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Love Potion (You don't want Magic, you want Magic Bullets part 1)
I think it happens every week
some berk from the village comes to me
they're seeking magic, they think I have the answers
One potion of love the money's spent
but that's just a bottle of "not consent"
Or some other magic bullet like "cure my cancer"
Just think of all the secret truths a hag (sage) like me could teach you
Just think of all the silent voices, I'll show you they can reach you
I'll show you how to find a thread that you won't see unravel
I'll send you on a voyage that it takes no time to travel
just think of all the wonderous light that I could make illumine
you want trinckets and fortunes read, that's not what I've been doin
you ask for things you shouldn't such omens won't be friendly
Magic bullets aren't a thing that heals me or that mends me
it seems like that's the only thing your quest can ever send me
Hey you mr. Ugly Your throat should be throttled most of you want sexual coersion in a bottle
you aught to be throttled
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Rusty Hatchet
03:43
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Rusty Hatchet
Look at me! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I'm not gonna wipe my ass today!
In this dirty heart of mine
midnight is coughing time
in the buildings piping lead
fills the shadows full of dread
in the belly of my soul
there are oceans deep and cold
tells me pain's too slow to catch it
I beleive you, rusty hatchet
In this tacky fantasy
sickness seeps from deep in me
in the streets where poison steam
lulls the workers into dream
the perversion in my mind
has a ceaseless grip that grinds
all this pain has made me bat shit
hand me down your rusty hatchet
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3. |
Sudden Attractions
03:30
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sudden attractions
Someone new
on a fool's natural day I know
I had to meet her
summer mists stay on my mind
I'm not even sure why I
need her
Life's too bold
I'm getting too old
you know
I had to flee her
sunset paints the mountainside
I'm sure I don't really need her
quell your sudden attraction
don't spring to action sudden attraction
all the
time in the world is a fraction
there's never been a trillion years before
will this person come to do me harm
will they come to dig me up
cast me
in a storm
will this person come to gain my trust
which of us will break that bond
will it
turn to dust
If I come to need them all the time
wither then shall go my wits
reason
and my rhyme?
love one as you love many
as you might love me loving you
beware of sudden attractions
don't let passion get the better of you
quell your sudden attraction
don't spring to action it's not war
you might wait a trillion years
there's never been a trillion years before
think about waiting a trillion years
cause there's never been a trillion years before
there's never been a trillion years before.
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Rusty Gate (subconscious clubhouse)
(welcome to club subconscious
you will be clubbed unconscious)
Been strained all day
on working haunches
It won't be over
til
oblivion launches
in sweaty bars
sweat stained paunches
squeeze until
they go unconscious
meduna gas it's a knock out
ganzfeld glasses brain waver
isolation tank inner journey
psychomantium secret shadows
Michael Jackson sleep chamber
Everything you want
without the danger
Tripping on
entheogenics
its all safe baby
don't you panic
This place is dark
with mystery
colored lights
smoke machine
Disco Daddy
His little Donna
Dance to delirium
like everyone wanna
meduna gas it's a knock out
ganzfeld glasses brain waver
isolation tank inner journey
psychomantium secret shadows
Michael Jackson sleep chamber
Everything you want
without the danger
Tripping on
entheogenics
its all safe baby
don't you panic
Soy un Sociopath
For drinking draino
That home brewed gabba
Used to get me braino
But getting braino
will destroy
A Soi Soiciopath
A Braino boi
meduna gas it's a knock out
ganzfeld glasses brain waver
isolation tank inner journey
psychomantium secret shadows
Michael Jackson sleep chamber
Everything you want
without the danger
Tripping on
entheogenics
its all safe baby
don't you panic
I/you got no club
I'm/you're not winning
here comes the music
and that's a beginning
I/you got my/your mind
and its power
the club inside
subconsciously flowers
I/you don't need drugs
my/your brain's spinning
here comes the music
and that's a beginning
I/you got a mind
cleared of hate
time to open that rusty gate
stop and look
hey hey hey
Don't even gonna wipe
your ass today
stop and listen
hey hey hey
its time to open that rusty gate
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Signals on the Hill
06:22
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signals on the hill
there are bad omens here
many bad signs
many things I've sacrificed
to leave no one behind
and I been hunted
there's clear signs
just the end of my time
all of the water is dying
the wizened sages turn to yamring louts
and now the villages are empty
and no one is about
I don't know what they're planning
but there's signals on the hill
don't know who they are
maybe never will
are they here to rescue me or finish me off?
I'm not really sure there are
signals on the hill
who lights all the fires there
makes signals on the hill
maybe I should care
maybe never will
Are they here to purge the earth
or guide us to the stars?
I'm not really sure there really are
signals on the hill
I'm sure my father knew what to tell me
my father's dead he dont exist
the man who calls me son can not be trusted
that's not his face no who is this?
Why do they hound me?
what's the game this time?
its cold and foggy
The lights are flying closer
They catch the dead but not the dying
the dead fish river has turned mirky
I keep getting tripped up by these vines
I don't know what they're planning
but there's signals on the hill
don't know who they are
maybe never will
are they here to rescue me or finish me off?
I'm not really sure there are
signals on the hill
who lights all the fires there
makes signals on the hill
maybe I should care
maybe never will
Are they here to purge the earth
or guide us to the stars?
