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Planet Paradise
04:48
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I like to be in a good mood,
You say that’s too much to ask;
My work improves when I’m feeling good
You say, why, that’s blasphemous!
We’ve been together for so long now,
This game is going nowhere;
We’re lonely as a planet moving around
In a silent deep space!
I love to share a good show,
You say a fence is man’s best friend;
When I don’t feel owned by what I own,
You say, what’s wrong with you then?
But if I‘m to break down in tears
And darkness spills from my sides;
I’m the last you wish to come near
Please don’t leave me to die!
Oh Planet Paradise,
Shower me with brightness;
Glory in your eyes
Wrapped in layers of sadness!
Planet Paradise,
Let your beauty dazzle;
Out of mind, out of sight
Sets a dangerous model!
Planet Paradise,
Home of the imperfect;
Libido in disguise:
Your love is no secret!
Planet Paradise,
Everything must go;
Bags under your eyes,
Windows to the soul!
Planet Paradise, my futuristic baby,
What’s there to not get?
At times it feels like Dangerfield (Rodney),
Like I don’t get no respect!
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Home
03:45
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In a world gone mad, watch man kill man
Where sport is war and war is sport;
And even though they’re killing each other
It looks as though they’re making love;
But if you wanna dance, let me hold your hand
We’ll spread the light of understanding!
For what you say they will kill you,
Say, you died, at least you tried
To counteract one mean machine
Controlling what you think you see;
Coz it ain’t so hard to get used
o being numb or obtuse!
How dare you question the official narrative?
The word of God as told by men
Who pass it on to their children,
Just as it was passed onto them.
Well I’ve been to heaven, been through hell
And sought a divine inmost self!
In a world gone mad, according to plan,
Circles of power, follow the cash;
And frack her, mother, earth she cries,
Generation soldier on the rise;
So let it be known, let us be no more
When the bees cease to be!
Here’s a tune that sounds like you
Passing time on the road
To the place we never knew,
Home of the philosopher’s stone!
Here’s a tune that sounds like you
Passing time on the road
To the place we never knew,
Home at last, in love we fall!
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Veronica’s Song
05:25
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Feels like we just got here,
Somewhere near the end;
So you come then leave,
Expanding space since way back when ...
I planned to meet you but wanted it
To look as if it were by chance;
A little thing, seemed, a big risk,
For a shy one to boldly ask
If I may have this dance!
From my shadow side, unexamined,
You seem perfect and easily offended;
I know your type I used to be you,
Honesty makes you feel beautiful and blue;
You say let there be light
Then spread the darkness in space time;
I’m touched by your heart of gold
Stung by your logic of cold!
At the darkest hour, before dawn,
Lifts my spirit a mirage of hope,
Before you just about kill me,
New age yoga lady;
Now you me and the surroundings
All, figures in a painting,
Occasionally coming alive,
We don’t forget our place as still life,
We long to forget our place, as still life!
Oooh … Veronica’s Song!
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Opa!
The type I am, what I’ve become
And what do you know? In this hole I call home
Is a place of wonder and sorrow!
The light, I am, what I’ve become
Put on some show that no one saw
In your trash I found my rose!
All out of time, down the mine
Running out of air, huddled workers await
A disaster to be averted!
Cutting corners, safety measures,
Boss said: “Fine, I’ll pay the fine, and don’t you
Give me your tired, your poor….!”
Some love New York, hate New York,
The one n only, check it out buddy,
The beast and the beauty!
Such ups n downs all over town
From hero to zero, and why settle
For less than the kingdom of heaven!?
On her last day, sweetheart Jane
Was running late on a date with fate
When struck by a subway train!
The life, I am, what I’ve become
To serve you a cautionary tale
Of memories installed or erased!
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What Forms Us informs Us
05:23
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What forms us informs us we’re out of focus,
What forms us informs us we’re off balance,
Adapting, changing, carbon based form;
Fall out of Eden, behold, frontal lobe!
What forms us informs us nothing’s what it seems,
Dressed in daylight, talking like a dream,
Perhaps everything is just as it seems,
Whatever it means that keeps bringing us here!
What forms us informs us in symbols, naturally;
Collective subconscious live stream,
Charging soul images with electric emotion,
The Godhead breathes stills into motion!
What haunts us informs us you’ve been split,
Once your madness lost its wit,
What looked like you, felt like someone else,
Not quite alive nor exactly dead;
Living as it were in a silent movie,
Lips always moving soundlessly;
How can it feel so unreal, just walking
In a dream from which you can’t awaken?!
What forms us informs us, oh walkabout!
Face of wilderness, get lost to be found!
What forms us transforms us, oh holy sound!
How strange it is for us to be here now,
Going round n round!
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Sick n tired, can’t afford to retire
I know I’m right, wrong, not beyond
Testing, testing!
Down to the wire, bird for hire;
Lord, I found a home in your song!
You make my heart sing,
Straw man plays the marketplace;
You drown the days in a drink,
We’re all too scary to face!
I love you, we’re a family
Of the wild old wise tree;
Don’t know how we got here,
Out for love or out of fear;
What you see is what you get,
Everybody plays the angles;
What you see isn’t what you get
Everybody covers their asses!
So you’ll snap, then, screw that, I’m overwhelmed,
Lets forgive, lets not forget
We are dust from the stars!
I got your back, well, you got mine when
I wake up looking like a shipwreck;
You make my heart sink,
I make your blood boil;
You drown the nights in a drink,
Tin man trades blood for oil!
I love you, we’re a family
Of friends and frenemies;
Perfect in each and every way,
So where do we go from there?!
What you see is what you get;
Get it now, valued customer!
What you see isn’t what you get;
False flag, crisis actor!
Don’t you ever, don’t you ever, don’t you ever wanna see what it’s like? ( Your shadow side);
Don’t you ever, don’t you ever, don’t you ever wanna see what it’s like?/ (God-like)
To be the mind that can’t see what it’s like to be the mind that can’t see what it’s like;
To be the mind that can’t see what it’s like
To be onion-like at heart-less;
Arise, refined, through chaos of voices!
-Magnified is the peace I feel following Wicked unease!-
To be the voice that can’t hear what it’s like to be the voice that can’t hear what it’s like
To be onion-like at heart-less,
A fountain of light in a heart of darkness!
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