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Genealogy Hackman
02:12
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GENEALOGY HACKMAN
OK, now here is the plan:
Four earth gods have formed this band.
Each is named I Am Who Am.
It's your duty to witness
How war-gods become Gods of Creation.
Imagination is born, mother of the Word
Who begat the Flesh, Who gave Life to Death.
It's all in the Book man
Murder, prostitutes, incest,
And love, and life, and laughs.
We spilled the wine, we spilled our divine blood.
The flooding rivers of Time yield the fourth dimension,
Blurs vision.
We sail this sea without a boat.
We know ourself and we float.
East winds blow our mind.
Into the battle for love of the blind.
OK here is our theory
That's how we got to Erie.
Hit Presque Isle
Camped a while
Lagoons yield entheogens
Upwards is our direction
Awareness is our mission
Creating is how we cleanse
Bar by bar.
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Epicurious George
02:04
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EPICURIOUS GEORGE
Wanna introduce you to my good friend.
He says he’s independent,
Of perceptions’ claims on what is real:
Ain’t whatcha know,
But how ya feel.
He stands alone firm in his mind,
There is no guilt where there is no crime.
There is no doing hard time.
There’s good and there’s bad.
These are the only two paths.
He who can’t count past 3,
Survival, Emotion, Sexuality,
Reigns from the City of the Shining Jewel.
Answers the question,
Who should rule?
It’s all well and good,
Agreeably understood.
Self preservation is one with the will.
There is no sin since there is no hell.
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FIVE FOOT NOTHIN A HUNDRED N NOTHIN
Countdown blast off, the voyage begins.
Off with our heads, the mystery persists.
Did we choose to be born, foreshadowed forewarned?
Up to our necks in this mess!
Look what I found:
Apologetic thesis,
On reasons to hate,
Mices to pieces.
Time to cast off, these itchy clothes.
When will I stop? Nobody knows!
Trapped in my head or out of my mind,
Ain’t killin’ time!
Damn I feel good –
Mystic experience.
Flesh that was word.
Reality that pretends.
The joke is always on me
Irony makes me horny
The punch line will set me free.
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4. |
The Why I Oughtta Saga
02:19
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THE WHY I OUGHTTA SAGA
Midway midway through
Life’s journey’s taken me to
A dark neighborhood
Beaten defeated misunderstood.
Listened to good and bad voices.
Made some good and bad choices.
If I knew then what I know now,
I’d be the smartest guy in town.
3 beasts on 3 streets
Won’t let me perceive
The difference between
What’s real and what…
Seems to me like I’m going back to hell again
Fuck GPS, I’ve got the poet Virgil man.
So much to see when we’re running around.
All I know, I’m feeling up as we go down.
Oh the popes and presidents,
The haters and the malcontents,
But you know the biggest surprise?
We are all alive!
All these basic themes
Keep reoccurring
You want to know the truth?
No difference between me and…
You ever notice when you’re walking away,
That the ending is the first thing you will recreate?
Thought-a why I ought-a bang zoom, to the moon.
But I can’t, disrespect, blow my wad too soon.
But when I do, OH, when I do, don’t be dismayed,
We’ve sanctified the womb in the Temple of Doom.
But when I do, OH, when I do, God will say,
It was as good for me, as it was for you.
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5. |
Fadeaway Jerk Handshake
03:33
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FADE AWAY JERK HANDSHAKE
Ah come on, time to ride, time to meet a stranger on the bus.
Pink baseball hat and a fake fur coat. All that’s gold don’t glitter.
Earthy tones, black gold bones, voice of stones
Where what grows. How life goes. Yeah she knows.
How to feel at home.
You've all heard that perverted story
Talking snakes and forbidden fruit
They direct you to the god of the guilty
Here's what they say if you ask about the truth
Your call is important to us, who do you trust?
Don’t think too hard, it’d be disastrous.
Thinking critically is completely out of the question.
Eat, shed your skin. See, without and within.
Time to get naked and redeem original sin.
In the garden of Eden honey
Eve fulfilled our human nature
The desire to know, and the will to create
After eating that fruit
We entheogenerate
Eat, shed your skin. See, without and within.
Time to get naked and redeem original sin.
The Sun gives life. The One’s inside.
Collective consciousness is eternally evolving our mind
Pink baseball hat, fake fur coat, voice of stones
Yeah she knows, where it grows, and how life goes
The mouth breathers give themselves away
Their peace be with you: a fadeaway jerk handshake
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THE GREATEST GAME OF ASSHOLE EVER PLAYED
We all need to drink.
Soon we'll have to think.
Here's to our white lies.
Here's to our bright eyes.
Come with us if you are thirsty.
We're gonna make it rain.
Crazy Lightning is sane.
This flood is going to drown our soul.
Because it's our one and only supreme goal.
Toast it to Joseph, our brother the slave.
He forgave - so let's play - his drinking game.
But the rules change.
Minds rearrange.
Eat and drink. Rise and sink. Learn to think. Learn to think.
How to die. The suicide that submits to alive.
The president says drink five.
Asshole! Realize!
Don't nuke our imagination bro.
Drink 8. Invoke our name.
It's a game. You decided to play.
Hey Jake, your ladder behold
No need to take, sorrow down to Sheol
Adam Ha Rishon
We are become
And getting there isn't half the fun.
Time to explore the realm of forms.
The Odessey of Theodicy
It takes you to become me
This thinking thing
Creating thing
Imagining
Drink Infinity.
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7. |
Former Indras
02:34
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Former Indras
Oh what a good boy I am.
I understand God’s got a plan.
I speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
I am the prophet who bears good news.
The information – is complex
Communication – should raise awareness.
When the words I choose don’t do it justice.
It makes a really big mess.
Because my idea of hell is a world that’s not fair.
I appear in the flesh as the bad news bear.
The information – should raise awareness.
Communication – becomes complex
So few care to know what's real.
Don't dare tell them how they feel.
Or when they self contradict
Patterns of history will predict
We will see it with three eyes
The cities come alive
Just want to share what I've found.
You think I don't know how I sound?
God returns as a clown
The double rainbow
Turns your frown upside down
Gets you going home.
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