FLIPPIN’ SWITCHES OF
THE GODS
Got woke up in the morning with snow on the ground, colder than the usual ‘32’, lock & load
It’s the criminally insane that have no idea that life is short, we’re all gonna die on the road
Short time or long time for the miraculous orgasms of a creator, I dressed what heaven sent
With or without the wisdom or common sense inherent in all atoms, extinction’s immanent.
Nothing you will do about it, it’s not in your wheelhouse to effect the First Cause, a megaton
Hay is just dried up alfalfa and useless chaffe for the trip to evolve into the hotdogger’s bun
I have what it takes to lose it all in one big explosion of heart & brain, mindful of ancestor fun
Up above the Space or below the ultra-divine Face of God, the gods, the nature of Being One.
Important to be present so your past doesn’t meet up with your future, that would be Death
Instant or drawn-out for the drama of it all, you want to be immortal & never die at all, Faith
That it can violate all laws of nature, when you’re dead, you’re eaten or buried six feet deep
Nobody’ll ever admit as they breathe up here on top of the golden ground, It is gonna reap.
Fishing and hunting for the way to survive down here on planet Earth, no handouts for jaws
Find yourself without parents, alone without friends, without enemies, invisible fodder paws
Used to crawl, walk, run, jump & climb the ladders to the top rung of your mama’s hot teats
Only a gamete, not a boy or a man, lookin’ for the silver lining in the obfuscation back seats.
On the river or out at sea, always the notion of mystery and magic control, secret coded IQ
Deep as the core of Earth, center of the middle of the atoms, in the nucleus of the salty sea
Hoods over my head as we walk through the hoods searchin’ for philosopher’s top shelves
Where the Truth about the Nature of Being is kept, unlocked without a key to divine selves.
Hell below where we’ve all been able to go, in some past incarnation punishment schtick
Disobedient of ten commands passed on from the chosen tribes of the King of Godspell
Trying to levy punishment for breaking laws of common men & women, it’s a golden rule
Doing to the others, friends & strangers, like you’d want them to treat you, don’t be a fool.
You are quite perfect as a living lump of atoms that’ll dissolve pigs under sprinkler spigots
Turned to ash & busted bones or rotted into the Earth crust in a wood or metal dead caddie
Only you know the same thing I know, we’re all going to die at the end of life, nobody splits
Out of the body without the soul, there’s nothing you can do about the great lie, bury me.
Pointless in the fist of boxers, the punch line is not so funny when it’s a jab to a glass jaw
Hard or soft rocks are the whole shebang of the planet, the water & sand the magic of jinn
Probability theory is both general & specific when it’s the thing itself about Relativity within
Temperature measured by the proximity to the starshine captured by subatoms of foreskin.
A marvelous moment you lose your inner being, stops breathing & coagulates blue bloods
Head to toe, the rigor mortis hits all but the psyche which was ne’er there in the first place
Work is a battle to approach retirement, being paid for doing nothing, as a reward two-face
Squeeze the bags of liquid and air until they’re vacuumed empty of the male corner hoods.
Hands and feet, eight fingers, two thumbs, ten toes & a funny bone that ain’t ever laughing
Sip your wine, swallow words once you’ve written them, speak and forget about everything
Particular singularities are sucking everything into them, black holes annihilate all mothers
Meaning nothing to anyone in any language, fact of life, a father sired you, mutha branders.
Tears hidden from the light of day, in the darkness at the edge of my bed, they rock & roll
Wetting my pillowcase, soaking into the foam rubber with my nightmares and dry dreams
Playing music that returns to repeat the melody and lyrics more than thirty days in a hole
Catch me if you can but you’ll be biting yourself, enjoy your stupidity, gramma screams!
All kids are gonna die, your mamas are gonna die just like your papas, it’s called extinction
Not only will you pay for your ancestors, but I will also be taxed in brown, black & white skin
Poor older men and older women got too old to analyze the concepts and useful induction
Race to the finish line even if you didn’t begin at the start, win, win and dare I say, just win!
Somewhere above or below the rainbow where the illusion of starlight doesn’t obfuscate it
The one and the only thing itself that everything that is atomic matter is, that’d be the #Chit
In your heart & in your mind, all that is you call your soul, it’s a divine way of double switch
My god of your pantheism disregards disillusion, that’s just justice, eatin’ a ham sammich.
As cool as could ever be, the ice cubes have replaced the broken, all spurned hearts in tow
Needing no companion, any assistance paid to professionals, walk alone, fine until I blow
This town, a state of being Four Winds recycling carbon dioxide & mononucleosis I coughed
Wants and needs fulfilled inside my mother’s womb, exit on the stage to the right of the left.
