I broke my own dreams down to the lowest common denominator, the jukebox stopped skippin’ Light of a neon moon isn’t gonna fly, to make the plants and animals forced copulation, trippin’ I never did sweat the small stuff, saved it in a reservoir of blues for a good reason, just get some Picked & grinned in my own mind, behind a solitary confinement inside a foreign country home.
Sad songs sung by the poor babies who’ve been rejected and lost in the decay of the dirt clods Respect for the mothers of Earth who came out of sudden impacts with Mother Earth and gods Clear light & read in every language created by the ancestral cave dwellers who feared the Evil Not a demon or a devil but a hungry, saber-toothed tiger or the viral bacteria in every crack hill.
Hot & holy comin’ from burnt atoms, getting’ tan & sunburned on the blasted beaches of sand Music in the kicked juke box keeps skippin’ like it’s never gonna end, then suddenly it’s all caput Dead in the water, dead air without sound to carry low frequencies’ wavelengths, God to a Man Save you from this, save you from that, helpless as intended by parental & industrial moot root.
Danced, spared the last thought by the last huff and puff of gas, fresh or polluted, same ending Finale never ends well, it’s always a tragedy or a comedy, without a happy end to the bending Over the table, over the barrel or just over Niagara Falls in a ten second eternity, hard river flow I heard the doorbell, maybe it was the ringin’ of the Hell down below where we’re all gonna go.
On the other hand, in every case without exception, we all were conceived & born in innocence It’s all education of what’s needing to be taught to the young and restless who can’t wait to die Unsafe and brave as all of the dead heroes and heroines who came before them, love nonsense Hating anything never helps the matter at hand, accept the Reality, flow up to heaven’s fence.
You can’t get through the blues down here on Earth without the Spirits changing the mind game Five will get you ten, a fin will get you a sawbuck, all the same to me, fear & loathe is the same Lost you in the middle of the water fall, I couldn’t see you anymore, you were hell & then gone In a fire full of ice smoke from the tubular bells who rang you up to the high brow, divine bone.
Morons and idiots created it from scratch, rolled out of the slime & dirty stone mud, so fresh A slap in the kisser won’t ever solve the problem, you’ve got to train baby boys in Bangladesh Not to mention London, New York, Los Angeles, Peking, Moscow & seven continents of mud Spinning & wobbling planet fully engaged from north to south pole, core to surface of blood.
At war or in between the battles when the weak are at peace with the strong kickin’ the foe Infused bad to become evil and good to become as ugly as any world citizen, even God’s sons Few and far between but they know who they are, the ugly ones who get ruled by status quo Not only do the humans fail because of misjudgments and a void stamp on all miscalculations.
Furthermore, nevertheless notwithstanding the following deductions, a will to power moves At one with the wobble of Earth, since the conception up until the final gasp, have faith in me You will always be in my thoughts, powers that be won’t allow the forgotten to forget about it Dreams end but everlasting life in the cosmos does not, collapse into Singularity is impossible.
Fear and loathing in your toothpaste, brush your gums & floss between roots, into the Void Eating away from inside T-bone marrow to the raw or fried flesh, a divine error hemorrhoid Pairs of quadruplets each became full of themselves and created the identical eight twins’ sin Children related in the womb but not identical fathers, only the mother’s egg let a gamete in.
Now you know, mother fooled around a few moments in time, never thinking about concepts Pure and immaculate as the dawn of a new day, turning this Earth into a rolling coaster of debts To the human and the divine, it’s always being behind the eight ball, unseen by cues, the sticks Secret opens up a door with a magic word, babies sing out first thing, first gasp, phuquin’ dicks!
Chromosomes build from day one to the final dissolution day, may not be an hour or a century Either way though, it’s all you get, it’s the deal y’all made with the powers that be, or not to be It ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger with the viral cooties goin’ around the hood’s joints In taverns and shortstops, the spirits move in and out for cash, sometimes you score pin points.
You all know the ways you’ve been, up & down the middle road between forks of American jive Middle and near Far East not excluded, neither North Pole to Australia, Africa to Tiera del Fuego Roaming as cats, dogs, herds of mating species of animated creatures all do for dead food pain Higher than a cloud that was there & then not so much as there to see as to feel the wet rain.
Nobody’s fortune spent like the protozoan amoeba, absorbing subatomic matter in formation Herds and wayward flocks of original things & the evolved bones in flux, all converge One Zen Holy cats with a cave left over by their dead & gone, that’s all I know about what it is that I am Eclectic hieroglyph writing on a dark cave wall with no torch to see the Truth to be told, Sam!
Descendants who ain’t arrived yet & ancestors who breathe no more gas, neither in nor out Not even one of them knew what we, the living & breathing know, that we are dying to pout About fake facts of life your mama & pa never divulged to you as required intel from the crypt Your chess position is, lucky, happy rigor mortis, left love in a surf wake, checkmate got skipped.
Harmony with the hell’s bells nobody ever rang because nobody was in hell, nothing’s in synch Hotter than dry ice on your tongue, not mine, yours, this is an experiment to educate the mink If they get trapped, they’ll die and the skinned pelt will be worn by all naked city denizen bums Happy as if naked apes are anything other than alien errors in last judgements, kingdom comes.
Dry up your leaves, rake ‘em up & dispose of their carcasses, millions of them were alive & died Head and shoulders, underground below the core of the evil genius in charge of a great banger Conjecture, educated guessing is the evidence of veracity but nothing is absolutely truth, I lied Won’t care in decades of years, like our great relatives from centuries ago, god banged Nature.
