spine
in transcendental states
on an existential crux
with a culture on my shoulders
on a borderline
all alone with memories
of a lovers arms
taking breaths exhaling deep
into the stars
the forest cracks and crumbles
as the fire starves
and collective unconscious thoughts
they evolve
with the center of my body
buried in my skin which is
buried in my thoughts oh,
bared in mind
under silhouettes of boughs
and star-shadow blankets
in a void of space oh,
floating in the sky
my senses tendril
through feral free forests
through synaptic spheres of struggles
through space and time
metaphors metamorphosize
my point of view
and underneath reality's skin
is infinite sooth
as trees and rocks and
earth and stars are
on the move
in perpetual motion,
permanent,
eternal
like me and you
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18. |
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the truth is that well never know
just what the future holds
well have to wait and see
and life it spins, it blurs with days
the only thing we can see through the haze is whats in front of us
and we can plan all we want
and we can dream
and we can hole the futures not
as fucked as what it seems
and bombs dont drop
and hearts dont break
and seeds of thoughts
of lies dont take
but the truth is in some places
they already are
and bombs are dropping
in a wold full of broken hearts
and we cant reach through tv screens, newspapers, or magazines
to save the world
and all we know is here and now
and all we can do is try and figure how to make a change
and how to live and love in better ways that can sustain
ourselves and eachothers so the world can remain
and carry on its mortal coils
its simple joys
and simple toils
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19. |
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another day, another night
with a mind full of memories
and thoughts they spin
in senses lost
with memories of the sensory
as days are buried
in the sands of time
with an hour glass half empty
with the past left behind
and dusks have gone
since youve gone so long
but youre still fresh on my mind
and dawns-they come
as time drags on
and my heart swells ever kind
is this madness?
Will this sweet turn to sour?
Am I alone
in being lonely
in these solitary hours?
Well maybe you should just
break my heart from afar
and dispel this spell
that im under
or maybe I should just
take a breath and shug these feelings asunder
oh, im not the best of bards
or at poetic alchemy
and all the gold I make from stones
of words dont set me free
in fact, so often,
they just cage me in
a box of my own thoughts
made of paper and of pen
but it passes the time
and soothes my mind
in moments that I miss you
cause theres solace in songs
that seem to calm
the lonely beast within me
but ill be fine this I know
im used to my own emotions
I ride their highs
and ride their lows
and go through all my motions
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20. |
uke song #1
02:26
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silence depth is ringing harsh
in dim dusk,
in dim dusk
and a lonely heart, whistful craves
a simple touch
a simple touch
thoughts of ghosts
in a haunted mind
dream in halls
of nightmares bind
with love inverse
like drowning thirsts
that alone one seeks
to leave behind
with past in line
with past in line
with holy thoughts
of purity
and sacrilege's
beauty
beauty
you hold the flesh
hold the flesh
in mind
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21. |
uke song #2
02:22
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a canyon deep with petroglyphs
from native worlds past
the sun shadows the earthen cliffs
as dusk it comes at last
and bones, barren and bleached
are scattered on the path
and little fish in little ponds
bathe in lifes bath
and trees they grow
in cracks on hills
and caves are formed
with insides unfilled
oh, bury my heart
under these boulders graves
and bury my soul
inside these caves
bury me here
with no concrete
and leave my flesh
for the wild to eat
and when my time comes
please let me go
dont bury my body to waste
leave me to be naturally
in the wilderness erased
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22. |
uke song #3
03:13
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hold in your hand the pictures
electric luminous
modern magic of button triggers
syncing space for us
hold in your own palm
the people for whom you long
with contacts saved preserved
for moments that are reserved
call your mother
call your lovers
call your friends
call for business, pleasure, sickness
call the living dead
call your time away
removed from your body's space
call in frequencies
in symbols vibrating
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23. |
when i get older
02:23
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when I get older
I will talk about the weather
as I pet my irish setter
and write lots of letters
and I will wear my wrinkles
in pride my eyes will twinkle
in stride under sprinkles
of the NW rain
and we can bitch
about the kids these days
with their slang and their fads
and their weirdo ways
and all the technologies
that we cease to understand
and gripe about all our food
tasting bland
and when I get older
I hope my sex life doesn't smolder
and I still get my lady boner
I mean that metaphorically
cause things dont seem as depressing
when youre naked and undressing
and your hair is getting messy
even if youre 63
and we can play videogames
in our rocking chairs
and not worry about splitting hairs
cause some of us wont have anymore
and that will be okay
cause well all be saggy, old
and gross anyways
and well have old people problems
like bedsores on our bottoms
but we can still make it awesome
with a little humor and ingenuity
and we can play connect the dots
with all our bodys liver spots
and laugh so much until we cough
and have to go to the emergency room
and we can take our medications
on our retiree vacations
and discuss all of our life lessons
which will have abounded
by the end of our twilight years
and we can reminisce
about the power rangers,
the 90s, hulkamania,
and our teenage anger,
blast nirvana for nostalgia,
go to Metamucil keggers
and when I get older
and my coroner
shuts my folder
ill have my gravestone
special ordered
to say she really liked to loiter
and when I die
ill wake up
to the mystery
behind this mortal muck
and hopefully it will not suck
and my consciousness will just transcend into the ineffable infinity of the metaphysical universe...
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24. |
lifes a dance
03:46
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two steps forward
one step back to where I should have been
my awkward feet roamed
with youthful indecision
lifes a dance
and I dont know the moves that well
I studder with my feet
there have been moments where I almost fell
I learned to crawl
I learned to stumble
I learned to walk
to dance so humble
two steps forward
one step back to oregon
familiar footing
familiar friends
I am home again
lifes a ballet
and I just do the cabbage patch
life is a tango
and I just do the running man
lifes a waltz
and I just poplock
life is a disco
and I just do the maquerena
I dancedd a fool around western america
I hokey pokeyed
in and out of academia
some steps aligned
some steps were out of bounds
as the world turned
my steps went out of town
but now im back
with steps more gracefful
with more tact
a lil more tasteful
two steps forward
one step back to where I should have been
but lifes a dance which
does not matter what could have been
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