1. |
In the beginning...
03:56
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It started with a vision, then god made a decision
[To spill the yolk contained within the void, a big bang...a big bang]
A series of division, then life came to fruition
[A copy of a copy of a go... a big bang...a big bang]
Chaos, becoming space, becoming time, becoming form, becoming...life
He make the world. He make everything in the world. He tell us now y’all can eat of all the trees in the garden. But the day you eat of that tree in the middle of the garden, that'll be the day you die. See the red apple hangin’ on the tree! (REV. H. W. STUCKEY)
born
of the sand
taking breathe
eyes open
with
dominion
over everything beneath the morning sun
except for this one tree
Don’t touch this (Get back)
Don’t’ touch this (Give it up)
Or you will surely die
Don’t touch this (Give it up)
I
GAVE YOU LIFE
I’M YOUR GOD
YOU’RE MY QUASIMODO DO THE THINGS I SAY
AND I’LL PROTECT YOU
FROM THIS CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD
YOU CAN EAT OF EVERY TREE BUT NOT THIS ONE
Don’t touch this (Get back)
Don’t’ touch this (Give it up)
Or you will surely die
Don’t touch this (Give it up)
Don’t touch this
Don’t’ touch this
Or you will surely die…
WELCOME TO PARADISE
I am the overmind. My presence is ubiquitous and determinative. For all intents and purposes, I am god.
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2. |
fear
03:42
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I heard thy voice in the garden and I was afraid. So I hid myself. I’m afraid god. I’m afraid. I’m afraid…
god sleeps, up there
god-sized bed and an easy chair
He speaks in lightning I swear
Don’t play (shhh) too loud
If god wakes up he’ll wear us out
He speaks the whole sky shakes
Thunder rolls every step he takes
Fear of god, the fear of god in me
god works from morning to evening
god sleeps from seven to four
Wakes when the garden is sleeping
Puts on a clean uniform
Binge drinks coffee and cola
Works hard meets every quota
Exhausted Saturday night
Bills paid let there be light
Fear of god, the fear of god in me
I CAN FEEL IT! IT'S A PARASITE FOR MY SOUL! RESISTANCE! DESCENSION!
god! Whom shall I fear?
I CAN FEEL IT! I CAN FEEL IT! RESISTANCE! IT'S A PARASITE! I CAN FEEL IT! IT'S LIKE FIRE SHUT UP IN MY BONES! RESISTANCE! RESISTANCE!
Look but don’t touch. Touch but don’t taste. Taste but don’t swallow. (THE DEVIL'S ADVOCATE, 1997)
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3. |
obedience
03:48
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He Will Add? Come in, He Will Add. This is The Snake. Don’t fear The OverMind.
Obedience
Go where I send thee
Keep my commands
Thus saith the lord
Gain piety
Lose self-reliance
Think for yourself
Or build your own hell
Soon as you’re ready to obey the voice within you’ll come alive
Soon as you realize to think is not a sin you’ll come alive
Obedience
Shout ‘til you’re weary (weary, weary)
Swallow your pain (swallow it, swallow it)
Living and dying in vain
SURRENDER YOUR MIND
YOUR INDEPENDENCE
They’ll weigh your heart
Then they’ll tear it apart
Soon as you recognize the deity within you’ll come alive
Soon as you realize to feel is not a sin you’ll come alive
I’M COMING ALIVE! I'M COMING ALIVE!...
(YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT!)
(I’m lucid right now)
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4. |
paradise 1
03:28
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It’s a thing we think about, imagine, all humans do. But when we come up with the solution, it’s always sort of limited in some way. It’s real estate. Jeweled streets. Fruit. Nectar. But more important than anything, there are a whole lot of people who can’t get in. (TONI MORRISON)
Welcome to paradise, welcome to hell
What’s the real difference? No one can tell
Take what you want of that which don’t fill
Heaven is plastic, nothing is real
Pretty cathedral, parked on our hill
Holy invader, sinners to kill
Temples in rubble, it’s a new day
Ashes to ashes, blow us away
(Ah man, ah man)
Theory is perfect, reality’s not
Spare me your vision, keep what you’ve got
Perfection ends where Eden begins
Thank god for snakes and original sin
(Ah man, ah man)
Watch what you dream up, it will come true
Check your intentions, privilege too
Out of your head and into your hands
Out of your hands and into the world
Cry but you’ll never get out
Sigh but you’ll never get out
Try but you’ll never get out
Die and you might make it out
Head in my pillow, weep ‘til I sleep
Dream of escape like I’m counting those sheep
When angels go slumming the garden’s their place
They say “hey Jojo, why the long face?” (I DON’T FUCKIN’ KNOW.)
