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Under The Bodhi Tree
04:10
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UNDER THE BODHI TREE
Jesus at the Sea of Galilee
Buddha sits under the Bohdi tree
Mohammed rocks the Mecca in the east
Lao Tzu rides away on the water beast
Find a way follow it till you die
Hope and pray there’s an afterlife
Noone ever desires to be
Worm food for all eternity
But I can’t trust the Father that I know
Will he try to touch me down below?
Will the cloth bring me to my knees?
To hide the secrets of their disease?
Welcome to the 21st Century
Is it all you wanted it to be
Do you live in the lap of luxury
Or Under the gun you cannot flee?
Masters of the whole damn universe
Captains of industry and worse
Make war machines that we curse
They own the drugs, guns, and hearse
Watch the news can’t believe what they say
All the words have been bought and paid
Big brother lies waiting in the shade
Truth is the first thing betrayed
Sucking on the teat of MTV
Tell me how blonde should I be.
Promote Stereotypes as reality
And the Real World is just some make believe
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New Mexico
04:52
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Mac Brazzell found a spaceship on his place today
Found a rocket ship crashed into the rocks today yeah
Silver shone the metal skin
The debris blew in the wind
Of a sight so alien
The little people all were gray
A secret team swept them away
But he knew they were from outer space
Cuz he’d never seen anyone look that way
In New Mexico, Crashing in New Mexico
So if the ET are so damn smart
Why does their fine ride crash and fly apart (I don’t know, I don’t know)
It sure was strange out there on the range,
A silver spaceship where the sheep wouldn’t graze.
What if they’re not in it for us?
Who we gonna turn to and who we gonna trust
Who's going to save our ass this time?
Better stand up, better look inside
In New Mexico, Crashing In New Mexico,
Crashing in New Mexico, Away we go…
The Air Force said it was a weather balloon
And anyone who thinks different is a crazy loon (I don’t know, I don’t know)
If blips are seen on the radar screen
And nobody legit even says a thing (I don’t know, I don’t know)
What if they’re not in it for us?
Who we gonna turn to and who we gonna trust
Wonder if God’s looking out for us
Or if human nature’s just gone bust
In New Mexico, Crashing In New Mexico,
Crashing in New Mexico, Away we go…
If they take our women, mutilate our cows
And come and go from here without a sound (I don’t know, I don’t know)
Are we all going crazy or just getting real?
And what causes those circles in my neighbor’s field (I don’t know, I don’t know)
If someone knows they sure won't tell
And some folks think it's just as well
Others just got something to sell
Are we all just in a spell
In New Mexico, Crashing in New Mexico
Crashing in New Mexico, Away we go
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3. |
City Of The Almost Dead
04:05
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City of the almost dead
Living in open graves
Hotwired necropolis heads
Fashion conscious slaves
Hollowed out eyes
That never sees the light
Morning comes too soon
For legions of the night
City of the almost dead
Looking for a little shade
Bombs going off in their heads
Some devil in a nice suit made
Insane is the brain
That brews up the acid rain
And shame is the game
That only we should play
Pipeheads and whoremasters
Letter bombs and bulldozers
Artifacts and heretics
Do I hear a tick tock tick tick
Blood clots and astronauts
Easter bomber Shopping bots
Undermining the motherload
Stolen from her then resold oh no
Close the door behind you now
Breathe into a poison cloud
It’s the world you live in now
Can’t you hear the silent sounds
Of markets crashing to the ground
On top of bodies never found
When the drapes comes down
City of the almost dead
Missing the once so brave
Listen what the angels said
The future is not yet made
Open your eyes
And start to see the light
Morning wants to break
On freedom and the might
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4. |
Another American Dream
04:56
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She wore her bikini to the wedding
And smiled like a fresh peeled peach
Her constellation was above her
And the mariachis played so sweet
She could feel the motion
Of the soft Pacific Ocean
The summer of butterscotch candy
Melted at her feet
The whole world was her oyster
To be pillaged and eaten, and beaten
Sucked down in seconds
Quickly on to the next one, and the next one
Young boys stared at her picture
Their girlfriends wanted to kiss her
#1 in the free world
And noone could reach her
So low and behold, Another American Dream
So blonde and so bold, but not quite what she seems
So cloned and alone, another sad homecoming queen
The kamikaze paparazzi
Took pictures so naughty at the Roxy
Pounced onto her arrival
Like plagues from the Bible, it's survival
The tabloids will surely exploit
The downfall of any girl or boy
That gets caught up in the headlines of the ploy
So low and behold, Another American Dream
So blonde and so bold, but not quite what she seems
So cloned and alone, another sad homecoming queen
Then one day she vanished off into thin air
Like a POW except we all cared
She left us without knowing
To the place that she was going
But the world spun on and we forgot
And now she's somewhere sewing
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5. |
Excess
02:44
