ENMESHED (chant) Forestville CA 1992?
I look to the sky / I listen to the wind / I smell the earth
I smell the sky / I hear the wind / I look to the earth
I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed
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Life moves me / Love moves me / Beauty has me
Life moves me / Love moves me / Beauty has me
I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed
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I rush forward / I jump back / I stand
I stand forward / I stand back / I am
I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed
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You feel the wind / You touch the sky / You are the earth
You touch the wind / you are the sky / You feel the earth
I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed
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You are love / Your are life / You are beauty
You are love / Your are life / You are beauty
I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed / I'm so enmeshed
THE DRAGON Forestville CA 1992
I saw the dragon, it shines like a nuke
I smelt the city, it makes me wanna puke
I heard the police, they bark like a dog
I gotta hide in the forest & the fog
Go suck a socket, go eat a live wire
To be alone is my only desire
Sing another song for the dragon
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I don't need drugs, I've got endorphins
I don't need brains, I'v got rubber fins
I hide under rocks, I hide in holes
I got a gun and my dog patrols
I got a brain and a brain's got me
I drink a little beer and now I gotta pee
Sing another song for the dragon
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(instrumental)
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I can't stop the moon shimmering, can't stop the rain
I can't sell you stuff on TV, I don't play that game
I can't keep wine from killing you, can't set you free
I can't keep the dragon off you, can't clip its wings
I can't show you new songs, can't make you sing
But we can roll off a cliff, baby, just you and me
Sing another song for the dragon
THE WORLD ENCOMPASSED (synth voice) Forestville CA 10 May 1992
A rough beast, aye, see where it goes, see how they run,
By the waters of Babylon, by the prairies of Edmonton,
All over Chicago, way down yonder in New Orleans, don't forget the Motor City,
By the Merseyside, and the Shakeyside, down by the riverside,
The people come from miles around, whenever they're ready,
And the music begins to play, and nighttime turns to day,
And it burns burns burns, that ring of fire, light my fire,
Fighting soldiers from the sky, hearts torn in every way,
The eastern world, it is exploding, they're dancing in the streets,
I can't help myself, I just wanna make love to you, love me do,
If I had to do it all over again, I'd give it all away.
SEX WITH (synth voice) Forestville CA 9 July 1992
sex with men, sex with women, sex with children, sex with yourself
sex with animals, sex with vegetables, sex with minerals
sex with inflatables, sex with inflammables
sex with telephones, sex with telegraphs, sex with televisions
sex with innervisions, sex with inventions, sex with intentions
sex with tension, sex with tennis, sex with tennis shoes
sex with insects, sex with birds, sex with fish
sex with cows, sex with pigs, sex with sheep, sex with horses
sex with hope, sex with soap, sex with dope, sex with rope
sex with electronics, sex with teledildonics, sex with symphonics
sex with literateurs, sex with binoculors, sex with bulldozers
sex with politicians, sex with economists
sex with artists, sex with sculptors, sex with models, sex with critics
sex with teachers, sex with students, sex with dropouts
sex with boys, sex with girls
sex with humor, sex with fever, sex with chills
sex with despair, sex with au pair, sex with my hair
sex with me, sex with you, sex sex sex
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sex without men, sex without women, sex without children, sex without yourself
sex without animals, sex without vegetables, sex without minerals
sex without inflating, sex without inflammation
sex without telephoning, sex without telegraphing, sex without televisioning
sex without innervisioning, sex without inventing, sex without intending
sex without tension, sex without tennis, sex without tennis shoes
sex without insects, sex without birds, sex without fish
sex without cows, sex without pigs, sex without sheep, sex without horses
sex without hope, sex without soap, sex without dope, sex without rope
sex without electronics, sex without dildonics, sex without symphonics
sex without literateurs, sex without telescopes, sex without bulldozers
sex without politicians, sex without economy, sex without artistry
sex without sculptors, sex without modeling, sex without criticizing
sex without teaching, sex without studying, sex without dropping out
sex without boys, sex without girls
sex without humor, sex without fever, sex without chills
sex without despair, sex without au pair, sex without my hair
sex without me, sex without you, sex sex sex
sex sex sex, sex sex sex, sex sex sex, sex sex sex
LIED #1 (Schumann/Satie-esque) Forestville CA Summer 1992
What spirit is this that takes my hand and leads me
down halls I've never seen? What floors beneath my
feet to hold me above Hell? What light to see?
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What ghost is this that takes my fingers, feeling
each joint and pad, smiling? What doors may I open
which are forever closed to me? Where is the light?
