1. |
Hang Up
05:44
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Hang up
Come on over
Said the tripper to the Gauth
Ul-Azam was the Gauth
Cotton Wool Dede
Master of Masters
I tell you Dede
From the divers near
Down in deep
I clocked all of you
To a place so fond
Where there, even angels are allowed
Where even angels are allowed
Hagia Sophia
And you are the Ahmad too
And you are The Jesus, The Moses, The
Ahmad too
"Yeah," says the Gauth
"True" says the Hu
“Hang up –
Hang up the phone and come on over”
Down in Deep
I clocked all of you
To a place so fond
Where there even angels are allowed
Where even Angels are allowed
Hagia Sophia
If the truth be told
What the tripper saw
His lessons was to meet
To wıthdraw the devils gun there
“You've been dragging yourself through a thorn bush with no clothes on -
Through a thorn bush with no clothes on”
Hanging up the phone, hanging up the phone
Hanging up the phone come over home
I tell you master, you!
Hang up the phone
Hagia Sophia
Hang up the phone and come on over
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2. |
I Am My Own Name
05:46
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I am my own name
I am my own
I am my own name, my own name
My own name
My own name
I am
No thin pixie
White and drawn
No shaded shadow
No monk head shorn
No jaded shock star
Or blackened thorn
No heathen cynic
No lover scorned
A seeking searcher
A shifting shape
A spirit lifter
Where the sea doth break
I fought the misers pawn to king
Where death drew sick
I call out the ring
Move and shimmer
In the magical dust
Swing the lanterns of the Sacred
I am my own name
I am my own
I am my own name
My own name
My own name
My own name
I am
I fought the misers’
Pawn to King
Where death drew out
Call out The Ring
Move shimmer in the magical dust
Swing the lanterns at the sacred Musk
No pixie, nor white and drawn
No shaded shadow
No monk head shorn
No jaded shock star
No blackened thorn
No.....
Seeking searcher
Shifting shape
I am my own
I am my own name
I am my own name
I am my own name
How is the new baby
This is a pitiful country around
How is the new baby
This is a pitiful country around here
I am my own
I am my own
I am my own
I am my own
I am my own
I am my own name
I am my own
How is the new baby
This is a pitiful country around
How is the new baby
This is a pitiful country around here
I am my own name
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3. |
Low Tar Stars
04:12
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Selling fake religion
The same old scenery
The path of Marlboro lights
Low tar stars
Only stars when they're out of reach
If lowered are just hot and burning things
Get too close to a star!
Low tar stars
Hyper God sales strategies
Vicious hearing aids
Welcome to the real world
Of you're sleeping
Low tar stars
Dispossessed funny animals
And a million no’s
Move in on you
With a million no’s
Move it, move it
In love
From love
In love
With love
Of love
As love
From love
With love
Super sprayed on hairdos
And out to do on you
Reflex icons bark
Low tar stars
Out of the flat philosophy door
With love we feel to value strongly
Get far away from that car
Low tar stars
Dispossessed funny animals
And a million no’s
Move in on you
With a million no’s
Move it move it!
In love, we feel strongly
From love, we feel beauty
In love, we feel strongly
With love, we feel beauty
Of love, strongly
As love, with beauty
From love, strongly
With love, beauty
Strongly, with beauty
Strongly
Beauty
In love, we feel strongly
From love, we feel beauty
In love, we feel strongly
With love, we feel beauty
Of love, strongly
As love, with beauty
From love, strongly
With love, beauty
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4. |
I'm on Your Side
05:29
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It seems like the day
Like there is no way
To get the meaning right
To get the right insight
It seems I'm with you
Through thick and thin hue
Let's jettison in flight
Let's break out through the night
I like that bitter pill
That killer instinct still
I wake with you no cry
In you I will confide
I'm on your side
I'm on your side
I'm on your side
On your side
I like that bitter pill
The killer instinct still
I'll wake with you no cry
In you I will confide
It seems I'm with you
Through thick and thin hue
Let's jettison in flight
Let's break out through the night
I like that bitter pill
That killer instinct still
I'll wake with you no cry
In you I will confide
I'm on your side
I'm on your side
I'm on your side
On your side
The was a white cage to your left
And then you looked to the right
And the birds flew past the sun
Eden to our, to our right
I'm on your side
I'm on your side
I'm on your side
On your side
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5. |
Compression
06:12
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Look in the mirror
Lest you forget
The flower in the room
And on the dot of half past three
You are the loom
And on the dot of half past three
And please don't tell
Those Bleakers here
Everything about me
Compression is my lesson
And is for free
Compression my lesson
From you to me
My lesson
Confession
My lesson
Compression
My lesson
Compression
You're the rudder to another sea
Another time
This advice for free
In another time
Turn the feyness inside out
Inside out
Make your feyness, you and me count
And please don't tell
Those Bleakers here
Everything about me
Compression is my lesson
And is for free
Compression my lesson
From you to me
My lesson
Confession
My lesson
Compression
