GUNNED DOWN MY 400 HORSES, TRIGGERED MY DOG
EXTINCTION WAS THE BULLETGone before you knew it was right there in front of your own two eyes, then the rhythm came
I know more than I thought I knew before I found out how ignorant I had become, in God’s name
Or my father in heaven, as it were, which is where my daddio is right now, he ain’t down here man
He’s in a place where nobody’s cryin’ and worried about dyin’ with no more smilin’ faces, scat can.
Grim reaper took care of the spoiled and smashed remnants of the star system, Milky Way to Mars
On the rhymes comin’ in on a dime, playin’ on it, you know the 88’s & the pipes with holy A-bars
You know it all, I heard you Bullwinkle, you’re just a moose without a salt lick of sense, call Rocky
Only a flyin’ squirrel can save you from yourself, it’s genetic and not your will, not your fault, see?
Over and under the limits of the outer and inner places in Space, it’s where we’re gonna go-go
Nothing matters right here and now, if anything mattered we’d already be dead & gone in flow
Dark matter gone upstream to fulfill the rugged journey of the unprotected germinated ghost
Nobody can see the magnification under the microscope that’s out of focus for us all, you lost?
You ain’t yet so for certain you will be, sooner than later, without your desire or need, it will be
Done almost before you can think about the ramifications for the snag on the flyin’ carpet ride
I embodied the dance, one prance without a set stance yet the colors still fly, the noise bellows
I ain’t jokin’ with you anymore, you’re late for your flight, it’s grounded anyway, Trump knows.
Comin’ in and out of Nutbush’s city limits where no old man gets out alive, dead in War & Peace
Labor days from one mother’s to your own, man, woman, anyone with room for a womb’s place
Early to the party, there’s a creep comin’ out of the backwoods of Tennessee, it’s comin’ one way
My way, straight to my heart and soul, I’m bought & paid for by rockin’ around xmas trees today.
Then there’s what the people are talkin’ about, whisperin’ this & that as if it’s true, maybe not
On the one hand we’re watchin’ their folly, we are friends with the benefits of killin’ the crowd
Morons, idiots, fools & jerks all fall by the wayside because they go under by their own weight
It’s an anti-heavy load to be more stupid than a dummy without a ventriloquist on a blind date.
My father advised me to keep my pie hole shut several times but I thought he meant cherry pie
Since I didn’t like cherries, no problem with keepin’ that hole shut, I’m rollin’ with the backbeat
Rather than put on the charade, I’m just gonna lay it all out on the line, followed by a day I die
Casket or urn, matter turned to dust ain’t makin’ a comeback ad infinitum, good karma, I’m fly!
Hurry up, move quickly as if you’re life depended on it, it does but don’t dwell on it
Smoke or drink yourself into the stupor your parents always hoped you’d find in S#it
Paradise or prison, good, bad & as ugly evil as you could get in counter revolution tea
Boston party to Monterey Bay all ships sailed upon tea, kissed evolution of a dead sea.
One is a barbarian and the Many are civilized followers of the back of the class’ last line
You & your friends got all huckleberry, drank red vino’s juice and filled the air with a bow
Groundbreaking after a minute of rock shaking, silence louder than @Bose speakers blow
A big year for intelligence comin’ up in 2024 A.D. it will be hard to stay alive for the dyin’.
Strained for the cream of the crop, inside of that cheesecloth is the best in the show’s song
I got a reputation goin’ around but it’s mostly an imaginary recollection of Jack Daniels’ wrong
Suffered a moment or two until I’d woke up from getting’ my arse kicked for the 10th mortal sin
Just a smell of that black label, gets the better of me, hard to recognize me after the ass kickin’.
Laws and commandments with theorems and corollaries I’ve bent & broke in equations’ lead
Pencil necked geeks fully engaged inside my cranium without my permission, it’s all in my head
Nobody can help me if I can’t help myself, I can’t help anyone if I’m helpless, therefore, I ain’t
Stupid no more, my eyes so wide open, I see gods in the sunlight, like my daddy wanted me to.
Up in the backwoods where I wound up with my chain pulled tight, listened to the hillbillies too
Deluxe pickup trucks in the small Pilot’s Hill where the airplanes & jets look for the high red light
Blinkin’ the blackness into a spark for a blink, you ain’t getting’ out of here alive, you know, right?
Here’s a toast, burnin’ rope, six packs coolin’ for the deep swill past sundown keepin’ shots blue.
Fine Cadillac your daddy let you borrow for the Friday Night date, last ride around dead man’s curve
Not even a thought a second before the whole life flashed, Eve gave me that apple again, the nerve
Never got to the back seat’s cushion of felt and softness unknown, it’s parked at the drive-in moves
I mean ‘movies,’ if their daddy is listening & reading about his baby before she got married in a grove.
