ZZ Top Talking Heads Papa Roach #SoDamEZ Trace Adkins Montgomery/Gentry

LOVE GETS THE CLUES TO EXTINCTION, STAY OUT OF TOWN

Seared skinned & de-boned meat from the acceptable BBQ of the fish & game, casted pods
You learned to fend for yourself or die trying, it’s about the survival of the most fit to serve
The genome has no empathy, it appears to be programmed for success until the lost nerve
For us all, the dead men and women built the keys to destruction, stolen valor of the gods.

It ain’t our fault that this systematic, circle jerk has precedence over happy fun and games
Since nothing is gonna last forever, we all may as well have a good time and enjoy the ride
I ain’t lyin’ and you know that I wouldn’t chit you since you’re my favorite turd-sickle, off key
Pete’s got a gripe, call it like this, for Cripe Pete’s, no reason for that, all about the mockery.

Two thumbs, eight fingers, eight toes and two big ones help you walk the dog & wash dishes
Taxation without representation committed in perpetuity, required to be or not, to be fishes
Space between atoms unleashed by the Big Bang, a long spell ago before your divine eyes
Unrecorded musical scores floating above & below divine free forms of wasted white lies.

Secrets saved in the safest place with a score of less than the fins you lost to me, odds out
Keeping your mind on the prize is the only focus you need to succeed, there’s no other way
Random luck of the draw won’t do for consistent success, you gotta be the edge of doubt
In each and every case both past & future used to be or will be the present, it hurts to pout.

Thumping on your ears wakes you up every time, why we sleep only the late show slacker
Fear & loathing of the apprehension that accompanies waiting for the next back attacker
Hardly a psycho killer inside of me very often, in and out of the psyche, runnin’ far as I can
Further than any dream you can get immersed in, far from the Milky Way & so, too human.

What I need and what I want are acts of kindness from the billionaires inside the wet dream
It is what it is and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it, it’s all out of human control
Now and then before your ending of animation, up and down, both above and below it all
You’ll know it when you see it, then you’ll know it all, above as below, makes you scream.

Held the outburst reaction to the news whether good, bad or just ugly, a metabolized saga
My heart and soul are all in for the roller-coaster ride, up, down, twisting gravitational Gaga
Casting aspersions at the innocent & the wild aliens from any other solar system, all good
On cue, entering the bass & trout heaven, catchin’ & releasing’ what I got, because I could.

My catharsis is so full of scat because I’ve gorged on daily banquets preceding fiber tricks
It is more or less a freak of nature, recombined RNA at random, ‘bout boxes & dix, ain’t it?
What it is can’t be put into a nutshell unless you can define & categorize Nothing at all, fool
Talkin’ to myself, not you, fool, that’s just a manner of speakin’ to a blind lump of you, cool?

Silver lining ain’t in the clouds, searched & found it deeply hidden inside of the crazy mind
Gold can only be contained by the sun’s star power, only lead is left over, philosopher stone
Hollywood to Bangor, the main point is that Time is short, not too short or too long, I find
Walkin’ or trotting’ near the river path to find that rainbow flow, pot of gold that’s all mine.

How long has it been since you fell asleep in the crib of crips & bloods? You’ve become one

Philosopher, daddio to go you’ve mined the lead out of the ground of being, it’s all gold, son
High or low from Do to So, man oh man, it’ll whack your nerves with the chills of frozen ice
Way of the center without any option of turning back or changing paths, frets struttin’ nice.

Rockin’ me daddio, come on mama you know what I’m talkin’ about, the lead’s turned gold
In the backseat of my father’s Fords, Chevys & Dodges, many fathers of daughters did fold
To the intent of the Jolly Roger power of the philosopher’s stone, gotta kill the noise, @papa
Full house kept the 4th ace off the table, I’m all in, I can’t lose, then a posse robbed my trip.

I woke up & became so woke that I couldn’t get back to sleep, thoughts mutated dead eyes
I never could stand up to the consolidation of every single thing, echo ear shots bye & byes
Free from every atom, blackness’ infinity quite feisty when you’re infused with a holy water
Without it, H2O is all there is at the bottom of you & I, no god above or below the slaughter.

Can’t believe someone just yelled at me from fat lips, “#uck you, dummy!” Let’s back-flip
I looked around and got a shock, a room full of mirrors reflecting self-inflicted wound chit
Naturally a hater was a lover, jaded or faded with a chip on the shoulders, both will do it
On the cue, beat the drums, thump the bass, riff on the lead and rhythm, song sung RIP!

Glue put the beach next to the deep, blue sea, the H2O, the underwater, holding breath
Fire won’t give up the spark, ignition out of spontaneous combustion follows Man’s death
Pushin’ the words out of my neck before or after I got my ego higher than the blue-sky trip
Survive the extinction just like the divine intended for the dead weight, hit the deck & skip.

Revive your spiritual kneeling down before the false gods before and after me, drop it, LSD
Esse amigo, never get high when you drive wheels in or out of traffic, God won’t forgive thee
Great that y’all are grateful but you don’t have to be, it’s your Ego Trip, you get all proceeds
When you’re done, it’s all over, no recollection or rerun for friendly fire, annihilated seeds.

It’s today for everyone on this Earth except for you, you’ve expired because you killed Time
Others killed your time for you if you’ve ever began gittin’ more than your fair share of slime
Murder, self-defense killing, accidental termination of you & I, comes furnished, superbad
Vacancy exists that you allow to flash in your face 24/7, it’s infinitely powered, super salad.

I wandered to Tacoma & Seattle, back to Cool, California by the dam, fork American rivers
I know you ain’t gonna apologize for the wrongs you initiated, all just for little & big sisters
Chief, it’s a struggle that you inherited being conceived by the troublemakers, mas & pas
Fear to loathe it, be happy without any worries, lead turned my vision to Gold, cops’ fuzz.

Babies born, old women and young men die every day, y’all always have & always will croak
Self, soul, consciousness, abstractions of hope that death as feared isn’t all there is, bloke
No mistake, you’ll get through even the most difficult times ahead, like the ones behind too
Immortal bleeding out of the First Cause’s pain of being all alone in Space, forever be blue.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Blovember XV, MMXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
{ Drafted ‘doubting Thomas-like” while jammin’ to @papaRoach #EgoTrip CD, #LeaveALightOn #TalkAwayTheDark #AlwaysWandering on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D6HgmT2cttM?si=1Evi_7gNL9qyq3cn }
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