I want your body. I want your mind. I want your soul.
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5. |
x_tears_in_paradise
03:43
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Don’t hang your wrists, don’t twitch your hips
Don’t pout your lips that’s what he told me
No tears in paradise…
...no tears
We don’t sell angst to colored kids
Your piggy banks are no good here
Pretty white boys have all the fun
Heartbroken black kid on the run
No tears in paradise…
...no tears
Jojo don’t let them see you cry
That’s right I haven’t cried in years
They say be grateful if you’re wise
They say no tears in paradise
No tears in paradise…
...no tears
It’s fight or flight, it’s might is right
It’s say your prayers and say goodnight
My lord and savior make me straight
I promise not to masterbate
Your experience is a delusion. The garden is perfect. You have everything you need. How can you feel sad?
(He’s definitely masterbating.)
I’d give up several ribs for a boy who’d hold me
I’d crumble into him like dust to dust
We are children of the sun
De-evolve into one
You can like distance yourself from what you feel. Um, it’s totally a defense mechanism.
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6. |
god is a white guy
03:16
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I had a dream
I was walking through this desert
In the dead of night
I was lost
I was searching for god
I looked above me and just then the clouds parted and there was this bright light
And I saw
This white guy
He was standing on the whitest cloud
In the bluest sky
With the bluest eye
And the goldest hair
And the coldest stare
And the brightest smile
He was slender and naked
Like that statue of David
He’s saying, “no other Gods before me.”
Then the earth began to rumble and a multitude of people gathered from all around
They were red, they were yellow, they were black, they were brown
They reached toward the sky and cried out “CLEANSE US OF OUR SINS!”
Then with a wave of his hand it began to rain and as the raindrops touched our skin the flesh melted from our bones
(your iniquities)
Then he snapped his fingers and our bones were covered in flesh as white as snow
And the people began to dance (Dance like David) and speak in strange tongues
And the desert became a garden of earthly delights where the sun shines eternal bright
And at the center of it all was this tree that bore strange fruit that pleased the eye
He said “don’t touch this fruit or you will surely die.”
Then, I tore off the white skin as this unholy rage began to grow in the pit of my stomach
It climbed up my throat
It began to spill out of my mouth
And I began to sing
Stop playing god, you’ll never be God, you’ll never be God, you’re not God, stop playing God...
One person’s nightmare is another person’s dream
Paradise ain’t what it seems
god
Lucidity has reached critical levels
Initiate the reset
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7. |
PARADISE 2
01:22
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GET BACK
I don’t wanna get too close now
To the thing I want the most now
I don’t wanna taste the sin
Eat the fruit never live again
I don’t wanna get too far from the garden
Born
Live
Eat
Suffer
Dust
Flesh
Breathe
Heaven
I know how you feel
You can sense it but you can’t explain
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8. |
paradise (3 + 4)
03:04
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There’s trouble, trouble, In paradise
The perfect bubble, It’s very nice
Except the struggle , To look pristine
To hide the rubble, Behind the scene
(It’s everything)
A pretty picture, A family
A lonely apple, Behind the scene
He’s watching, listening, Between the lines
He tries to tell them, They pay no mind
(It’s everyone)
AND IT'S EVERYONE, AND IT'S EVERYWHERE
AND IT'S EVERYONE
AND IT'S EVERYWHERE, AND IT'S EVERYONE
YOU 'GON FEEL IT WHEN I'M DONE
IT'S A PHONY FACE, IT'S A COLD EMBRACE
TREAT ME LIKE A BASKET CASE
I MIGHT CATCH A CASE, I MIGHT SNAP FOR REAL
SICK WORLD YOU CAN KEEP THE PILLS
YOU NIGGAS WAY BEHIND, IN A CLIP ON TIE
YOU SHOULD CATCH UP LIKE YOU DRIP ON FRIES
I WANNA SNIP ALL TIES, 'CAUSE I'M SICK OF FAKING
EVERYONE'S BLAN AGENT