My daddy died one day, my mama died one day, sudden impact of bein’ an orphan hangin’ love down
Where I am, the way I see it, we’ve only got two choices, we live or we die, happiness is optional gold
Pants are too tight only because the food is good & I eat too much, I’m not starvin’ on this chain blow
I drop the pedal now & then riding on down the freeway, pink & black Cadillac, never you mind how.
The hall is empty except the bass and treble sounds and beats movin’ the dead air into free born Go
No stoppin’ the momentum once it’s begun it’s first move, call it a miracle or just the finale, the show
All over just like it was never here or there at all, it’s true, lies make you feel so much better down low
A little while in time, between waking up and sleeping soundly, you’ll be #Woke, no joke, I’m the hero.
Nobody but me pretends that our love will never end, lie to me, lie to you, lie to everyone who cares
About the thing itself, the form and the shape yield the flesh and bone remains, dust in the wind airs
Hole is black, you recall the sight, it got really bright & hurt your blind mind, you’ll return over there
Recollect the song, over there, over here, it’s a wagon wheel rollin’ north through redwood & pine.
Thank you for rockin’ me mama, you know without you it would have been too rough for a solo flight
Myopia is my strong suit, therefore I am, I’ve had at least four or five lives, got nine like an alley cat
Freedom ain’t free even in the land of liberty, united in the states of amnesia, beautiful America rat
Climate changing depending on the wobble of the planet on it’s elliptical about the sunny star
Gods pull you close and you catapult as far as the black hole allows, into the Singularity you goes
Not that you wanted to, you needed to & now you get what you got, lotsa knots between blows
Speaking in tongues is a language that nobody but the One knows, you just don’t understand scat
Neither above nor below is the original sin that a snake calls a fair bet with his master, Go dam it.
Harsh as the day you were born, you can’t recall the blood and the tears, the weeping for help
Pain comin’ through the smallest bit of daylight, it’s where you kept the eye on the prize tulip
All for the reason to be a human, on Earth in the two thousands of years past zero, prehistoric
For all of us, the dead and gone are neither here nor there, respectively all they get is die sick.
Harmony in a jar or pouch full of flowered terps to mind meld with the magnetic force about
In ways not understood, there you are, that is all, nothing more nor less than, it’s in & it’s out
Another day and another dollar is what my great uncle used to say, or was that my conscience
Either way the train’s locomotive blows it’s whistle, two times four when it’s 8 o’clock high ice.
Then and there, unburied or not, members of your memory dissolve into a hot cosmic porridge
With oyster crackers and a porcelain spoon, the steaming brew disappeared like magic, aw fudge
Monkeys get shocked, apes don’t evolve in their own life, it’s the genome mutation at random
Balls, eggs, life without purpose except to perfect DNA/RNA peak performance, kingdom come.
Heights and depths of the past and future have nothing to do with the present, as we know it
Never before have I personally been able to perform at this level, truly a search for miraculous
Things that are astounding, astonishing & more than it takes to get through to a final bong hit
Pity the priests and the holy women who sacrificed their sacred hearts to angel’s cosmic dust.
Y’all do remember when we saw the summer in Great Falls, 1971 at attention in dress GI blues
Left the world in 1974, gave a damn ‘bout Viet Nam in Saigon all the way to Seoul in the SKORs
Back to the world with disease from all the filth of a third world, NCO uniform of the USA Force
Neither in anyplace or someplace, just a place in Space without a face, fractional human race.
Good men & good women filling up the neighborhoods with refused garbage for the dumpster
What do you do with all of the fecal matter, the wasted paper and spoiled dead food, uneaten
Static like on the monitors when they don’t work, cable down, satellite in retrograde to deter
All of the evil from the Space outside of this atmosphere, this reality of mankind, stolen valor.
Now, stayin’ alive is the function of the malfunction, extinction is not an option, but you are
Alive for a minute on the timeline of the whole shebang from origin to the black hole ending
If we had our way we’d be somewhere else than between this rock & the hard place in Space
Worthless evenings are all over, chances are you’ll see my point, you got my leather and lace.
Blooms twelve months of the year, 365 and a quarter days of 24 hours & change, that’s all of it
It’s undetectably irrefutable by the subordinate to dominant opinion based on an assumption
You think that you are alive because you’re not dead and gone, it’s a mass hallucination fiction
Suddenly, a baby was born without a human father, winter solstice holy ghost of mortality, Sin.
