WHO KNEW THE ENDS WOULD BE A SNORT, GTF OFF THE ROCKY ROADS
Feeling the tastes of the killers who create the forms and material you see, chords of Sky
Up and down the scales that call the angels back down to the ground from up on the high
Where they fly as they disappear into the twilight zone, running it all out until it's all done's
Intent to redeem the failure of the hits and misses that fired from the gunpowdered guns.
Give the drink and food away for free, it'll kill you eventually in the end, just because it is
Right there since the teats got stuck into your lips, after the diapers and schools of Knocks
They were both hard ones and soft nudges that moved me away from the source of OZ
Bums and junkies havin' their periodicals and articles published on Skid Road's wine buzz.
Boredom AKA ennui of the all too human, frail skulls and other 20 bones of the framed ego
Just in case you need to know if you're asked, there's no way in hell to set foot in 7th heaven
It's not where I left it back in the day afore my Con conception of gettin' over on a thin dime
Ten cents in my pocket before I had a lick of sense, spent it on cokes and bubble gum slime.
The flight of your mother's egg from her filopian tube is like bringin' riffs down from cloud 9
Circumstances of the causes and effects that came before you and will come after a goal line
Sick of the health inside and out of the diseased monkeys swingin' through the bush & sand
Apes and apples in the garden of Eden, all you can say is WTF over, have faith, God's no man!
Down in the womb's room, prayers for the health and mortal birth of a thought in divine mind
It's gonna be gone before you know it so enjoy the moment, could be a tomorrow, you'll find
In the center of the darkest place you know, a diamond shines the light of the deepest mine
Gone fishin' and never going to the middle of the ocean where the mighty have fallen in line.
On ships at sea, sunk by the holes in the wood and metal from Earth's mantle of Rock & Roll
Free to the ones who seek it and a high cost for the ones who need to fire up a toilet's bowl
Smokin' the stems, the seeds, the flowers and the whole shebang, it's a creation of my God
What I am is what I am is what you are or what, you cannot be what you're not The Hot Rod.
Angels born in a void of everything you know, what you don't know that it's a reincarnate Id
Ego of destiny to run the numbers and the streets until the Super Ego ruptures it's old s#-IT
Jello smokin' in the oven, turnkey operation to make the Evil reverse into the Live, God vault
Babies and their great grand-parents let the ones in between do the work, it's all their fault.
Trees bear the fruit eaten in Paradise, it ain't my fault I got hungry for being The Great One
Everything imagined could be the product of the imagination of an unknown 'X', a God's son
Grim reaper cancelling the Savior's attempt to cancel the Father's sentence to eternal Halls
Drivers and riders atrophy, all get there at the same time, a Black Hole intro, sucking 8balls.
Play on the stage, acting like a star or a role player in the game of Strategy & Monopoly scat
It's a finale we're all after because we had an origin, if we were immortal, we'd not die so FAT
Bones moved and then they got pulverized by the crush of nature's dark-side romp of an ID
Came down a fillopian tube on a journey from nowhere to nowhere, a cycle of ape humanity.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, June XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPST
{ Jammed this while trackin' @GovtMule 1994 concert in @Wetlands, NY ... i LOST MY COOLE LAST NIGHT WHEN ME & MY HONEY saw them last night in Reno, NV but here's THE MULE from 1994 @ https://youtu.be/rbaBTpmydb8 }
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