1. Glowing 2. Man and The Mask 3. Object 4. Friend or Foe 5. In With the Old (Out With the New) 6. Clocking 7. The One 8. Sumanem'say 9. Fables 10. El Otro 11. 24 Pints

GLOWING

This is not how it's supposed to be.
My spark of light so dim. Unseen.
Negativity just floats adrift and no
you never know when it may cross your ship.

Emptiness has drawn on this tree.
The bark has left the inside unseen.
And with a blow the spark stops its glow
and then nothing comes out of the seed that has grown.

Sick, my body's gone sick.
Too much fog on the shore
where the light glowed before.
Getting wet by the drip, now the wick's caught in the mist.

Glowing it used to be, glowing it used to be.
Covered with brown green leaves,
but a cold wind blow that kept its glow from shining,
frozen soul, leafless watch these leaves drop.
Down, turned around like a fish out of reach
from the water on the beach.
While the cats lick their paws with these
as they wait for the feast.

When the mist's adrift, the ship will pass.
The sunrise, above the clouds, before the grass.
When the mist's adrift, the ship will pass.
The sun will rise again and clear the path.

If there was sap left in this tree,
it would reach to every leaf,
and its breathing would start
all the lights that had died out in the dark.
But it's too cold to breathe,
there's no more dreams of real life, I see,
unseen. It feels real strange to me, no more leaves.
Only this mist I see
holding me, surrounding me,
soaking up the sap that feeds, revitalizes me.
No more heat to give the seeds,
there's only mist between our reach but still too cold to feel at ease,
need its rays to come and touch me.
Well this is what I love, then why's it killing me?

How did it come to this
or have I gone to that?
This leafless soul has left me without a branch.
And with the light so dim
disguising everything.
Just wish this mist
would rise up and clear away.
So that my seeds that fell along the way, along the way,
could spark the light that blew away 'n' blew away 'n' blew away 'n' blew.
My soul will thaw and to me do so.
The branch will leak, some light should show.
Although this mist is thick and lasts,
there's hope that light will clear the path.



MAN AND THE MASK

Can I get them words outta you,
you were talking about the accomplishment
of returning to the accompliceness of earth and man, a shaman.
The daemon of constant creation
is bringing in the nation
of nature with imagination, hit,
through nurture I found it, I am it.

I'm the intention of intent,
intense to the extension of extent
of the entire entities that are working with me.
Deliverance, if I had remembrance
then I would remember once
that ad infinitum I will fly
for the lives of the infinite minds despised,
that fly high with I, High, good High, I.
I do know that I am like them
a mind with a spirit that inhabits us,
too right, could we really get to feel as it
inside we'd not die, weed not die.

We'd all fly, we'd all glide,
we'd all feel this love inside.
True spirit has no time to die.
Ad infinitum, we'd have beat them,
we'd have been him.

Well they shall love it and they shall leave it let dream be their destiny.
The ground that they step is the ground that they be.
They live as dust and grow as dust and dust is what they be.
They're living off and dying on their own mentality.

Circling through past passed
the man had lost the mask,
the glass had shattered.
Now headed through spiralling acts
he had lost the nerve to act untrue.
Bothering news for actors untrue
to the truth through which illusion grew,
through which confusion kneeled that man,
making him think he'd understand It.

With a fit did the man realise that all was lies
and that all that he had tried 'til then been useless,
actors illusions, downright confusions.
Follow down that road he'd think,
and if you're good you'll turn right (I'm ready),
yet if you'd been good you'd seen the light already.

Love it and they shall leave it let dream be their destiny.
The ground that they step is the ground that they be.
They live as dust and grow as dust and dust is what they be.
They're living off and dying on their own mentality.

Fierce are the dreams that awake, uplift, take the mind weight.
From body weight to travel lightly on high terrain.
Main are the millions of mountain peaks,
that marry the valley deeps
and carry the trees that release seeds and these,
stretch to the sun and breathe up a dream state.
We follow these and wait.
We follow these and wait.
Shadows of deeds reflect upon a filter prong,
that pokes and provokes on and on, like bong hits,
sacred or sacriligious and naked in this. Naked in this.
Fears appear as daemons in dream world,
sins appear as evil in this world,
demons gang as packs in evil clans
and rise within to battle man and
fight for this world
with might for this world
is powerful.

