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Philosophy
05:24
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Been workin'
On nothin'
And the night won't come
The day
It lasts so long.
The garden is dead
But the sun is bright
I feel alright
Been workin'
On nothin'
Cause there ain't nothin' to do
But
somethin'
My knees feel loose
My muscles got juice
I'm young
I'm almost done
Been workin'
On nothin'
And the night won't come
The day
It lasts so long.
The garden is dead
But the sun is bright
I feel alright
Philosophy, philosophy
This is my philosophy
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I wanna live my life outside of me
I wanna be a flyin' machine
I wanna have my air for free
I wanna give so I can receive
So many souls and radio waves
They don't collide, they don't decay
I wanna live my life outside of me
I wanna be a flyin' machine
I wanna crush my toes in the sand
I wanna shove my guts in the land
So many souls and radio waves
None of them collide, none of them decay
My shadows seem fine
like a dark studio
hiding
from the world of light.
They live on
cracked concrete
emanate from my cracked
skin
time cracks
anything with a beginning
and it all has
a beginning.
Worlds of the past show
up one by one so
faint and pointless
yet I consider them
for hours, amazed
about the short distances
they traversed, distances to me
which are eternal and untouchable.
Through the space-ocean
we speak
with our minds and the feelings
they fill
our bodies with.
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Eon
04:28
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In the days when the sun rays came down
And touched my face
My feet were glued into the ground
My heart could hear all the sound
I lived
So big and wild
I felt so untouched and mild
I went to the river and washed my face
With the sins of the lives before
And I killed all my lies before
They came
I saved myself from the war
We want to save the others from
In the eons
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4. |
The Huge Present Tense
05:18
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Was I born from the woods?
Wild and only trying to survive?
Yesterday is no kind of reality
Drove all the black night on
Narrow two lane highways
Until the clock came full circle
1000 miles later
Thunder, lightning, show me
How clouds look at 100 miles distance
In the deep brunette evening
All her hair tickling my sense and sensations
When 100 became 50
And 50 became 5
The lightning was thick
This Woman was powerful
But was I born from the woods?
What are these ideas I'm considering?
Last nights ceremony two states away
Rumbling I imagine
People in Indiana and wonder if they are getting it now
Can they believe how I experienced the same Woman
Who slid next to me beneath my sheets last night
When I had nothing else
But was I born from the woods?
Am I only trying to survive
Or do I have some nonsensical delusions?
Wild. I feel so wild.
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You are the sun
You are the school yard
You are who's next to you
Loop
Into different ways
In the different days
And the different ways
For ya different days
And then ya cut through the maze
And then ya rip through the red tape
Ya cut through the maze
And then ya rip through the red tape
To cop a buzz
To kill your shoulder shrug
The city needs your head
To sustain
You are the sun
You are the school yard
You are who's next to you
Loop
Into the different days
And the different ways
And the different days
For ya different ways
Ya cut through the maze
And then ya rip through the red tape
Ya cut through the maze
And then ya rip through the red tape
To cop a buzz
To kill your shoulder shrug
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Urges
06:06
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The urges to sex
The will to kill
I gotta let go
Of this trying to get my fill
Where does the good life take us
On this road?
Take me home
Take me home
Come sit in this space with me
Touch my lips
Feel my bones
Know my heart
And we'll be home
The urges to sex
The will to kill
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