I know more than I thought I knew before I found out how ignorant I had become, in God’s name
Or my father in heaven, as it were, which is where my daddio is right now, he ain’t down here man
He’s in a place where nobody’s cryin’ and worried about dyin’ with no more smilin’ faces, scat can.
Grim reaper took care of the spoiled and smashed remnants of the star system, Milky Way to Mars
On the rhymes comin’ in on a dime, playin’ on it, you know the 88’s & the pipes with holy A-bars
You know it all, I heard you Bullwinkle, you’re just a moose without a salt lick of sense, call Rocky
Only a flyin’ squirrel can save you from yourself, it’s genetic and not your will, not your fault, see?
Over and under the limits of the outer and inner places in Space, it’s where we’re gonna go-go
Nothing matters right here and now, if anything mattered we’d already be dead & gone in flow
Dark matter gone upstream to fulfill the rugged journey of the unprotected germinated ghost
Nobody can see the magnification under the microscope that’s out of focus for us all, you lost?
You ain’t yet so for certain you will be, sooner than later, without your desire or need, it will be
Done almost before you can think about the ramifications for the snag on the flyin’ carpet ride
I embodied the dance, one prance without a set stance yet the colors still fly, the noise bellows
I ain’t jokin’ with you anymore, you’re late for your flight, it’s grounded anyway, Trump knows.
Comin’ in and out of Nutbush’s city limits where no old man gets out alive, dead in War & Peace
Labor days from one mother’s to your own, man, woman, anyone with room for a womb’s place
Early to the party, there’s a creep comin’ out of the backwoods of Tennessee, it’s comin’ one way
My way, straight to my heart and soul, I’m bought & paid for by rockin’ around xmas trees today.
Then there’s what the people are talkin’ about, whisperin’ this & that as if it’s true, maybe not
On the one hand we’re watchin’ their folly, we are friends with the benefits of killin’ the crowd
Morons, idiots, fools & jerks all fall by the wayside because they go under by their own weight
It’s an anti-heavy load to be more stupid than a dummy without a ventriloquist on a blind date.
My father advised me to keep my pie hole shut several times but I thought he meant cherry pie
Since I didn’t like cherries, no problem with keepin’ that hole shut, I’m rollin’ with the backbeat
Rather than put on the charade, I’m just gonna lay it all out on the line, followed by a day I die
Casket or urn, matter turned to dust ain’t makin’ a comeback ad infinitum, good karma, I’m fly!
Hurry up, move quickly as if you’re life depended on it, it does but don’t dwell on it
Smoke or drink yourself into the stupor your parents always hoped you’d find in S#it
Paradise or prison, good, bad & as ugly evil as you could get in counter revolution tea
Boston party to Monterey Bay all ships sailed upon tea, kissed evolution of a dead sea.
One is a barbarian and the Many are civilized followers of the back of the class’ last line
You & your friends got all huckleberry, drank red vino’s juice and filled the air with a bow
Groundbreaking after a minute of rock shaking, silence louder than @Bose speakers blow
A big year for intelligence comin’ up in 2024 A.D. it will be hard to stay alive for the dyin’.
Strained for the cream of the crop, inside of that cheesecloth is the best in the show’s song
I got a reputation goin’ around but it’s mostly an imaginary recollection of Jack Daniels’ wrong
Suffered a moment or two until I’d woke up from getting’ my arse kicked for the 10th mortal sin
Just a smell of that black label, gets the better of me, hard to recognize me after the ass kickin’.
Laws and commandments with theorems and corollaries I’ve bent & broke in equations’ lead
Pencil necked geeks fully engaged inside my cranium without my permission, it’s all in my head
Nobody can help me if I can’t help myself, I can’t help anyone if I’m helpless, therefore, I ain’t
Stupid no more, my eyes so wide open, I see gods in the sunlight, like my daddy wanted me to.
Up in the backwoods where I wound up with my chain pulled tight, listened to the hillbillies too
Deluxe pickup trucks in the small Pilot’s Hill where the airplanes & jets look for the high red light
Blinkin’ the blackness into a spark for a blink, you ain’t getting’ out of here alive, you know, right?
Here’s a toast, burnin’ rope, six packs coolin’ for the deep swill past sundown keepin’ shots blue.
Fine Cadillac your daddy let you borrow for the Friday Night date, last ride around dead man’s curve
Not even a thought a second before the whole life flashed, Eve gave me that apple again, the nerve
Never got to the back seat’s cushion of felt and softness unknown, it’s parked at the drive-in moves
I mean ‘movies,’ if their daddy is listening & reading about his baby before she got married in a grove.