My lesson
Compression
The said out loud “The Only One”
They said out loud “The Only One”
They said out loud “The Only One”
They said out loud “The Only One”
Rare diamonds pale
They said out loud
“The Only One”
My lesson
Confession
My lesson
Compression
My lesson
Compression
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6. |
Holy Crown
04:14
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Whether you have an inner judge
Or an amassed altered jury
This is no crown
This is no glory
This is no crown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
This was a battered son
Nor high in stature
Of culture absorbed inside your head
Some part of you is fooled
Some heart of you is fooled
This is no crown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Call on the banners
Spin on the spinner judge
Out of the rut gutters
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Find your Holy Clown
Call on the banners
Spin out the spinner judge
Out of the rut gutters
Call on the banners
Spin with the spinner’s judge
Out of the rut gutters
Find your Holy
Find your Holy
Clown
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7. |
The Rose
03:36
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The sweet notes
Of the memory calling you
Made his excuses first
His pleading notes
His lover's thirst
And through the crowd and silence spread as he
Descanted on love's scope and mystery
But not at you, she has faded in a day
But no at you, she has faded in a day
The secrets of all love are known to me
Throughout the darkest night
My song resounds
When love speaks in my soul
My voice replies
The plaintive wailing:
But not at you, she has faded in a day
My love is for the rose
I bow to her, I bow to her
The rose has faded has
Faded
The rose the rose has faded,
Faded
But not at you, she has faded in a day has faded, faded
But not at you, she has faded in a day
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8. |
The Ghost of Shokan Lake
06:28
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Swimming in the sea
Looking for the water
Swimming in the sea
Looking for the water
A peripheral nomad shake
The sur-ratio of one t’ three
A piece of Middle East
Smaller than a bloody ant
The ghost of Shokan Lake
The ghost of Shokan Lake
The ghost of Shokan Lake
The ghost of Shokan Lake
Swimming in the sea
Looking for the water
Swimming in the sea
Looking for the water
The ghost of Shokan Lake
Is swimming in the water
The ghost of Shokan Lake
Is swimming in the water
The ghost of Shokan Lake
The ghost of Shokan Lake
The ghost of Shokan
Is swimming in the water
The ghost of Shokan Lake
The ghost of Shokan Lake
The ghost of Shokan Lake
The ghost of Shokan Lake
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9. |
Eliza
03:23
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My sin is a decade long guest
Accepted as a norm
How promising the possibility
I am born to be myself
Now it is not to be denied
Worthy of this joy
How promising the possibility
You were made to be yourself
Eliza
Eliza free
Eliza
Eliza
Eliza free yourself
Eliza free yourself
The Gift of my unlimited Intelligence,
I am unique
I'm a painter on the hearts of those I sing for
Pain is not a necessity
Neither is it God's will
The sense of truth
Eliza
Eliza free
Eliza
Eliza
Eliza free yourself
Eliza free yourself
Everyone now has a future
Nothing less would be a shame
Reaching for a closer union
War on war is nothing strange
She could never be subjected
Savage millions unfurl
She must take a peaceful moment
Eliza the Buddha girl
Eliza
Eliza free
Eliza
Eliza
Eliza free yourself
Eliza free yourself
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10. |
Loctaine
06:25
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Words are just
Broken up
The singer's tones
Now flowing flow
In your eyes
In your words
In your heart
A flowing flow
Words are broken up
The singer's tones
A flowing flow
Lips like wings
A troubled day
Is disquiet
Lips like wings
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
He believed
In a safety that was not there
Loctaine
Detect alone
All Straight the crowds
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Your words are broken up
The singer's tones
Outward flowing flow
Over into ears
Over into eyes
Deeper into chest
Loctaine
Detold
Loctaine
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Th’ Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
Loctaine
Elect
Are straight above
Forgiving him
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11. |
Lion
04:41
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Toward the leafs
Scattered brushed
Long brown leadened
Swirl of haze trodden
The spring garden
Merges with
Merges down
With the forgotten
Flowers. Fawn, shadows mere
On a puppet horizon
We want that lion
On our skin
The best of the set we think we've gotten
As if we possess
That we would rise
To a Master's height
A worse sublime
When the tattooist claws in
And starts his trace
We grimacing and cry “foul”
Flowered forn, shadows , mere
On a puppet horizon
We want that lion
On our skin
The best of the set we think we've gotten
Save only the lion's tail
The pain of imprint not what we thought
The lion safe from knotted claws
Is not what we've forgotten
Towards that wall
Of scattered brush
Long and proud
Forgotten
Swirl of haze
Swirl of trust
The spring garden
That we've trodden
Flower, forna ,shadows mere
On a puppet horizon
We want that lion traced on our skin
The best of set we think we've gotten
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