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Breakfast in Concrete
03:18
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Chris sings:
Turbulence is so strangely logical
distorting stress to clarity
meaning rests on subtle understandings
Of not causes and affect
Learn worldliness from grappling with the ordinary
Subversive not subservient
I don't care about the little things any more
Anywhere I live is beautiful
Anne sings:
All the rooms are taken at the Totem Pole Motel
We're all part of each others' patterns
The Harleys are parked in the yard
We have breakfast in Concrete
Dr. Dionysus sets his decks up in my yard
He's the master of all that's nasty
We dance all night in the barn
By the light of the lasers
This restaurant is wired for Mysterioso sound
All the mountains come from fire
The soil is rocky and black
And the wine tastes of lava
All the rooms are taken at the Totem Pole Motel
We're all part of each others' patterns
The Harleys are parked in the yard
We have breakfast in Concrete
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I’ve been playing deep on the edge of chaos
playing for keeps like there's no tomorrow
morality framed by mortality
Deconstructing from inside
a personality that's had its time
foundations of the ego crumbling
Been looking for reasons, only finding rhymes
Searching for meaning when I find the time
capabilities become uncertainties
seen too much to be innocent
lived too much for ambivalence
now I'm playing deep on the edge
Play is a source of self-control
It keeps you sane on a downwards roll
Play keeps you young when you’re growing old
Play keeps you loose when you lose control
Gives your heart a beat when it’s growing cold
Play grows heart and soul
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Cheer up Kim
04:04
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Anne sings:
Cheer up Kim, it might never happen
You're so lucky to be a rock star
You can live in a great big mansion
Everybody knows just who you are
A Jersey girl named Patti worked in the Piss Factory
She ran away to New York City, like Jersey girls do
She met a photographer there named Robert Mapplethorpe
They went to Coney Island together and wore hats
They fell in love, they were just kids
Cheer up Kim, it might never happen
You're so lucky to be who you are
You can live out there in the country
Everybody knows you're a rock star
Now, this Jersey girl Patti, she went out on the road with her band
And they became big stars. They were the Patti Smith Group
And they had hit records and travelled the world
Then she gave it all up. She married Fred Sonic Smith
and they moved to Detroit to raise a family together
But he died, it was so sad, he died.
She's back on the road with her band now
She's an artist, she's a magician, she's a shaman, she's a musician
She's a summer cannibal, she's an American artist and she has no guilt
And she shall live again
Cheer up Kim, it might never happen
I'm so sorry that you find it hard
You can be who you want to be now
Everybody knows you're a rock star
But it's hard, I know it's hard for you
I know it's hard, I know it's hard for you
It's hard for you, it's hard
take it easy on yourself, I know it's hard
take it easy on yourself, I know it's hard
Chris sings:
We talk in the language of space and of time
Live through our bodies in rhythm and rhyme
Forcing some distance from reality
Meeting the universe halfway and dancing
(If I)started again I would be a dancer
strutting with chaos with possibilities
I would weave motion with time as potential
My stage the as ifs, the nearlys, the almosts
I'm only living when I am dancing
Only real through rhythm and movement
I swing the beat and make it my own
My grasp of reality light as my footsteps
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I’m running with the black dog now
Running fast but he's leading somehow
I’m running with the black dog now
Seeing dark through black fog eyes now
I’m cutting with the black dog now
Paws are slicing through dreams made flesh now
Vitality dimming in early dawn moonlight
Tension fighting intentionality
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Baklit Plastic
03:42
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I’m perving
Over plastic
When it’s backlit
When it’s perfect
Crustacean state of knowing
Not anthropocene era
Turning into oil
But the feeling
Before there were feelings
From the maelstrom
Event revealing
I’m perving
Over plastic
When it’s backlit
When it’s perfect
Peak oil reached
Population ignoring
this dis-narration
This discourse
Even, even not believing
Trying to not knowing
Possibility conditioning
Learning how to fail
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Asteroid
02:36
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How does it feel to be an explorer?
Infinite time, and possibility
How does it feel to be out there?
Deep in space, beyond the system
How does it feel, to be out here
Looking back, too late to turn back
How does it feel to be an explorer?
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The Osiris Virus
03:25
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Anne sings:
The God Osiris on the underground
The devil's playground is always open
Maximo is smoking on the underground
The golden dragon is floating through the tunnels
My left is in my right, my right is in my left
My left is in my right, my right is in my left
My left is in my right, my right is in my left
My left is in my right is in my left
Chris sings:
Here we come, we ride into your town
with attitude, our thoughts are upside-down
Looky here, look into the future
Think Tao, you assume it can't be found
My right is in my left
My left is in the stars
my up is in your down
my down is in your head
your head is my hands
my heart is on my sleeve
I’m wanting to believe
oh yeah
Nomad thoughts, riding differently
so let’s create extraordinary worlds
we’re in a now that began some time ago
so perform in ways we need to reach tomorrow
My right is in my left
My left is in the stars
my up is in your down
my down is in your head
your head is my hands
my heart is on my sleeve
I’m wanting to believe
oh yeah
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To an alarming extent
03:30
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I’m looking for some agency
To go with my identity
But not the kind of agency
You’re calling on your telephone
Mistaking my identity
Listed as a wanted man
But now I’ve got that sorted
I’m getting on the case
I’m detecting Deducing Carousing Cruising
Searching for clues to my enlightenment
Creating an assemblage
To maximise my joyfulness
Researching all the qualities
of Eudaimonia
Mixing up some justice with
A dose of truthfulness
Wrap it in some courage
And away we go
I’m creating conceiving Constructing Construing
Putting it together the best way that I can
I’m singing I’m shouting Searching Destroying
Looking for the moment but it’s still eluding me
I’m singing I’m shouting Attaining Still searching
for two pounds of funk in a one pound bag
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Serenity 2016
02:24
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