Your mama was so cool, she made the snow caps melt into rivers of rocky road ice cream
It’s a metaphor but the point is, if you had to pick a friend out of a lineup, she’d hit the team
Anyway you look at it, 360 degrees above & below the cosmic egg full of the scum of stars
To evolve into self-consciousness & observe ethical behavior will insure survival of boxcars.
Bring it back around to the start’s finish line, go to jail for nobody but yourself, it’s your rules
Observe millionaire hillbillies & the upper crust meeting in the ivory tower, white room fools
It ain’t my fault so don’t blame me for the way it turned out to be, it’s the luck of the draw
Rollin’ dice or playin’ Texas Hold ‘Em, winning is everything, beat the deal’s & house flaw.
All or nothing to lose for nobody anywhere on Earth, this is a gift we’ve run into accidentally
On purpose of observation to focus on the subject & object in predication, unconsciously
As above it is below just like it’s been since my day 1, a diaper phase eating Ex-Lax factoid
Down the rabbit hole now, no matter how infinitely deep, I think I am, disconnect schizoid.
Copycats teach their skills to the stupid, ignorant morons who fall into holes of inner space
Wanting to stop free falling and end the drop in a smashed skull & bones in a puddle of mud
Like you’ve never known since your own conception by 2 germs looking to climax in grace
You can’t and nobody will get the picture until our last gasps, last punch in the busted face.
Hidden in a ceremony are the secrets that only the in-crowd keep close, abreast of the gist
Reorganization of chaos to force it into perfect order in perfect union with the divine mist
Word of silence and proof of a loudmouth is the epitaph on the granite rock of God’s cross
By the end of the story, you’re not done even though you’ll be annihilated by the holy boss.
Hey man, don’t shoot the messenger, the nature of the beast is that the beast is the gods
Above and below the burnt out cider of the sun, a planet in revolution about the hotrods
Driven on the main drag from the apex to the bottom of the barrel of monkeys’ fur coats
Hotter than a pistol just emptied the barrel into the monkeys, apes gone to wild in boats.
Some girls know & some have no idea, it’s the species hope to survive the extinction apes
Embedded in the genes’ random animals, it’s the code to wipe out the zygotes’ with vapes
Sooner or later on the scale of infinity, when it’s over it’s over, implode in a sub nucleic iPod
Blame the moon, blame the sun, there’s Space too but Nothing else but Void, praise God!
Now and then, scat comes down from out of nowhere, clouded skies of black space
Nothing is not something, that’s all there is though, what you see is what you got too
Hat is off inside the building but outside, I only tip it to the ladies, they don’t know it so
Just a minute, I’m never late but this time, I’m sorry what you saw’s what you got, face.
Hills climbed, oceans crossed, wound up getting’ down in upper ends, the block’s corner
Schemes of the pyramids and the underground bunkers of the rats & roaches, my brother
Ears wide open for morons who’ve misconstrued Truth with bull’s scat, 84 million my love
Pills swallowed, H2O drunk in SOLO cups, can’t mix the Black Jack, skies the limit above.
Awake or asleep, I know nothing & it’s just like the day I was born now, existential crisis
Living or dying is all we’re gonna get to do, be happy it’s the shortest period in What It Is
Home or away from the base, it’s always the same, leave & go back when it’s time to see
Space so vast, your mind ain’t inside your skull, your mind’s tapping outside to divinity.
Back of the full house and the front of the store, the remains of the ancestors stay alive
In echoes in the mind of the kin who were begotten by the One, the 1st one before the hive
Known or unknown, facts of life are what they are, facts that can’t change no matter what
It is this way of life that releases the stored power, a supernova in the mind, we are a dot.
by
r j j stephan i
c. Vendredi, February 7th MMXXV Anno Domini
{ Kicked this down the ladder while jammin’ to @WARtheBand concert #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wu7ygAqF_Mk?si=CABreW3R6u5Y9bb- )
WORDS OF WAR
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine
He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine
We met down on the fort of Rio Grande
We met down on the fort of Rio Grande
Eat the salted peanuts out of can
Eat the salted peanuts out the can
The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort
The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort
Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port (Cisco-)
Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port
My, my, my
They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel
They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel
Chased a gringo last night through a field
Chased a gringo last night through a field
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid, he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
My, my, my
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid, he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Morris Dickerson / Harold Brown / Charles Miller / Lee Levitin / Thomas Allen / Lonnie Jordan / Howard Scott
The Cisco Kid lyrics © Far Out Music Inc.