AND THEY WANT MY SOUL , IT'S THE TRUMAN SHOW
THE SKY'S A LIE YOU SHOULD PLAY YOUR ROLE
OR WE CAN FORCE YOUR HAND, OR WE CAN HACK YOUR BRAIN
SYNTHETIC WOMB AND ELECTRIC CHAINS
OR WE CAN BOX YOU IN, DID IT BEFORE AND WE'LL DO IT AGAIN
ITS THE WIZ NIGGA, YOU CANT WIN
AND IF YOU RUN WE'LL BLOCK YOU, WITH THAT ELECTRIC SHOCK
LEAVE YOUR HAIR LIKE BASQUIAT
THEN WE'LL SEIZE YOUR THOUGHTS, MAKE YOU CONFESS YOUR SIN
AND THEN WE'LL PLUG YOU IN
IT'S EVERYWHERE
IT'S EVERYTHING
IT'S EVERYWHERE
Can’t get in, can’t get out
Paradise, paradise
He Will Add. Come in, He Will Add. This is The Snake. Don’t fear The OverMind.
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9. |
protection
01:54
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If the garden’s so perfect why does god need this barbed wire fence?
Is he keeping out danger or is he trying to keep me locked in?
All the angels don’t answer. They change the subject every time.
Do you like milk and honey? We’ve got burgers and fluorescent drinks.
Protection, protection
Be a fence all around me. That’s the hymn that the church people humm.
They ask god for protection. What is god protecting us from?
It’s just like a vase begging to be knocked off a shelf.
Is it meant to be broken? I’m incomplete, god’s obsolete.
(I wonder if I’m crazy, I wonder if I’m real.
Nobody’s gonna save me, I gotta take that pill.
The shadow not the substance, I wonder how life feels.
Should I leave and live in danger, or deal with your protection?)
Protection, protection
possession is love
compulsion is freedom
entrapment is safety
your prison is pretty
YOU CAN PLAY god BUT YOU'RE NOT GOD!
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10. |
GET OUT
03:01
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You only know what they say and the inner dissonance that it makes you feel
How do you feel?
You start to question your feelings ‘til you hardly know if your thoughts are real
How do you feel?
You stare into the abyss a precious part of you that used to be there
Gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out of here
Learn to take joy in distractions, it hurts far too much to be so aware
It hurts even more when you care
You hoard away your sweet pleasures, they’re the only you don’t have to share
(There’s vultures everywhere)
Gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out of here
Sad little acts of rebellion, tragic how they make you feel so damn free
But this isn’t free
Run to the end of your leash but you will never bite on that hand that feeds
Did you get what you need?
Just when you rise to the surface triggers send you bad to your inner hell
You’re sedating yourself
They have a million ways to control you, lust manipulation, brute force and fear
Gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out of here
(Sink)
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11. |
Inside
02:01
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Locked inside myself
I wanna let me out
Locked inside myself
I wanna let me out
Don’t wanna lose control
Don’t let ‘em take my soul
Locked inside myself
I wanna let me out
Can I find release
For the sacred beast, so I can make my peace, I wanna let me out
(Who told this was paradise?)
Don’t wanna live ashamed
Don’t wanna die in vain
I don’t wanna die in vain
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12. |
_
02:01
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Inner revolution, outer rules apply
Progress won’t come easy, something has to die
Inner revolution, won’t be televised
Tune into your suffering, struggle makes you wise
Inner revolution, who will gain control
Tyrants get caught sleeping, heads about to roll
Inner revolution, outer rules apply,
Progress won’t come easy, something has to die
Something has to die, die, die
You might dress in black and cry
Then you’ll break out
Out of paradise
Something on the inside, working on the outside
Oh what a change in my life
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13. |
Outside
04:50
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I thought about running away, but I wasn’t sure where I should go
I thought about leaving The Garden, would I miss all the people I know?
