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The Mothers

Listen to the Mothers
A surreal sound of eight-legged groove
A serving of today's psychadellicasy
(And) when you embrace this sonic mural
We will be together, our spirits mad survivors
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Levitate

Feel Heavy
Once Felt it... Hard

Question an answer
For a thousand days
Give birth to the Earth
Then let it drift away
Open and flow
Just swinging forever
Making love to the ground
Because it just feels better

It ain't easy
Drink it in
Think a while... Spit

There's both shining and darkness
Yet they share a day
Was there a man on a cross
Or was it just a fake
Even in shame
You can't hide your growth
Though the butterfly flies
He's sinking like a stone

The killing sun
It hurts my eyes
And comes hard
Onto my skin
And as I find shade
From tree to tree
I live to learn
To dig down deep
I feel the pain
And love the hurt
I don't complain

Trancing in the grass
Suck it off the world
When you're full of it
Shrug, feel fortunate
Then go where levitation lives
Where aggravation grows
Where sleeping's too hard
On the thinking bone
Intensity is what I need
To suffer for the pleasure
Its heat, hard, life and death
Living all together
In a small room
Full of me and my friends
Trying to find the means
To justify the end
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Rain Will Fall

Lookin'
At the world go
Trying to understand
Electric wind blowin' like
A demon fan
Or a symphony of hatred
Blowin angst
Off an immaculate stage
How tranquil is an ocean
Before a storm
Like a silent play

Chanting thunder
Dance naked and I feel
So wired
It's a personal voodoo
Runnin' through my veins
Like blood
With inhibition long gone
and no real sense
of space or time
A weird vibration
Don't know my right
From wrong

Rain will fall

Poetry in motion
Both rolling
Both getting me high
A shiver went through me
A tidal wave
I only felt inside
It's an animal instinct
That takes us over
And we must survive

Four brothers make the mother
Four brothers form as one
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So Gently We Go

Fill my head with
Your nonsense
You can breathe my breath
Till I turn red
Close your eyes
Try to follow me
If you close your eyes
You can become me
You can park your shoes
On my front step
Then gently walk barefoot
Through my sunken chest
I'll shade my eyes from
The burning sun
But feel confident
'Cause we're as bold
As love... and laughter

Wake me up when
The day is late
so I can watch the sunset
and go back to bed
And dream so real
A fantastic stage
Psychodramatic means to
Uncertain ends
I'll scare you blind with
My confidence
As cool as Jesus
And his twelve best friends
The reason we can
Do these things is that
The Earth has told
Of an outrageous spring...
Remembered

We'll meet for breakfast
In the sun room
The feeling in my soul
As sweet as good perfume
Leave your sex
At the door... come in
There's ecstasy for all
No need to leave your name
Pirouettes
We will make in game
On the ceiling
Movies of our lives will play
The reason we can
Do these things is that
Our minds are clouded
And we can't see
Straight

Maybe I've played
My part
But it's a players
Art
Me and my friends
We were just living... playing
I've heard the sound
That silence makes
And I realize the world
Can break
From the inside out
Or outside in
On a breath of wind
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Not Quite Sonic

Not yet sonic
But I'd like to reach the point
Where I can say
Yes I am
But it always seems to be
About sensibilities
And not who's listening
No I'm not quite sonic
What's real in the art school
What's real in the white room
This yet to tell my conscience
Who to trust my thoughts with
Or who to love
You're oh so sonic

So and so fantastically boring
You're a fashion whore
Being real is one thing
Being nothing is something
But at this point
There's something wrong
Chemically expensive hair
Money that we wear
Will get us what?
It kinda makes you think
Only animals
Are friends... surreal friends
Truly sonic

The sights
They're embryonic
See what you want
I'm not quite sonic
The sounds
They're quadraphonic
Semi-moronic
Not quite sonic
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Production

This man
May have a shitload
To prove
He's got to settle a score
Against the groove
Infinite orgasm
Like endless joy and pain
Thunder to my ears
Like a holy rain

An aural wall of waking
Awash in purple paint
And a digging
Of the flowers in your yard
Electric rays of healing
Intensify the feeling of hatred
Towards the things you say
I ain't

Fear a man-child
His soul and semen
Pathetic thoughts he thinks
Forever
Heard you caused a landslide
Walking home
Soon slide the man-child
Under your coat

Product of your generation
Your masturbation
A master plan
A holy man
Infanticide
Decaying minds
Mass corruption

The product
And its production
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Lost My America

A chair in the corner
One leg broken
And a whisper in the hall
There's frustration
Another walk around the room
A loss of direction
Before the start