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Fructose, Sucrose, give me some glucose
Caffeine, nicotine, where’s my guillotine
Alcohol, manitol, fixes me a speedball
Red meat, burnt beef, pour me the straight grease
Hemlock, aftershock, crack cocaine, hot rock
Porno, video, San Fernando peep show
Internet bed wet, glued to the TV set
Romance paperback, secrets in a papersack
Ounce for ounce, pound for pound
Gram for Gram, I don’t give a damn
Workaholic, psychotic, comes home robotic
Love deprived, stepford wives spend their time anaesthetized
Athletic, anorexic, take another diuretic
Narcotic, symbiotic, codependent alcoholic
Feral kids of television armed at school ignore tuition
Inefficient Politicians hire deficient statisticians
Crooked cops illegal stops military loves black ops
Without debate they detonate the new world police state
Chauvinistic, masochistic, sports addicted pizza mystic
White lies and alibis, supersize my shake and fries
New age, road rage, take me to the last stage
Underage stripper singer mousketeer in a cage
Insider trading, masturbating, overstated profit rating
Bankrupt, handcuffed, CEO’s with dandruff
Country club, backrub, dead hooker in the bathtub
Supersonic Gin and Tonic, don’t forget the deep colonic
Nothing breeds excess like success
Nothing succeeds like success
Nothing breeds excess like success
Nothing succeeds like excess
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All the therapy in the world is just a lot of talk about yourself
How things should have been, how they are,
And, is there a hell?
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is wrong
Keep yourself in chains if you want to
I want to be free
Release the reigns from your fears
And learn to breathe
We are not alone we are not the masters
We are not Gods gift to God
We are animals with souls
We drink and then we smoke, without a clue we nod
I’ve seen the future and its not what it used to be
You gotta Question everything
Everything you see
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is wrong
This is just a dream in the big sleep
That we cant leave
True is stranger than lies you know that we weave
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7. |
Dead Roses In Bloom
03:57
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Dead Roses In Bloom
Rendezvous in central park
Searching for fire
Searching for a spark
Katmandu in mile high man
Got lost with a compass
Strapped to my hand
Dead roses in bloom
In late afternoon
Incredibly tacky
Smell of cheap perfume
On her subtle wrist
Was a tattooed amethyst
First I knelt and then I kissed
That rose between her hips
Rendezvous in central park
Found some fire
Found some sparks
Crawling thru the nether lands
Got lost in a moment
Of you in my hands
Dead roses in bloom
In late afternoon
Incredibly tacky
Smell of cheap perfume
On her subtle wrist
Was a tattooed amethyst
First I knelt and then I kissed
That rose between her hips
Love can make burn
And love can make you free
These voices are the same
Inside you and me
I stand and look at you
I like the view
I like the view
Up here
I like the view up here, up here
i like the view up here
We can't go back
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8. |
Jesus Or The Devil
03:25
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9. |
The First Clone
03:56
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The first clone looked younger than life
Appeared stronger than truth.
One better than real
One newer than truth
The first clone looked around at its life
Its birth and its right
When you’re second Behind
At the head of the line
The imperfect copy
Was all original
Despite duplication
soul is individual
From the splice to the road
A seed was sewn
And now a new one grows.
The first clone said why am I here
And Then where do I go
I feel so alone
Even when I'm at home
It was a dream to someone
But not to me
I want to be someone
but theres already one
just like me
The first clone was a challenge to god
Whats a young clone to do
Cant go back to the tube
Must be the first of the new Sheeple
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10. |
Phantasmagloria
04:24
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Call the devil on his cell phone
See who’s kicking in the slaughter zone
Fry up some chicken for the super bowl
Play that Chuck Berry Rock n Roll
Americana Propaganda
Singing hymns on the veranda
Officer read my rights Miranda
To a Gothic kid in Indiana
Dreamed I was playing dominoes
With Al Pacino as Serpico
Across from him sat DeNiro
While Elvis shuffles and Brando rolls
Phantasmagoria Gloria
Gloria
Where’s my Dorothy and Toto
Are they still in the tornado?
The emerald city’s a go-go
Let us rest in peace and go for broke
Phantasmagoria Gloria
Gloria
Your temples of gold
Your temples of gold
your temples of light, and of sound, and of silver
And of money that is rolled
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11. |
Love Is The Only Answer
02:01
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Served by Asians in half bow
The vacant candidate on the prowl
He looks for light and bytes of sound
Shakes some hands deny the bodycount
Great American Psychopath
Puppet of the ruling class
Strike a match in front of gas
Reptile mind just growing cold
Steal the fortune and you sell your soul
All your creditors put out on hold
Blind our eyes
Silence our words
So your lies are all that's heard
But pretty soon the truth will be unearthed
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