1. |
Thou Shalt Not Kill
04:10
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“Listen carefully to Me
All of you understand:
There is nothing outside a man
Which by going into him can
RUIN
But the things which come out of the heart of a man are what defile and dishonour him.
If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear
Are you such a fool?
Do you not understand that whatever goes into the man
from outside cannot defile and dishonour him,
Whatever comes from the heart of a man, that is what defiles and dishonours him.
For from within, out the heart of men,
come base and malevolent thoughts and schemes, acts of sexual immorality, thefts, murders, adulteries,
Acts of greed
Wickedness, deceit,
Envy and jealousy,
Slander and profanity,
Exodus - Twenty Thirteen
If you skipped ahead - It's in Deuteronomy
The list is long - The list of shame - They murdered for you
You killed in their name
The list, as is - The list will end – when we evolve and learn
The World is our only friend
Generals, senators, congressmen – please heed the call
united we stand – divided we fall
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2. |
What Great Nation
05:33
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What Great Nation
Settlers all
travelling small
in between places
stopping and starting
made up of rocks and rivers
from all sorts of locations
passing gases through history
devouring in absentia
ancestors never met each other
many wouldn't have gotten along
plenty of that was
they were told not to
their ancestors
served a different king
we cheer for winners and losers
the ones we identify
maybe their name resembles ours
or we can picture their address
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3. |
A Long Walk
06:42
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how we get on the gone
one foot in front of the other
horse gonna die
car's gonna run outta gas
ship's gonna sink
wing's gonna fail
blink and you still here
spaceship passes by
gazing at the engine
harness all that force
that's me behind the wheel
pedal to the metal
manifest speed and power
the escalator to g*d's throne
by any means necessary
the planet is my ride
I ain't ridin' shotgun
places to go, people to see
four on the floor, three on the tree
two stroke mixture, one place to be me
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4. |
Sacred Image
06:25
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I can see you
and that's ok
that's who you are
and this is me
got no shirt
got no shoes
you are full service
to your own you
bare legs
and all your ink
I recognize you have a mom and dad
just like everyone
you're having fun
and that's ok
until the fuzz shows up
to spread the law
they say it's irresponsible
they say it unsanitary
they say it's unsightly
they say it's illegal
This can't be against a law
The biggest idiot believes we are made in sacred image
it is my responsibility
where I focus my eyes
and what I infer
when I do so
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5. |
In The Here
04:38
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how you feelin'
groovy as in protected
movin' right along
led somewhere over the rainbow
this is worth the wait
feelin' freakin' great
See the sky as never before
the plants are kinda smiling
the rhythm in my nature
is in my feet
I'm carried from here
to wherever
with my engine gently purring
here and everywhere
blameless, shameless
harmless, free
I understand
me
in the
here
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6. |
Behind Black Windows
05:10
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head in my hand
silently defending what I know
from the voice saying
end it
because is only a part
we know it's not fair
hiding from your smile
so you don't get what we got
sadness is more than black windows
it is a near constant threat
A peripheral figure in a mysterious cloak
waiting to watch the knife going in
The belt
the hook
around the weeper's neck
will he let you get away with it this time
or will the spell be broken again
the fear comes out of the frustration faucet
only to fill again on its own
unwelcome breach
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7. |
Let's Fall
03:34
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can't grasp it
that's ok
can't draw it
that's ok
we can speak it
we can feel it
there is trust, there is safety
there are so many of us
the connection is real
it triggers happiness
from somewhere
supernatural
our pulses race
all of us
we want it
we'll do everything to know it
since we can't have it
as it only exists
when it is shared
come on, let's fall
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8. |
Translation
02:31
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this is what I'm trying to say
but by saying it this way
it only make sense here
and is lost in translation
if I just knew how to create
a uniform message to you
that would make real sense
I could get across
affect
an effect
navigate the labyrinth
discover agreement
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9. |
The Obelisk
04:57
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to prove to you
that my me is real
to roll the dice after
having disclosed the total
magic or slight of hand
exaggerate or inflate
the spin of history
to support my claim of me
the tiny fence around the me
cultivated so carefully
running flat out
jumping straight up
standing super still
swinging from a bridge
your attention please
validate me, can't you read the sign
this is the cause, intelligent design
an overpass from foolishness to maturity
the limit of achievement exists on the clock
the frame around the portrait is history
a decorated bunting
a clutch of courtesy
the obelisk signifies
tall, proud
balanced out of place
alone and braced for solitude
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10. |
Land, Sea, Sky, Air
06:37
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here I am
can you see me
I scratched it on the wall
before I knew I shouldn't have
just got here
what's the rumpus
didn't even look at the map
or unpack the compass
a moving product of overjoyed
just a rip in time and space
since matter can't be destroyed
I took something else's place
check this out
there's this thing
an idea or a concept
water will find ground
what's happening here? what's happening now?
time to be high minded or lowbrow
I am the land, the sea, the sky, the air
I can be solutions anywhere and everywhere
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11. |
Discover Us
10:05
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the holy land
is where we stand
and all we see
is you and me
the sheets of rain
the slides of mud
the crush of waves
the pools of blood
the gold, the silver
the diamonds and rust
all clues leading
to discover us
as long as we steal from each other
we don't advance
the suffering we cause
we experience together
every punishment has a receiver
every idea has a believer
every believer is had by a deceiver
every idea is ours
every discovery has a biographer
every recovery sheds a victim
every transcendence leaves a trail of dust
every success outruns a bust
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12. |
True Sight
06:59
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thank the dark for muting the colours
thank the dark for amplifying the sounds inaudible during the day
thank the dark for framing the dawn
thank the dark for hiding the details of decay
middle of the night
we call it twelve or double zero
on the front side: acceptable
on the back side: danger
all night spent working
propping up the belief and motivation
through the invitation from the dark
to give in and let go
orange haze or yellow glow
city night a sickly hue
our eyes adjust to the difference
the rhythm challenges our pulse
yet we are ultimately alive
in this pitch, abyss, gloom
with hints here and there that others such as us
are ultimately elsewhere
we are from the dark
the dark is our fuel
we grow in the blackness
we return to renewal
from the abyss
we emerge from the gate
it is to this same throughpoint
we become our fate
when and where all colours
are cancelled to one
abiding no boundary
nor obeys the sun
we are told to fear
trained to forget
from where we came
the secrets we kept
it is light that destroys us
as any sacred rite
that destruction invites us
to the knowledge of night
turn on total vision
what is obscured by light
restored by the dark
full frequency sight
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13. |
I Hold My Hand
05:38
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in my hand
I hold my hand
my blood, my flesh and bone
my tendon and sinew
around my finger
I have a band
that shows my commitment
to my choice
around my neck
I have my ancestors
and my hobbies and clubs
I have my keys and codes and entry passes I have been granted
around my wrist
I control time
and I can see
my heart rate
in my ears
I punctured holes
to support little objects
I would otherwise misplace
on my skin I have pictures of others
slogans and sayings
I am a survivor or I am the tiger
and flowers and logos and brands
with all I possess I can be real
but I can't be another
They must be them
Or I stop being me
We can be us
and us could be we
in my hand
I hold my hand
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