I'm not really sure there really are
signals on the hill
How am I coming in?
you're pretty wavy
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Bathosphere
04:08
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Bathosphere
I'm carrying some trauma to the ocean
I'm carrying some nightmares to the deep
I'll seal myself inside a tiny bathosphere
alone beneath the ocean with my grief
I'm descending to be docking with a caisson
a vast and distant adamantite vault
it's scary hanging by a single cable
but I won't be long below after I halt
chorus:
Down goes my bathosphere
carrying down my burdon
carrying it to the caisson to lock up
carrying down my grief
Down goes my bathosphere
carrying down my anguish
carry it down to the caisson to lock up
at the bottom of the deep blue sea
Down goes my bathosphere it's a terror to be down so deep
I can feel my sealed off atmosphere
and there's nothing else to breathe
When there's miles of water above me
There's two heavy hatches more to go
carrying down my grievous burdons
and sealing them deep below
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La Luz UFO Cult 1966.6
02:15
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La Luz UFO Cult 1966.6
Stay out in the desert long enough and you'll see things you shouldn't see
Keep filthy teeth rotten for long enough you'll lick up all your meat
Pray to mad gods and pray strong enough and you'll loose all trace of wit
If you share absurdities long enough What atrocities you'll comit
Master! Here is the body we brought you to abuse
Lure you from the outer void, and we are yours to use
La Luz UFO Cult 1966.6
La Luz Necrophilia Some of them remain so sick
Stay out in the desert long enough and you'll hear sounds that can't exist
If you share your madness long enough what atrocities you'll commit
Masters! Come down from blackness now we're under seige!
Masters! Strike down the deputies, I beg you lord my liege!
Master! How is this happening? they'll lock us away!
When you pray to a preditor you become the prey!
La Luz UFO Cult 1966.6
La Luz Necrophilia Some of them remain so sick
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Voices after Death
02:23
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Voices after death
All I am is you thinking of me
I think its my memory
not someone else remembering me
but I no longer live
so that can't be
There's no more time and I am free
In other lives I move in dreams
oh please be sweet now
when you think of me
cause all I am is you thinking of me
Just think of all that songs that live
but the singer lives no longer
So whatever you might choose to sing
just keep on singing stronger
Just think of all the words that wait
for you to really read them
Those who died are here in words
sometimes we really need them
Just think of all the things you said
not knowing how you've acted
we never know the good we've done
or lives that we've impacted
We'll never draw another breath
becoming voices after death
It's something that you can't concieve
and it will happen here to me
all I am is you thinking of me
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Mind Your Monkey Face
03:28
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Mind your Monkey Face
monkeys got this way of grooving
the body's dead but the hand's still moving
some of us are utter wizards
at endlessly stuffing our gizzards
we don't ever let the trail get cold
that's dopamine or so I'm told
and in the end we're all the same
we chase sensation we need game
free will is an illusion
let there be no confusion
racing with flights of fancy
seeing what other's can't see
envying the blind
I face my monkey mind
A monkey's hand stuck in the jar
let go to know how free you are
But cling too hard to what you're grasping
It ties your hand again relapsing
we don't ever give up the chase
we make descisions with too much haste
and when we don't its still a waste
dirt always has a dirty taste
Monkeys got this way of feeding
they like their meat while it's still bleeding
some of them teach master classes
on sitting on distracted asses
don't ever let the trail get cold
that's all we do until we're old
And in the end all of this stuff
will end predictably enough
free will is an illusion
let there be no confusion
racing with flights of fancy
seeing what other's can't see
envying the blind
face your monkey mind mind
So sit your monkey ass on down
for one more ride to monkey town
face your monkey mind
now rise up off your monkey ass
don't let your time speed idly past
face your monkey mind
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Mohammet's Comet
03:43
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Mohammet's Comet
He was not of this planet
Said is name was Mohammet
When he spoke I shook like waves
in jellied dreams
Then a glorious comet
shone over Mohammet
an intoxicating thrill came over me
It appeared that the bounds of the earth
had ceased to be...
And his starbeams brought beauty
shot with unbounded speed
with love and exhiliration
All the worlds at our feet
And we live on a comet
Many friends has Mohammet
Endless journey with no sorrow
fear or grief
We can see that the bounds of the earth have ceased to be
Riding on this comet, it's opening the universe for me
Now I'm free Pick any body I need
a new body for me
And a new me to be
Wonderful Mohammet, where were you going when you found me?
How did you know I would leave? Forsake my home and my life?
When you called could you see? That I would answer and heed?
When you came could you see? How much I longed to be free?
And back then wasn't I lost? with every wilderness crossed?
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New Body (You don't want magic, you want magic bullets part 2)
If there's one thing deep down
I know you know
the circus will be over
no more show
So make people happy
every way that you can
before it is finished
then you'll understand
one day you'll come for my magic
I know cause you always do
the secret is really so tragic
the truth is so true
you want those magic love potions
you're no light to the world
you just want magic bullets
and you're empty and cold
nothing makes you happy
and your talents were spent
on things that only hurt
people in the end
don't look over your shoulder
your time is running out
it seems you barely had the time
to check things out
one day you'll come for my magic
I know cause you always do
the secret is really so tragic
the truth is so true
you just want knock her out potions
and no love just a hole
you just want magic bullets
and you're empty and cold
I can't wake up
I got shadows in my dreams
Help me somebody
I don't think I feel my body (repeat)
I can't shape up
the mess is all on me
help me warm up
I don't think I feel my body
the ice you clench is cold
now that you're dying
how can you feel your body?
The chain you break is old
you think that you're free
and maybe you feel your body
The road has been too rough
feed me enough and I know
I'll feel my body
I got little magic maybe just enough
now that you're free
how do you like your new body?
repeat:
now that you're free
how do you like your new body?
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Coz the Shroom New Mexico
NOW RETIRED TO BECOME A MONK AND FOLLOW THE TAO TE CHING.
Cassette artist since 1979, Former Austin punk rocker, (18
years in Austin Texas) independent recording artist, and part of the SUCKDOG circus from 1991 to 1998. long time performance artist, writer, and psychonaut.
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