My daddy died one day, my mama died one day, sudden impact of bein’ an orphan hangin’ love down
Where I am, the way I see it, we’ve only got two choices, we live or we die, happiness is optional gold
Pants are too tight only because the food is good & I eat too much, I’m not starvin’ on this chain blow
I drop the pedal now & then riding on down the freeway, pink & black Cadillac, never you mind how.
The hall is empty except the bass and treble sounds and beats movin’ the dead air into free born Go
No stoppin’ the momentum once it’s begun it’s first move, call it a miracle or just the finale, the show
All over just like it was never here or there at all, it’s true, lies make you feel so much better down low
A little while in time, between waking up and sleeping soundly, you’ll be #Woke, no joke, I’m the hero.
Nobody but me pretends that our love will never end, lie to me, lie to you, lie to everyone who cares
About the thing itself, the form and the shape yield the flesh and bone remains, dust in the wind airs
Hole is black, you recall the sight, it got really bright & hurt your blind mind, you’ll return over there
Recollect the song, over there, over here, it’s a wagon wheel rollin’ north through redwood & pine.
Thank you for rockin’ me mama, you know without you it would have been too rough for a solo flight
Myopia is my strong suit, therefore I am, I’ve had at least four or five lives, got nine like an alley cat
Freedom ain’t free even in the land of liberty, united in the states of amnesia, beautiful America rat
Climate changing depending on the wobble of the planet on it’s elliptical about the sunny star
Gods pull you close and you catapult as far as the black hole allows, into the Singularity you goes
Not that you wanted to, you needed to & now you get what you got, lotsa knots between blows
Speaking in tongues is a language that nobody but the One knows, you just don’t understand scat
Neither above nor below is the original sin that a snake calls a fair bet with his master, Go dam it.
Harsh as the day you were born, you can’t recall the blood and the tears, the weeping for help
Pain comin’ through the smallest bit of daylight, it’s where you kept the eye on the prize tulip
All for the reason to be a human, on Earth in the two thousands of years past zero, prehistoric
For all of us, the dead and gone are neither here nor there, respectively all they get is die sick.
Harmony in a jar or pouch full of flowered terps to mind meld with the magnetic force about
In ways not understood, there you are, that is all, nothing more nor less than, it’s in & it’s out
Another day and another dollar is what my great uncle used to say, or was that my conscience
Either way the train’s locomotive blows it’s whistle, two times four when it’s 8 o’clock high ice.
Then and there, unburied or not, members of your memory dissolve into a hot cosmic porridge
With oyster crackers and a porcelain spoon, the steaming brew disappeared like magic, aw fudge
Monkeys get shocked, apes don’t evolve in their own life, it’s the genome mutation at random
Balls, eggs, life without purpose except to perfect DNA/RNA peak performance, kingdom come.
Heights and depths of the past and future have nothing to do with the present, as we know it
Never before have I personally been able to perform at this level, truly a search for miraculous
Things that are astounding, astonishing & more than it takes to get through to a final bong hit
Pity the priests and the holy women who sacrificed their sacred hearts to angel’s cosmic dust.
Y’all do remember when we saw the summer in Great Falls, 1971 at attention in dress GI blues
Left the world in 1974, gave a damn ‘bout Viet Nam in Saigon all the way to Seoul in the SKORs
Back to the world with disease from all the filth of a third world, NCO uniform of the USA Force
Neither in anyplace or someplace, just a place in Space without a face, fractional human race.
Good men & good women filling up the neighborhoods with refused garbage for the dumpster
What do you do with all of the fecal matter, the wasted paper and spoiled dead food, uneaten
Static like on the monitors when they don’t work, cable down, satellite in retrograde to deter
All of the evil from the Space outside of this atmosphere, this reality of mankind, stolen valor.
Now, stayin’ alive is the function of the malfunction, extinction is not an option, but you are
Alive for a minute on the timeline of the whole shebang from origin to the black hole ending
If we had our way we’d be somewhere else than between this rock & the hard place in Space
Worthless evenings are all over, chances are you’ll see my point, you got my leather and lace.
Blooms twelve months of the year, 365 and a quarter days of 24 hours & change, that’s all of it
It’s undetectably irrefutable by the subordinate to dominant opinion based on an assumption
You think that you are alive because you’re not dead and gone, it’s a mass hallucination fiction
Suddenly, a baby was born without a human father, winter solstice holy ghost of mortality, Sin.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, 12-22-2023 @ 2158 hours
{ Trippin’ & kicked this gem out the stratosphere while jammin’ to my #MIX @DelbertMcClinton #NeverBeenRockedEnough https://youtu.be/p8Pia-wz7ts?si=fS5oitbnYupNpmOE&t=1 }
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