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conspiracy theories lie in the sky
problems arise when planets align
when pluto, saturn and earth are in line
the gods of war have an alibi...
for jack parsons star martians
for aleister crowley owl howl
the dark side of jack parsons leaves a crater to cradle his moonchild...
there's and owl on mars...
so many stars...gorillas with ties...
the homind party runs under an ominous sky...
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we have to pump life in this comatosed universe
not even jupiters breathing, he's stopped
covered in thick gaseous clouds and a detox could not be concocted that quickly...
mercury fought for control
a bottle of pills spill down the black hole
cathoder bag, i.v. in connection
to the last ripe vein in god's body...
cathoder bag, i.v. tapping into a bloodstream to balance the fever...
cathoder bag is so full, overflowing as the rings spin under the needle...
plastic tubes running from planet to planet to planet...
cold ice, blue...
to transfer the salt and the plasma...
cold venus, ice blue, anemic, losing her moons
many moons, falling, fade or divide
over and over, until an invisible size
or the dust was inhaled
lining the walls of our nostrils and under out nails
grey gave the mode of a glow, the shade of a dare
now get out, go, glide, dive and fly away...
get out, go, glide, dive and fly away...and fly
plastic tubes running from planet to planet to planet
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white man, white land, white noise
man creates static
whatever man wants, he can have it
its the madness, the madness, the madness...
slurs. racist. backwards. mass manufactured
race towards tasteless pasteur
we can't escape this disaster
damn you, fat bastard, bastard, bastard...
crossing some line society drew in the sand
what's left to do except die with that gun in your hand?!?
make a ball with your colorful rubber bands?
bounce it, bounce it, bounce it...
you felt inspired before
so now, how about war...
who wants to spar with this animals armored car?
steel vehicles travels through waves
electric arcade
a wake is held at edison's grave...
art is a hand granade
we demand more than usurping the bones of a dinosaur. ROAR!
squeezing black ink out of a rhino horn...
...on a red lake, nothing but cardinals,
mars overhead,
and the blood in my veins...wake up...see red.
You felt inspired before
so now, how about war
who wants to spar with this animals armored car?
steel vehicle travels through waves
electric arcade
a wake is held at edison's grave...
a film crews lurking in the bushes...
hollywood can't supply enough horses.
bounce it, bounce it, bounce it...
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metallic establishment
salt water tide
red # 7, green # 5
i laid down and died
drained of my pride
watch my metaphor engine just dry up inside
and the moon was so full
that it spilled!!
like oil through water down Blueberry Hill
metallic establishment
salt water tide
red # 7,
yellow lake 5!
i laid down and died
drained of my pride
watch my metaphor engine just dry up inside
and the moon was so full
that it spilled!!
like oil through water down Blueberry Hill
...essentially cannibals crawled from the amazon
civilized animals go flipping through L.L. Bean catalogs
we live in some analog world
"god" twirls its finger in the batter
puts red swirls in saturn
we climb to the moon on our DNA ladders
watch aliens take over the sky...
red # 7,
yellow lake 5
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rivers of gold
shimmering cities that glow
a robot will hold my head when i feel dead
...or i just want to die
watching the crimson blood tornado inside
i watch the blood spiral, slide down the stream
fade into gold...fade in and out of this dream
magnetic wave runs right through the city
HOT silver streak and we speak in loose change
presidents heads roll out of my mouth
tongues metallic off a mercury toothache
trying to remove that liquid god
dying inside the truly mirage
every tool the garage has in it
has spent a few minutes
inside of the mouth, inside of the hole
that takes in the gold
spits out the mold
when i do what i'm told
Chiseling!!
i chip ivory, spit ivory tusks
into the gut of Mao tse tung
my tongue flings, a gold rainbow
as the magnetic wave gets pulled underground
go volcano!
lava rock! lava rock!
...on top of that lava rock
give it dirt, give it girth, call it earth
grow the grass, burst the fern...
minerals churn underground
along the way, something has happened
when its open, they cap it
but whatever was in, they extract it
pave it around, get the gold, safe and sound
get it home, left alone...
build poems, poets build bridges
take the ash and pack an urn with it
now's the hour, when they spin to minutes
as the world turns, grab the digits!
all tomes get thrown in the shade
stitched a poem through the hand of the brave
but with a cold blade, serrated knife
that tore a slice though the fabric of life
i feel as if we've been blinded by design
the fed reserve lies inside of our minds
if you truly want wealth,
speak what's inside...
open your mind,
let it shine
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each individual tooth becomes loose leaf
so when the mouth opens
we exhale manhatten
who cares for new york
when the gap between the rich and the poor
is so massive each incoming mayor
will staple this void
with a room full of noise
but the car horns can't cover the WAR!
i feel nauseous...
my hands, they feel nauseous
all shaky like two people took over my hands
and attached to my arms, crying coconuts
all shaky like two people took over my hands
so please, sleep while you can
if we have plans
they shall seep through the sand
we could mangia, eat, nosh with a battering ram
here we stand crying coconuts!
tonight these hands...
shall pluck...
each grain of sand
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mulch skyline,
mulch tower,
grow corporation, go!
grow tall, don't fall!!
mulch!