Love it and they shall leave it let dream be their destiny.
The ground that they step is the ground that they be.
They live as dust and grow as dust and dust is what they be.
They're living off and dying on their own mentality.
If each world is a place and each place is a world then where does that leave he?
In a place in the ground, in a group with they like he.
In a group with they like he, he will share his energy.
With the ones that are born to the kind that he be.

So It came to him that night,
that the past is the past and the future's the future.
One's made up and one's to make,
going from now to then awakened.
Hey but if that ain't happened what has?
Who are all those people wearing masks?
What are all those people wearing masks?
They terribly look like monsters.
They terribly look like monsters.



OBJECT

Picture this. A story of misinterpretation
with the rotten smell of Cheese.

So a man he walked into the station.
He sat down and stared at the sea.
He was a little stirred and shaken.
Yes it was definitely a case of L.S.D.
And he assumed to have made a gesture
of which he did not recall
and all the people were staring.

What had he done?
What he had done.

Think, think, lost and his skin
curled up with pale white fear
reaching for security.
Not there,
he's trapped in this sphere of negative perception
was created by the eyes
of the ones who stared
and now this object of filth is the pig.
And the pig is what they thought
because he thought and he was
stretching his hands through the air.
Done he had what.

And yes, the train it pulled into the station
and everyone came out to see
and as whispers went out around him
and it was taking all the air
and he couldn't breathe
and all the people they danced around him
laughing and calling him pig pig pig
with all the pointing and chanting
the pointing and chanting
the pointing through all this confusion
I lost my way.

Well now this thought that I thought,
the thought that I thought's a small one,
and it ended his life, it ended his life a mess.
Through madness there came convulsions.
Invading insanity my brain.
My bones and teeth are shattering.

What had he done?
Done he had what.



FRIEND OR FOE

Verbal one too,
high flight rising in you,
frontalizing too much too fast.
High energies come to pass.
Herbal disaster,
faster if consumed on a full moon night.
Light the spliff and ignite,
let aid come up to fight.
Demons rise, concealed by day's
dazed now content with the right time
to have their own ways,
to run the puzzled maze.
Face herbal one too.
Strike at you if they want to attack you,
and if they ain't tame they will come at you.
Are you my ally or the devil's weed?

...And I couldn't recognize the one before me.
A dark shade, a shadow of Daze.
I was up in smoke and headed to Mars...

Yeah, I recall one day as sky child.
Dreaming about no while, no time.
No ways to differentiate from all the related fate.
Those days when wild was wild and tame was tame.
None other than that other wild child breaking in me.
The calm making of me, awakening me.

...Staring deeply at the shades,
insistent I came to recognise my hidden self,
the one that tells tales to the storyteller,
and he noticed so,
smiling leaning forward concealing no more,
revealing his guiding identity for me...

It was ten of them, coming along
riding wild horses looking
as venomous as all of us.
One hundred men.
That day was dark, fit blackest night.
Animus, dark in the heart in us,
one hundred and ten beating as hard as the animals.
Burning to fight. Bloodlust.
The beasts turned on each other in heat.
The numbers came weak.
Leaving nothing but meat and the scent of defeat.
Of the reaper. Then I met god the hero
in fear of one hundred percent karma and no percent accident.
One hundred percent reefer showed me my roots. Yeah.

...The message had been delivered
and the shadow returned to the underlying depths.
This time round the tale had spoken
of intent and the interconnected.
Of sacrifice and bliss and of the invisible...