Some say a lot
With few words spoken
Some with peace
Say nothing at all
It's just a matter
Of motivation to live
Just a question
Of where to get love

Thrills and sand
Fall through my open hand
Where's my time gone
Words look for the song

Lost my America
But made my own way
I believe
To this garden
But on my face
The idea is showing
Shelter me for no reason
At all

Sunlight slanting
Paranoid
Feeling cold
A little fucked up... alone
Seems I'm spending
These supposed best of years
Quite unlike
It says right here
Cold
A little fucked up... alone

Take the face
In hands spread open
And one to one
Let the power run
Feed the mouth
That's hungry... open
Feed the mind
That wonders why
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No One

Shades of gray
Hate influence
A constant truth
Put into effect
The question
On a dead friends face
The tragic
Stance he used to fake
Passed away for circumstance

A forced exit out of
Innocence
The right to choose
Stays in her head
Systematic ignorance
A politicians
Hand in your pants
Searching
For what he don't have

Creating new obscenities
Harassed
And broken down and in
An eye towards
Eternity
A passing glance
And half a chance
At sanity
Shows you
Things... they get away

It's all we can do
To ride it on through
No one
Leaves the caravan

Feel the signs
The jazz... the band
Affection
For a certain time
A haze of mid-life
Drunkeness
You're crucified for what
You're art says
If art is
God... true art has left
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Undone

Living alone, body shaking
Cars outside
They're singing their songs
The candles wave
And I get to thinking
How people see things
And deal with them
In different ways

Trying to move forward
Like a walk underwater
Two steps back
Like a walk through silent streets
I've heard the word
Guess I'm tired of trying
Everybody
I'm saying the 'pop' is gone

Fighting the fight
With the waterline
Catching breath
And a dirty breeze
What's been used up
Has been more than needed
One river rolling
Two rivers going dry

I'm down
Undone
Down, undone then gone
Being, beyond
Soft hands
That touch the sun
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Basketball

I'm barefoot, bristling
Solitude
On my rooftop, solid
So like this come of stars
Staring at me
Who's out there?
I can see the girl
Across the way
She can't see me
And I touch myself
With just a little bit of confusion
But I'm all alone
And that's all that matters

It's the chance
I'm taking
It's the danger I like

Within this
Euphoric kind of feeling
It's just a sex high
There ain't no waterfalls
There ain't no grassy grass here
Just a casual nod
And basketball
I don't mind
Cause I'm still alive

All thoughts and feelings
Under my ceiling

This city
Hangs a sensual tension
This city
Screams for more affection
Hitting it from all directions
Just a kid
With the past of a grown man

Sold my sex
In public places
To junked out fags
With yellow eyes
Running
For their Times Square lives
Hit the river, swim in shit
But never
Tried to open my eyes
In the dark
I see dead young faces
Fix me up
And keep your Zen
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And the Experience

Snowin' in July
My girls mouth on my toes
Complainin' old ghosts
In bedsheets of love
Christmas
In my legs
A strange start to summer
But I gave it all up
In time to wonder

Just when I thought
I knew what I wanted
A dirty old man reminds me
I'm young...
"Experience
The truth of all colours
Think it out,
Feel it up
But do it right now"

How long 'till I'm real
I long to be real
How long 'till I'm real
Left home to live
And I did

Trippin' all alone

I've travelled miles
Because of my head
I've sang to myself
To keep from going mad
The land as my bed
I slept beside the road
The ground is my friend
I become the road
The longer I'm gone
Changing on the go
The better I'll know

Mother and Dad
Can only give you so much
So I gave it of myself
In the real world, love
Twenty first century
Mind expansion
I wrote my own poems
'Cause I lived 'em
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The Universe In You

It's just a thing with you
A spacious place
Infinite
Dangerous
Promising
Black with white
This night

Years of tears, emotion
Held like so... inside
Autumn
Dogs
Saturday
Nervousness
Blood
Drugs
Rage

And then it hit me
Though I saw it coming
Hard
Sheer intensity
The thinking in your thinking
The feeling in your feeling
Touched by a boy's
Restless young erection
You slam

Arms are open
Eyes are wide
What was out there
Is now in you
You drink it in
Scratched the skin
Bit the hand that hits
You had your way

Wanting some of everything
Living life
Thinking it would shine
Touched this stone
And what'd you find?
Humanity blind

A fiery red
And glowing world
Intoxicating... to a girl
Straddling life
In the atmosphere
But it's just changing times
And a few crazy people
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