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| 1. Redefine |
| Picture the scene, where whatever you thought, would, in the blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated. You'd be sure and that every line drawn relected a life that you loved, not an existence that you hated. So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight? We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paint. Let's figure out what the fuck it's about before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out. I'm sick of painting in black and white. My pen is dry, now I'm uptight. So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. Redefine. |
| Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink yeah, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides. Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you now? You're the human magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes? It's in your nature, you can paint whatever picture you like no matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight. So midify this third rock from the sun by painting myriads of pictures with the colours of the one. I'm sick of painting in black and white. My pen is dry, now I'm uptight. So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. |
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| 2. Vitamin |
| I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily. And I wonder, will you digest me? Into the sleep machine. I won't plug in, in fact, I'd rather die before I will comply. To you, my friend, I write the reason I still live, 'cause in my mind it's set. The vitamin is ripe to give. Coming closer to another 2000 years. You and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine. |
| I'm born. I'm alive. I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere upon which I reside, is asleep on its feet. Should I go back to sleep? We orbit the sun. I grow up. My open eyes see...A zombified somnambulist society. Leaving us as vitamins for the hibernating human animal. Do you see what I mean? You stare at me like a vitamin. On the surface you hate, but you know you need me. |
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| 3. New Skin |
| Look closely at the open wound. See past what covers the surface. Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes the stage. It's all been saved with the exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? It's all been seen with the exception for what could be. When will we be new skin? Fallacious cognitions spewed from televisions do mold our decisions. So stop and take a look, and you'll se what I see now! |
| At first I seen an open wound infected and disasterous. It breathes chaotic catastrophe. It cries to be renewed. Its tears are the colour of anger, they dry to form a scab. To the touch, its stiff and resilient, underneath, the new skin breathes. As outwardly cliche as it may seem, yes, something under the surface says, "C'est la vie". It is a circle, there is a plan. Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. |
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| 4. Idiot Box |
| and recreate. TV, what do I need? Tell me who to believe! What's the use of autonomy when a button does it all? TV, what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Let's do our mom a favour and drop a new god off a wall. Let me see past the fatuous knocks. I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box! Let you see past the feathers and flocks, and help me plant a bomb in this idiot box! From the depths of the sea to the tops of the trees to the seat of a lazyboy...staring at a silver screen! |
| You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches, you can't make me think like you, mundane. I've got a message for all those who think that they can etch his words inside my brain! TV, what do I need? Tell me who to believe! What's the use of autonomy when a button does it all? So listen up, glisten up closely all, who've seen the fuckin' eye ache too. It's time to step away from cable train. And when we finally see the subtle light, this quirk in evolution will begin to let us live |
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| 5. Glass |
| you'll see we exist as well! Like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingredients trapped up inside. Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you, I guess that hard shell represents your pride. Oh, if only it could be different we could uncover the you, you deny. Between two, a small discrepancy, one complicates and one simplifies. TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!! So if I had a dime for every time you walked away, you could bet your bottom dollar that I'd be filthy rich by noon today. |
| If I had a dime for every time you walked away, I could afford to not give a shit and buy a drink and drown the day. But your pockets, they are empty, yeah, and mine are times two. So why not make an about-face, and accept the love I send you? You're never gonna be content if you don't try, try to see outside your line. There you go, you did it again! You act as if there's a blinder on your eyes. Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?! Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, |
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| 6. Magic Medicine |
| 'Hyena, I hate you! Hate you!'" I found a sound in the house one day. If someone lost it, I'll give it away! This sound I found said, "This sound belongs to a hot?!? Hot?" The magic medicine worked! |
| On this page you see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus. I wonder why? Turn the page, thank you! "Don't say things that hurt others," said the pussy cat, "like, 'Isn't that hippo fat?' Or shout, |
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| 7. A Certain Shade of Green |
| "Choose now or lose it all," sedate your hesitation? Or inflame and make you stall? You've been raised in limitation, but that glove never fit quite right. The time has passed for hand-me-downs, choose anew, please evolve, take flight! Your gonna stand around till 2012 AD? What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green? I think I grew a grey watching you procrastinate. Green...What are you waiting for? A written invitation? A public declaration? A private consolation? |
| A certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead. Could someone please expalin to me your ever present lack of speed? Are your muscles bound by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear, and street signs point the way. Are you gonna stand around till 2012 AD? What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green? I think I grew a grey watching you procrastinate. What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green? Would a written invitation signed, |
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| 8. Favourite Things |
| now aware that I'm alive and way ahead. Too bad the things that make you mad are my favourite things. And I'm so happy. I see you looking, I know that you're thinking that I'll never go anywhere. The things that I've done and the things that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care. |
| I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty, and I know everything you hate in me. Fill me up with over-pious badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favourite things. Remember all the lessons fed to me? Me the young sponge, so ready to agree. Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead, |
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| 9. Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song) |
| Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity. For years, I kept to myself. Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf. Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy, and we'll be there. So I call you on the tin can phone. We rendez-vous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone. I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free |
| I'm home alone tonight. Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight. I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible...with you. So I call you on the tin can phone. We rendez-vous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone. I may have found a way for you and I finally fly free. When we get there, we're gonna go so far away. |
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| 10. Nebula |
| lay my pencil to the prous page and let my lunatic indulge itself. Wander off into your nebula, your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive! Wander off into your nebula, your tangerine of electricity is ripe on a vine, so pick your prize! |
| Do you enjoy your sight inside? Disconnect and let me drift, until my upside down is right side in. Society must let the artist go, to wander off into the nebula. In little black book, do I confide!! Upon return, I conjure what was seen. I let it pulse and boil within my limbs. I |
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| We passed my house at least an hour ago!" Over and over, we ask ourselves why don't we utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? It's 5 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!" I'm way too deep inside to go home...I've got to get sane! |
| 11. Deep Inside |
| It's 3 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?" It seems we've wandered out of bounds again! (Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains!) I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? Man, I've got to find my way back home, but I'm too deep inside. It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where did I go wrong? |
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| 12. Calgone |
| my soiled sheets, the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe. It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me), then I heard the voice say, "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!" I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over. I guess I'm the culprit for running out of gas. Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his "Triple-A" fee. In actuality, I let the zetas probe me. Yesterday was all my fault. I let negativity get the better of me. Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds! They temporarily set free this quandary. |
| On my way home, police car pulled me over. After they left, I puttered out of gas. "Triple A" came, but my card was expired! I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time. I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted! They put cold things in my butt. The sampled a bit of my DNA. The left me on top of my sheets. I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me. This day sucked the hardest ever...I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. A little bit less than nothing would go my way. I got up to toss |
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