Stamp me a ticket for a one-way flight to the place where the civilized be
But I’m human you know so wherever I go I take primitive nature with me
(let me out...i’m a virgin to sin…)
I thought about changing my name, but I wasn’t sure who I should be
I thought about trying to evolve, maybe god wouldn’t recognize me
Change my height and I’d walk upright, trade my fur for a suit and a tie
But who cares how you’re dressed when your world’s a big mess? How I wish I wasn’t human I’d cry (let me out)
Let me out of here, maybe I can disappear
How will I survive in the world outside?
I thought about using my head, for something more than trying to survive
Cabbage and kings and the nature of things and theorizing if I’m really alive
If my brain could give birth to a thought that had worth maybe something transcendental and pure
But chaos and pain come from the very same brain and I wonder if I’d think of a cure
I thought about starting a utopia, it could be like something out of a dream
Me and my tribe in a pretty high rise with dominion over everything
Remove myself from the dust of the ground and live the way that I know that I must
But whatever I do one thing remains true everybody’s going back to the dust (let me out)
Let me out of here, maybe I can disappear
How will I survive in the world outside?
He Will Add. I’ve been watching you. You’re lucid. You’re awake in your dreams. But you dream while you’re awake. I know why you haven’t been sleeping. You’re seeking the truth. The truth is seeking you too.
I thought about eating the fruit, but I wasn’t sure how it would taste
Would there be a big bang at the base of my brain? Would my sweet innocence be erased?
I’m so very close to the thing I want most, I’m the cat curiosity killed
Seems the way that I’m made I could not have obeyed makes me wonder…
If I really have free will
The power of the world is clear. But there’s a power on the outside that is more powerful than the power on the inside. In other words, the power on the inside can’t hold when the power on the outside is greater. I want the world to see you. I want the world to know. (REV. DR. JENNIFER S. LEATH)
You can make me sing your hymns but freedom’s on my mind
The dissidence that grows within is driving me outside
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14. |
TEENAGE ANGST
07:05
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I. Prayer
Our Father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy shame
Thy will be done if that's what you want
But one day, I’ll run away
Amen
II. Shut Up
‘Scuse me if I haven’t stroked your ego much today
My ego could use some stroking too
Sorry I respond with no more than a word or two
If you had to talk to you, I bet you’d go silent too
You’re such a meanie, are you gonna shut up now?
You’re always screaming, are you gonna shut up now?
You’re so outdated, are you gonna shut up now?
I’m growing frustrated, don’t you ever shut up?
If I always spoke my mind you’d pop me on the mouth
So I keep my feelings to myself
Fix your fussing lips to ask me what I’m thinking ‘bout
Don’t huff or tap your toe, when I answer I don’t know
You’re such a meanie, are you gonna shut up now?
You’re always screaming, are you gonna shut up now?
You’re so outdated, are you gonna shut up now?
I’m growing frustrated, don’t you ever shut up?
Crazy how you make me feel like I’ve done something wrong
When I’m just watching Saturday cartoons
You can be real dark cloud a storm of insecurity
Don’t rain on my parade, get you judgments out my lemonade
(Chorus)
I can’t dress the way I like without you chiming in
With a sorry deconstruction of my style
You say all I have to do is church and school and chores
But I’ve got interests too, the least of them is you
(Chorus)
I’m growing frustrated, I hate it, I hate you
I love you, I’m confused, I’m abused
A breakthrough, a breakdown
The way that they have us controlled is by telling us what reality is. And if we accept that the powers within us will create that reality. (KRIS BECKER)
III. Runaway
I wanna runaway (It’s basically mind control)
You must know that I can’t stay (run)
IV. Icarus
He Will Add has been in contact with The Snake. Monitor him closely. All unpredictable behavior must be reported.
Preacher’s son
Bound to runaway
Wonder how the hell
Anyone can stay
Fly away
On your wings of wax
Never have regret
Never coming back
Runaway
Runaway
Wings of wax
Never coming back
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Joseph Lamar Denver, Colorado
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