SHOCKED MONKEYS & THE MEN WHO EVOLVED PAST LEWD LUST
I'm rollin' with the loosened ends and the horses that get more wild than a snow storm Vaccinated with the holy savior's enzyme for constant repetition ad infinitum, it's the norm Function of the divisor is to divide the many into small groups who will eat a black crow As if there weren't always identities in this matrix, always above as it is below a black cow.
I broke my own dreams down to the lowest common denominator, the jukebox stopped skippin’ Light of a neon moon isn’t gonna fly, to make the plants and animals forced copulation, trippin’ I never did sweat the small stuff, saved it in a reservoir of blues for a good reason, just get some Picked & grinned in my own mind, behind a solitary confinement inside a foreign country home.
Sad songs sung by the poor babies who’ve been rejected and lost in the decay of the dirt clods Respect for the mothers of Earth who came out of sudden impacts with Mother Earth and gods Clear light & read in every language created by the ancestral cave dwellers who feared the Evil Not a demon or a devil but a hungry, saber-toothed tiger or the viral bacteria in every crack hill.
Hot & holy comin’ from burnt atoms, getting’ tan & sunburned on the blasted beaches of sand Music in the kicked juke box keeps skippin’ like it’s never gonna end, then suddenly it’s all caput Dead in the water, dead air without sound to carry low frequencies’ wavelengths, God to a Man Save you from this, save you from that, helpless as intended by parental & industrial moot root.
Danced, spared the last thought by the last huff and puff of gas, fresh or polluted, same ending Finale never ends well, it’s always a tragedy or a comedy, without a happy end to the bending Over the table, over the barrel or just over Niagara Falls in a ten second eternity, hard river flow I heard the doorbell, maybe it was the ringin’ of the Hell down below where we’re all gonna go.
On the other hand, in every case without exception, we all were conceived & born in innocence It’s all education of what’s needing to be taught to the young and restless who can’t wait to die Unsafe and brave as all of the dead heroes and heroines who came before them, love nonsense Hating anything never helps the matter at hand, accept the Reality, flow up to heaven’s fence.
You can’t get through the blues down here on Earth without the Spirits changing the mind game Five will get you ten, a fin will get you a sawbuck, all the same to me, fear & loathe is the same Lost you in the middle of the water fall, I couldn’t see you anymore, you were hell & then gone In a fire full of ice smoke from the tubular bells who rang you up to the high brow, divine bone.
Morons and idiots created it from scratch, rolled out of the slime & dirty stone mud, so fresh A slap in the kisser won’t ever solve the problem, you’ve got to train baby boys in Bangladesh Not to mention London, New York, Los Angeles, Peking, Moscow & seven continents of mud Spinning & wobbling planet fully engaged from north to south pole, core to surface of blood.
At war or in between the battles when the weak are at peace with the strong kickin’ the foe Infused bad to become evil and good to become as ugly as any world citizen, even God’s sons Few and far between but they know who they are, the ugly ones who get ruled by status quo Not only do the humans fail because of misjudgments and a void stamp on all miscalculations.
Furthermore, nevertheless notwithstanding the following deductions, a will to power moves At one with the wobble of Earth, since the conception up until the final gasp, have faith in me You will always be in my thoughts, powers that be won’t allow the forgotten to forget about it Dreams end but everlasting life in the cosmos does not, collapse into Singularity is impossible.
Fear and loathing in your toothpaste, brush your gums & floss between roots, into the Void Eating away from inside T-bone marrow to the raw or fried flesh, a divine error hemorrhoid Pairs of quadruplets each became full of themselves and created the identical eight twins’ sin Children related in the womb but not identical fathers, only the mother’s egg let a gamete in.
Now you know, mother fooled around a few moments in time, never thinking about concepts Pure and immaculate as the dawn of a new day, turning this Earth into a rolling coaster of debts To the human and the divine, it’s always being behind the eight ball, unseen by cues, the sticks Secret opens up a door with a magic word, babies sing out first thing, first gasp, phuquin’ dicks!
Chromosomes build from day one to the final dissolution day, may not be an hour or a century Either way though, it’s all you get, it’s the deal y’all made with the powers that be, or not to be It ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger with the viral cooties goin’ around the hood’s joints In taverns and shortstops, the spirits move in and out for cash, sometimes you score pin points.
You all know the ways you’ve been, up & down the middle road between forks of American jive Middle and near Far East not excluded, neither North Pole to Australia, Africa to Tiera del Fuego Roaming as cats, dogs, herds of mating species of animated creatures all do for dead food pain Higher than a cloud that was there & then not so much as there to see as to feel the wet rain.
Nobody’s fortune spent like the protozoan amoeba, absorbing subatomic matter in formation Herds and wayward flocks of original things & the evolved bones in flux, all converge One Zen Holy cats with a cave left over by their dead & gone, that’s all I know about what it is that I am Eclectic hieroglyph writing on a dark cave wall with no torch to see the Truth to be told, Sam!
Descendants who ain’t arrived yet & ancestors who breathe no more gas, neither in nor out Not even one of them knew what we, the living & breathing know, that we are dying to pout About fake facts of life your mama & pa never divulged to you as required intel from the crypt Your chess position is, lucky, happy rigor mortis, left love in a surf wake, checkmate got skipped.
Harmony with the hell’s bells nobody ever rang because nobody was in hell, nothing’s in synch Hotter than dry ice on your tongue, not mine, yours, this is an experiment to educate the mink If they get trapped, they’ll die and the skinned pelt will be worn by all naked city denizen bums Happy as if naked apes are anything other than alien errors in last judgements, kingdom comes.
Dry up your leaves, rake ‘em up & dispose of their carcasses, millions of them were alive & died Head and shoulders, underground below the core of the evil genius in charge of a great banger Conjecture, educated guessing is the evidence of veracity but nothing is absolutely truth, I lied Won’t care in decades of years, like our great relatives from centuries ago, god banged Nature.
