P H I L O S O P H I A: Soul Down Spirit Up #TracksSmokeBBKing @PINK #PINK

Friday, April 24, 2026

Soul Down Spirit Up #TracksSmokeBBKing @PINK #PINK

MOON HOLLOW, HOLY CHEESE IS SWISS

You must get up pretty early in the morning to fool me since I wake up about 3-4 AMPST
Hear the sounds of silence as if that was nothing at all, when it’s infrared/UV light to see
Soul searchin’ in all the wrong places, it makes you forget for a while, world keeps turnin’
One day you’re up on top, next day you fall down and bash your face in, a tiny mortal sin.

I was on board and I hope y’all get aboard too, you’ll have to do a bit of soul-searchin’ too
Nobody gets out alive, and it’s time to find out & realize that the fun you had was all cool
Bridges burned with the last breath, no tellin’ the survivors whether it’s good, bad, or ugly
They will find out in due time, you know, as you float above the Earth's surface & bury me.

Fools and martyrs giving their all to the heroes and villains, still they’re all soul-searchin’
It’s going around, like the Flu or COVID-19, passing into the ether to the noses tweakin’
Disconcerting as it must be to find out that the Truth sayers were all just fabricating lies
God, so cool down my heart, soul’s slowin’ it all down, like a ghost of my hot hell fires.

You know what I know and I know nothing, that’s all there is to the ontology known
What is at stake to justify the incredible journey from nowhere but sperm and egg
It’s easy to figure it all out if you have a minute before your dad met your mom’s leg
You know what happened then in the next seven decades, searchin’ silver lines.

I have the lead and I’m turnin’ it into gold, being bold, I will transmutate the thing itself
Turning into what I am, all that I am, everything else matters as it did 'fore true self
Chopin’s hot air into the reeds and pipes blowin’ out the melody of the angel’s symphony
Hard roads made of jelly rolls and poprocks, tokin’ spiffs, philosophers got the Stone, G!

Enter this hole in the matrix, it’s the ghetto of stray dogs and cats with their mice & rats
Don’t shoot the messenger’s mouth off; he shoots his mouth off all the time, he’s all sick
Visit your skull’s contents, transform the thoughts into feelings, and then obfuscate Time
Space will be mostly imaginary since your vision may be double, but it’s not the rhyme.

Blind faith in the invisible yet highly probable and very likely the Truth, we’re here alone
There’s no Go above or below this planet, as the astronauts & astronomers, God’s a drone
Bodies dropping at 32 feet per second, per second as they should, death is life’s destiny
No matter if you’re in pain or in your sleep, absolutely Void swallowing it all, all about me.

Blisters on your feet and fingers, thanks to repetition and all too human skin, I’ll pierce it
Part prime time and part empty space, full to show the random collision cause & effect blitz
Armed and dangerous as all Americans ought to be, we don’t allow the entanglement light
Fixed number above and below zero, multiply zero times zero and get out of the fist fight.

You know, like I know what stands to reason, out of this world has no reference to language
Just Void, Nothing at all, synchronize A’s B’s & C’s in separate categories of specific lineage
Baseball, basketball, football, hockey, racing cars, all done in one way or another UFO craft
Blood in the water, on the slide, atop the blue water turning yellow-orange into the riff-raff.

Sycophantic one by one, they all came down the stairs to the cellar where the fine wine set
Its grapes settled into the glass to make the drinker drunk in the not-too-distant future jet
Dreams let you down, reality can’t match the smoke exactly, it keeps turnin’ into bull scat
Moments just needs and desires to avoid the Void presence, it sticks to the stank y’all shat.

Bread just grain consecrated by dirt and water and sunlight, keepin’ the life nice & satiated
Dreams come and go like the trips you take with the minions & their relatives, alive or dead
Creepin’ into the consciousness of peace & love, there’s extinction & surprise terminations
Juke box with music of notes A to G, voices and instruments of melody and harmony sins.

Got what I ain’t got, to my love I left alone with a cold body without my invisible soul, I leave
All that I am, all I ever was from the day I was born until I died in 2051, hundred-year weave
Writing about it 25 years before the deed’s done, broke in a time warp collapse, snort blow
Now, I’ll see what’s left of a mystery nobody knew, a secret, one for the road, mi amigo Lido!

How high or low can you go for the limbo pole, fall in and fall down, broken knee for sure
Fear and loathing for that thing itself, the first mover is paralyzed in a state of chaotic rest
Doing nothing or doing everything makes you play both ends of the game, stuck middle hit
Womb rumba to an embryo growing from one cell to a dead human, Spring fever. guilty s#it.