time and bass
>> jamming now (mp3)
>> complex, complex system (mp3)
gonna go to our grave
saying what you are saying
it's so easy to blame
when they gotta pay
"there's no other way"
said the fool on this day
because the fool couldn't fit
couldn't sell, couldn't solicit
the path they had chosen
when our dinners were frozen
and our petrol even cheaper
and our wallet none the weaker
but, "it's not blood for oil"
unless the russians would toil
with our political objectives
now matter, how defective
ideological contraceptives
with our intentions, now elective
can't imagine in their shoes
can't see outside blues
just dark and bloody hues
from the cable network news
from the sides of biased views
and whether or not we lose
a whole bunch of people
a little bit of nature
some twisted channels
some twisted legislature
the egos rip the tear
the champion is churning
the eagle and the bear
the lives that are burning
so who's running the show?
what's the future in then?
as we're gone with the flow
in this complex, complex system...
a whole bunch of prospect
a little bit of dough
a psychological map
around our head don't we know
the egos out on tangents
our hero's great collide
and all of nature's people
in which we'll never confide
so who's leading the game?
what's over our heads?
are we gone with the flow,
in this complex, complex system?
and there's no other way
and all of our children
are going to have to pay
for the things we have been
on the shocking springs of sin
in that beast you drive in
we're gonna go to our grave
with how we behave
from the view of their perspective
and the truth of our directives
can we eat all the food?
can we beat all the brood?
is that really justice?
or is that not just us?
when we do what it is we must
and create so much hate and distrust
when we rightously assume
it's our right to consume
anything our heart might desire
and makes it perfectly fine,
to steal and conspire,
to slick and wine and dine,
to take all the world's loot
and not give a hoot, to boot
gonna go to our grave
saying what you are saying
it's so easy to blame
when they gotta pay
"there's no other way"
said the fool on this day
>> suits (mp3)
every action has a reaction,
and yet all around me,
are nothing but suits,
telling me why,
that's not true,
black's really blue,
birds don't fly,
and intuition is sin...
(intuition is life,
intuition is success,
is achievement,
is reward,
is artistry,
is love,
is integrity -
is everything those damned suits,
will tell you why)
that's not true,
black's really blue,
bird's don't fly,
and intuition is sin.
>> between the lines (mp3)
can we feed, between the lines
in these, dark and lonely times
watch us bleed, between the lines
watch the feed, between our minds
feed the media, take in some honey
the opinions making, where's the money
keeping it all, in our kind
making it all, in our one-track mind
can we feed, between the lines
with these, self-important rhymes
watch us bleed, between the lines
on your capital, and on your dime
pure-logic, twisted it at your knee
has you trapped in the prism of free
watch the feed, between our lines
on your capital, and on your dime
can we feed, between the lines
in these, dark and lonely times
watch us bleed, between the lines
watch the feed, between our mind
>> negative energy (mp3)
raging purple with raw envy
the flow of this negative energy
comes pouring out to meet me
when i let go completely
when i give into to intuition
and cast away all them dark suspicions
the world would work against me
remind me that i'm not so free
but the sages have found ways
over the ages, over many days
to readjust the flow
and make whole what we know
raging purple with raw envy
the flow of negative energy
comes pouring out to meet you
when you let go completely
when fate's hand comes for you,
will you know exactly what to do?
will you grasp it's thumb just so,
and redirect negative's flow?
or will you crash and burn my friends,
like the fate of unlearned men,
dissipating sense and muse,
with posturing and crafty moves
raging purple with raw envy
the flow of negative energy
comes pouring out to meet us
when we let go completely
- - - -
so spoils to the victor indeed
but is that all we really need?
is that not the broken steed
of ignorance and selfish greed?
as much as it might not be all
nothing more than victory's need
no matter how far we fall...
no matter how much we bleed...
raging purple with raw envy
the flow of negative energy
came pouring out to meet me
when i let go completely
>> ride (mp3)
>> all in the mind (mp3)
>> yesterday's (mp3)
no more tomorrow, no more of today
no more truth to be said in that way
no more of moral, no more of less
no moral of the things we all must confess
today's terrorist is yesterday's hero
today's woman is yesterday's man
today's republican is yesterday's democrat
today's valour is yesterday's horror
but today's horror is yesterday's valour
today's DNC is yesterday's GOP
today's man is yesterday's woman
today's hero is yesterday's terrorist
there's plenty more of sin, plenty more of greed
but there's simply no more
of all that we need
no more left, of yesterday's need
>> ahab (mp3)
sharpening the harpoon
the time is gonna come real soon
when we finally slay big Dick
when we slay the mighty whale
when we ruin all life we got left
and drop old Moby with Delta Force
and force 'em to stay the course
without a single shred of remorse
and all hope of respect
is lost on the whale
in Cap't Ahab's Nation
the causing of utter devastation
in the fight for our Ego
our love is impaled
by the spite of greed's harpoon
out huntin' for the whale
out satiating vengeance
out of sanity's mindful gaze
out of humanity's hopeful days
out of time and out of greed
slaying the standards of life
for the standards of living
slaying the hopes of the many
for the comfort of the few
in the name of all of you
slaying the biggest Dick
shepherding Cap't Ahab's herd
is the sneaky-cheeky prick
with tales of mass destruction
in a hail of mass induction
lives the failed principle of democracy
on the rocks of republican oligarchy
----
so death's profit, you see
darkly shrouded in strife
is all that ever will be
cutting you like a knife
until you break the chain
until you take the pain
until you can be the one
to find the profit in life
----
(see: chapter one, Loomings, of Herman Melville's "Moby Dick")
I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this:
"Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the United States.
"WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL."
"BLOODY BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN."
Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers, the Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, when others were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies, and short and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in farces- though I cannot tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the circumstances, I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was a choice resulting from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating judgment. |