IN WITH THE OLD (OUT WITH THE NEW)

No creative description,
All the thoughts in the air
So still like a painting
You can taste, even smell the air

How do we know if it's real
When there's no communication
Or sound no color or heat
To see or feel that it is around

Did you forget the feeling
The feeling that left you
Aware of all the things
You never asked for the
Forgotten, the scared
And if it jumped out
And questioned your surrounding
In sound would you even hear it
If there was nothing else around

With your eyes you can see it
But not with the hardest stare
No forceful deed would ever
never get you there
And if it sounded out answers
Would you listen to its sound
Then stop your doubts that it is
And always is around



CLOCKING

The Sky's divided into two,
it's what you see and what you don't
Lost tracks, distractions,
Livin' like it were plastic while
our soul's elastic and bare
We see what we see
and think without thinking
we know what we're knowing
Still rollin' with the same notion
That all is divine - it's misleading
these things that we see, what we see
what we see

These are the sounds of the hourglass
that melt away as time passes
the shadows change their places
in their solar slow motion rotation
wasting all this emotion
on everything but local commotion

This is the sound of the clock
A silent ticking that's catchin' up
when you're not lookin'
it's the cast of a spell
Where did it all go?
Down the hallways of delays and echoes
Through this space we chase what tocks
and we're hypnotised,
left unconscious of our own clocks
We'll feel this wait when all is done
Then conscience hits and all is gone

Oh this clock blinds you,
It's what you see and what you don't
you can't tell the difference
between our plastic and the elastic soul that's there

This is the sound of the clock
A silent ticking that's catchin' up
knowing you're not lookin'
it's the cast of a spell
Where did it all go?
Down the hallways of delays and echoes
Through this space we chase what tocks
and we're hypnotised,
left unconscious of our own clocks
We'll feel this wait when all is done
Then conscience hits and all is gone

These are the sounds of the hourglass
that melt away as time passes
the shadows change their places
in their solar slow motion rotation
wasting all this emotion
on everything but local commotion



THE ONE

Today is just like everyday,
hurt somebody day,
day you can't control your body day.
Today your mind is separated from the day,
yesterday your mind was separated from the day,
I would not mind if it weren't every day,
I would not mind if it weren't all day,
think it would be o.k., I always say, hey.

Strange in this life game
Body terrain
Shame we play these games
Without change

Sorry about what I've said,
but then again truth is meant
and what is said should be meant,
and what is meant should be said.
Don't you cry or lament
cause you can't understand,
understand why you're the mask,
understand why I'm the man.
Man can the panic,
can the stress.
It ain't good for you to worry,
it ain't good for you to fess.
Check yourself as anybody else
and try to help yourself, like that
you'll help the world itself.
The only way to go is to grow,
surpass our ego.
The only way to show that we know
is to grow into an honest way to go
and so an intuitive way to go
is only natural and sential
and this human way we go now
is purely rational, unbalanced.

Strange in this life game
Body terrain
Shame we play these games
Without change

Strange in this life game
Body terrain
Shame we play these games
Without change

The cries of a baby are both fearful and hopeful
and the dreams of a child are both fearful and hopeful
and the words of one in love are both fearful and hopeful
yet hopeless is fearful
and fearless is hopeful.



SUMANEM'SAY

It's a bubble if you can feel it
if you're not too numb to dream
It's connected to everything
The crop, the cream,
The sugarcane, space and the sea.

So leave it, breathe it, so feel it,
cuz it's the only thing that's yours
We're all in store for a big surprise
if we don't have a look, open our eyes

Now did you really think that you were that really big?
And did you really think that it was all really small?
That you caused no effect on the things that you reflect
That you were disconnected from the meaning of it all

Now there could come a day where this could disappear
From all our lack of sense activity, Forgot one there,
it grows on you, and it grows in me
Just like the resin in a bud of a tree
We've been dehydrated, our roots been lifted up
with no more soil touch almost the whole crops
Been sold down the dark cave, the lightless, black black hole.

