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Line the vestibules
this sounds familiar
quash the quaker jewels
cause the bodies here 'll thrill ya
the rarest offering
from the sire to itself
infinite regress of homonculi are coffering
our superabundance on a dusty shelf
trade your wings for walking shoes
an you mind reading for silence
roads of gold for mountain paths
and peace for certain violoence
my time is backwards
my body twisted
i'm mouthing black words
from southern rivals lifted
forgotten poems shifted
to better move the common woe
a desert sifted
looking for the words to that song we both know
trade your wings for walking shoes
an you mind reading for silence
singing in the choir for singing the blues
and peace for certain violoence
it emerges now
another dear trapeze
slice through air that's thick with fate
til you feel it in the knees
to swing through darkened space
to trust to not let go
knowing thats a promise no one else can make
looking for the words that song we both know
trade your wings for walking shoes
an you mind reading for silence
roads of gold for mountain paths
and peace for certain violoence
and know that i'll still rise
to be with old friends in these grey skies
and i'll tell them where I've been
what it's like to finally tongue the taste of sin
under the heavens of berlin
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Butterfly Effects
04:56
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White shirt in a back room somewhere
making small decisions
a butterfly stirs the air
white shirt addsa pittance to the pile
but things accumulate
and soon winter's out of style
when ostrom's angels come to call
i'll be the first to clap my hands
until then lets arrest the fall
by arresting white shirt clans
red tie smiles through the lie
one hand on the bible the other brushes away the butterfly
red tie buying cheap and selling dear
the progress of our politics is only moved by fear
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Tailfeathers
06:47
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attention to the tail feathers
don’t need to be brash with your birthright on reserve
cloak it up with gray weathers
cover all the color and the curve
but if you let that freak flag swerve
a baptismal wash for your coal black nethers
headstand to the patronage we serve
attention to the tail feathers
not enough god left to pay the rent
you keep checking but the pocket is empty too
on what kind of coin can indulgences be spent
just need enough to see the tail feathers through
once you had a secret friend to talk to
didn,t talk back but it didn’t make a difference
but all those years of silence come to distance you
not enough god left to pay the rent
attention to the tail feathers
got my woodcock right in the blue preserves
time to fasten up for stormy weathers
but you can’t take it easy with the color and the curve
but if you let libido swerve
to the tools you pry form your soot black nethers
al your satisfactions will be better served
attention to the tail feathers
so head down, ground has the sound of a wanting hole
trade your archery skills for a suit of pleather
tailored by a world already full
commodotised, the flesh it needs its pleasures
can you pay the rent with a serpent wrapped in feathers
can you pay the rent with your ass as your sounding pole
selectively we piece this back together
so fill that ground with the sound of a wanting hole
so attention to the tail feathers
a nation-tribe you can’t help but to serve
but states are just a wandering of whethers
if the truth goes straight but the litany’s aswerve
so twist your back into a mighty curve
cause knowledge is power in the science of the nethers
the bird of paradise is your birthright on reserve
attention to the tail feathers
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you cant endure yourself
you dont love yourself enough
seduce your neighbor to love you
with your gildings and paints
in the language of saints
but why love your neighbor
when you can love the future
we seek the love of objects and ghosts
the you is older than the i
the you has been hallowed and held on high
but not yet the i
and so we crowd to our neighbors
now you display yourself
you think personas just enough
seduce your self love to spawn
in the social predawn
as you stifle a yawn
why love this mask you wear
and the credit card plastic in those designer underwear
why seek the love of objects and ghosts?
the i is still immature
full of selfish passions but it longes to be pure
and sing songs to the though
and love songs to all future neighbors
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Money Grows on Trees
03:11
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Money grows on trees exactky as you please
all you got to do is export suffering overseas
money grows on trees like the tickle tween your knees
growing onlike the ivy on the board of your trustees
money grows on trees like the kudzus southern ease
growing like a virus a venereal disease
money grows on trees while the third world children freeze
goodthing we got wifi and those wallstreet guarantees
money grows on trees from java to belize
making room for hamburger and liberal arts degrees
money grows on trees turning grey in autumn's breeze
some day soon the substrate will expire as we wheeze
money grows on trees
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Lustre in these times
03:03
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in these times
that whittle down reserves
some seek solace
in undiscovered curves
others wander
through the libraries of light
words meander
texts can occupy a life
fallow sins but thoughts well exercised
languages that linger in the dark
in these times
that draw the waters dry
hearts heavy
and quick with beastly cries
meek wanderings
when a bolder journey calls
souls squandering
the high-ground for the walls
fallow sins but thoughts well exercised
languages that linger in the dark
a river to your people muster
so fill yourself with secret treasure
like gold you freely give your luster
like the sun that gives freely for its own pleasure
Copywrite Darwathustra Productions
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7. |
Thus we Drift
02:32
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everybody thinks they summon the paradigm shift
we all think that we fight monsters and stare in the abyss
everybody swallows their pride
still it burns them up from deep down inside
and all things have changed but our nature thus we drift
everybody thinks their lingo is the thing in itself
everybody cries fould on jargon but thier names of god could fill a shelf
every word has its own private history
an inside to meaning the others can't see
and all things have changed but our nature
thus we drift
a process distributed in parallel
the waters from this ancient well
will irrigate the skies
we'll watch our children rise
spread their seed among the stars
a process distributed in parallel
an eden from which we never fell
the fruit of ancient trees
of knowledge and living free
til we control the end of days
everybody's private explanantion's made of animal cries
and the arrows of our longing that we shot to future skies
connections evolving created your soul
your body a mixture sex drugs rock and roll
and all things have changed but our nature thus we drift
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The Wondertwins
04:48
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dipp jonz Tempe, Arizona
dipp staffed punk rock, lofi and alt-dujour bands throughout his prolonged adolescence. Markets soured the muses, and a different path was taken. But green thoughts sleep furiously, and when they awaken they demand an audience. Thirteen years in the wilderness, and dipp jonz has returned to sing of self-overcoming, of love most biological, of destinies that are not given but must be earned. ... more
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