...together we could do so much
-he say, she say...
too bad everyone's stuck in a cliché
you could read Nietsche
have to read each page
8 or 9 times before you could turn it
you might as well let it burn
open the furnace...
cover ground zero in hay,
maybe something will grow there someday...
cover ground zero in hay
try to breathe but i can't though
one world under Monsanto
genetically modified seeds - power plants - BOOM!
banana tree.
jam a broom into the hand of your family...
shaking our fists from tent city
mulch skyline,
mulch tower,
grow corporation, go!
grow tall, don't fall!!
mulch!
sauteé the vegetable stock market
harvest the crop circles
artists are clocks
we have hot hands
to stop man's illusions
we have nothing to lose-the new movement
...in conclusion
our battering ram will now operate
until the stock exchange
becomes pocket change
we shed our locks & chains
we're out of rocket range...
money is dead, hug your honey instead
breathe in the sea, feed your head
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you're not my dad
and my mom's not that bad
but the chasm she has
she's grabbing for magnets
adam & eve, make believe thing
you are not king
and i'd ask you to leave
but i'm crippled, diseased
i'm all tense, i put up defenses
senseless, i'm not what i used to be
- moody
my muscles are knotted with toxins
i try to fly my soul is held hostage
god gave me wings it ripped off an ostrich...
god gave me wings it ripped off an ostrich...
big-boned black wings
batting the hit out of street kings
circle of stars...
gang members crawling like
turtles through tar
and the cobblestone roads, crack like geodes
clouds are now lines,
chemical spines,
checkerboards cover the skies
Aztec gods live behind it...
alien bloodlines are blinded by violence
my fury unleashes a deafening silence
only to be heard by birds
big-boned black wings
batting the hit out of street kings
YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!!
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your eyes - they shine, like the 4th of july
of course it's no lie, i would die
just to walk on your earth
shading my face from your fireworks
deep in my mind
where these gears churn & grind
i will turn to find you claiming space
now, here we are, 5 points on a star
spinning clockwise, still aiming straight
create cold texture,
flourescent fixture...
pale, bony face shadows when the lights flicker
i'll spend my whole life with her
that's my word
i'll shatter and spread like the wings of a bird
the rise and the fall of my mood was from you
it had nothing to do with the moon
say what you want
how it affects me, sucks me empty
bend the reflection you lend me
guarding the moon
standing like a sundial sword in the tomb
burning down ashes, after the funeral
standing like roman numerals
create cold texture,
flourescent fixture...
pale, bony face shadows when the lights flicker
i'll spend my whole life with her
that's my word
i'll shatter and spread like the wings of a bird
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she moves from the head of the class
to the head of the mast
in the grasp of the fist
there's a crack of a whip
...viacom slaveship!!
melting away on the pinstriped pavement
today...
what a great way to describe how i feel
viacom slaveship, pinstriped pavement
reckless endangerment - you know the deal!!!
...shit!
centipedes, eels, feels their way through the ashpit
cremated clearchannel broadcasting system
heels, edge of the mast as the ship hits its rhythm...
as waves smash the glass, splash in her face
in the cashpit, a new cassius clay
c'mon in time square, everyone masturbates
slide 30 blocks - take over astor place
NY, open wide - we're coming inside...
(there is no democracy...)
as my insides collide, cognac slides in
sit still enough, feel the whole world dividing
a mountain of pearls is the throne for poseidon
or rupert...ted...bill...whoever...
they're all...stuck...together...
one giant white guy with 22 arms
horrible karma
marble-mouth, mickey mouse
mansions in florida
handsome charred abattoir
car alarm echo down corridor
heartache and war
for the corporate whores smorgasborg...
smorgasborg...smorgasborg...
all you can eat
lost in the shadows of mansions & dinosaurs
spinal cord telling my brain to decipher
the mice from the men as they
dance for the piper
cancerous crack! from the whip of the conductor
captures the lobster...
melts down the butter...
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whatever i had, i had to let go
just to get back in the flow
stress!
tension! material possessions
are piling a mile high, galvanic...
tower of babel...
buildings were buildings so tall on their own
they broke holes, through the sky, the ozone
i bleed as blue as the sky...
if i don't leave here soon i will die
god's punishing me for working too hard
i need to relax
speed off the gas pedal, settle...
objects seem far, they come into focus
breathing, changing their shape
smearing, all colors were broken
everyone near started smoking...
smoke rises out of the ashtray
there's tar in the breath of a beautiful lady
my char-broiled paycheck is gravy
trapped in a body
wrapped up in flesh, i feel godly
but there's cracks in my steps
gets really wobbly
fluctuate, bounce, starting to dry
rip my clothes off and i dive
through the riptide
god's punishing me, but god is inside of me...
how does this make any sense?
now is the time to describe this intensity
the power inside has been alive thoughout centuries
who tries to blind our identities of "gods"
we have the magic within
to make babies and napalm, "gods"
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