Now you've heard the stories of the great big wrath
and the reappearing hints of the stories of our past
Now there you thought that you were that really big
and there you thought that it was all really small
Now there could come a day where this could disappear
From all our lack of sense activity, forgot one there
Now there could come a day where this could wash away
and in our dreams is where we'll stay

Now there could come a day where this could disappear
From all our lack of sense activity, Forgot one there,
it grows on you, and it grows in me
Just like the resin in a bud of a tree
We've been dehydrated, our roots been lifted up
with no more soil touch almost the whole crops
Been sold down the dark cave, the lightless, black black hole.



FABLES

She was like a bud in disease
Set her mind upon solution,
analysed the prophecies
and failed to see how Kokopelli
figured grand on his story of man
on the story of heaven on the hysteria of land
populated by the peoples
who surrounded the fertility god of Seneca land
The man and the raga
brewed up a life saga
of uncontrollable horror and bliss.

The rainmaker was met by
believers and disbelievers
Lightning struck and all took flight
But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens
Unaware of the Indian's presence - thunder then rolled

She who was a bud in disease
had her roots within the ground
and her ears could hear the sound of his breathing
She stared at the sky, mentalised the true meaning
The question was why, the question was what
The answer was he, Kokopelli, had his feet upon the ground
and his head upon the heavens
Seven times the sound unravelled to
announce his fertile presence, before he said

I'm a big universe,
small body so old in a new place
Died before, before I ever was, was not
If Bad is on the run,
Then Good is at the heels until the pressure overcomes
and Bad is on its knees
and then Good passes on the run
inciting Bad to come and chase it
as in child's play.

She could now see that he
had a number of solutions
and he walked the prophecies
For he, he cured her disease
and assured her that she be
aware of destiny
to touch Fertility
Join their hearts and their souls
and united they breathed
By their parts and their goals they proceeded to be.
A child came, a call came
and he was on his way
She knew she had to stay.

I'm a big universe,
small body so old in a new place
Died before, before I ever was, was not
If Bad is on the run,
Then Good is at the heels until the pressure overcomes
and Bad is on its knees
and then Good passes on the run
inciting Bad to come and chase it, chase it

The rainmaker was met by
believers and disbelievers
Lightning struck and all took flight
But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens
Unaware of the Indian's presence
The light and smell permeates the both of them.
Life was being generated, deep in his eyes she saw that he had love for her.
He spoke and thunder then rolled.



EL OTRO

Veinte comigo veinte uno
Truenos encarnados humanos encantados
Unos mas que los otros donde vivo
Muchos menos que los unos donde vivo
Se dize que te rompan los truenos
Creeme por lo menos lo haremos bien

Por lo menos ya sabemos quien somos
o empezamos a ver
A saber
A ver como
Como, como soy momo,
si momo esta en como quien a momo mira
Y en como quien a momo mira ve
Y en como momo mira, como puede ser
Muchos en uno o uno en muchos
Escucho al uno
Mucho alumno
De la vida bien vivida, por algunos
Raizes en la tierra
Cabezas en el uno cielo

Don't fear peer pressure! (x4)

Mierda, he pisado en mierda
Pensando en porque
Pensaba en mierda la pise
Me rei
Sabiendo que la duda no ayuda
El miedo no ayudo
Lo malo no ayuda solo ahunda a los flacos
y enfada a los fuertes
Que feo lo veo
Que feo que no hay
Deseo de cambiar
Deseo de mejorar
Deseo de caminar
Porai testigo
La tormenta sigo
En ella vivo, de ella soy

Voy y voy, voy e vengo
Tengo lo que soy
y tengo lo que tengo
Bueno.
Tanto o loco
Poco me importa um comino
Solo me importa el camino que camino
A mi los mios
Mejor o peor
Los mios
Destino
Vida

Don't fear peer pressure! (x4)

My hermano jesus me pregunto
Dime una palabra que rime
Con la palabra de dios
Hostias, dije yo
Que bellas las estrellas
Que bella la tierra
Me gusta tu pregunta
Me gusta tu busca
Pero mas quisera yo,
Si pudiera yo
Pues lo hubiera hecho
Si no puedo lo intento
Si no lo intento me muero
Si no puedo lo intento
Si no lo intento me muero

Don't fear peer pressure!


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