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What memories drown me and choke me and tear out my heart,
beating and bleeding? What strength holds me together
for more and more, ever and ever? What is time?
ZEN RAP GODZ (techno rap chant) Forestville CA Summer 1992
Hooked on Zen, hooked on chanting
Hooked on Zen, hooked on chanting
Nam nyoho renge kyo
Nam nyoho renge kyo
Nam nyoho renge kyo
Nam nyoho renge kyo
Hooked on Zen, hooked on Zen
Hooked on Zen, hooked on Zen
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Hooked on Zen, hooked on mantras
Hooked on Zen, hooked on mantras
Om mani padrha om
Om mani padrha om
Om mani padrha om
Om mani padrha om
Hooked on Zen, hooked on Zen
Hooked on Zen, hooked on Zen
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(temple bells, bowls, chimes, blurred chanting)
(then again, reversed, over rhythm track, etc.)
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Hooked on Rap, hooked on rapping
Hooked on Rap, hooked on rapping
Get down, get back, get off
Get down, get back, get off
Get down, get back, get off
Get down, get back, get off
Hooked on Zen, hooked on Zen
Hooked on Zen, hooked on Zen...
LITTLE THINGS (trance) Forestville CA 1992?-99
Little thoughts, little dreams
Little things that make you scream
Little hopes, little lies
Little wounds that make you die
Little sparks, little flames
Little wires that bring you pain
--
And some little harmonies, and some little fantasies
And some little ecstacies, memories, new disease...
--
Little men, little pets,
Little magic amulets
Little dreams, little fears,
Little time that squashes years
Little implants, little plugs
Little aliens and drugs
--
And some little empty bowls, and some little dusty souls,
And some little sugar rolls, space-time folds, lonely roads...
APOSTROPHE DOMINE GODZ (metalloid) California Jan 1992?
What godz & goddesses, princes & predidentz,
demonz & dementos, priests & politicians,
Tear us from our daily orbits and
Cast us into an ocean of pain, a sea of sorrow?
Remember today, forget tomorrow...
We were cozy before our fires, safe in sleepy dreams,
When power beyond us changed our lives,
probably not for the better
An avalanche rips down the mountain,
catches us up, carries us away,
dresses us in funny clothes,
strips us of our morals
Like the consorts of the godz & goddesses,
we copulate with cattle & swans & tigers & trees
We command a unified nuclear force
but otherwise have no say in the course of events
We vote by car-bomb, LSD in the water,
whisper campaigns against our adversaries,
slashing tires and looting the bankrupt
We lose our religions, our thrones, our key-rings
We groom much too often.
THE LETTER (slow boogie blues) Forestville CA 2 Jan 1992
I saw the mailman, he said he had a letter for me
I was on the street, my mailman, he said he had a letter for me
An' only the baddest news comes by special delivery
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I signed for the letter, and I took it right upstairs
I took that letter, I climbed back up those 13 stairs
Each step was an execution, each step was the electric chair
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I opened the letter / I read it real slow
You said you're solid gone / never comin' back no mo'
O I read the letter, you tell me why you have to go
This life's no good, you goin' back to Ohio
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[instru-mental break]
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I'm walkin' down the street, I keep on sayin' your name
I lay down in the street, just a callin' an' callin' your name
If a streetcar run me down, I know I won't no more feel no pain
TRINIDAD, CALIFORNIA (calypso) Trinidad Bay CA 10 May 92
There is another Trinidad Bay
Where all the fishes jump and play
Where the redwoods come to the see
Where I wannabe (wannabe) (wannabe)
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[chorus] I love the Trinidad on the North Coast
Where all the fishermans do sit and boast
I love the Trinidad, it sing out to me
And the wind blows on the ocean sea (ocean sea)
--
North of San Francisco, south of Oregon
The Trinidad is the magic land (magic land)
It don't got the continental shelf
You stay away, I want it for myself (for myself) [chorus]
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Rhodies bloom like big pink clouds
The people quiet, the ocean is loud
The water clear, don't you piss in the sea
It's where I wannabe (wannabe) (wannabe) [chorus]
MIDNIGHT IN MOSCOW (Slavic waltz) Forestville CA 1992?
Look at the Russians, robbing the Germans
Look at the Mafia; Here are the prostitutes
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Sex for money, money for sex; Give me hard currency
Give me vodka, no, GOOD vodka! Give me free enterprise
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Look at the Mafia; Here's the militia
Busting the prostitutes, taking bribes from thieves
Protecting politicians, Mafia politicians
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Here come some tourists, Fat German pig tourists
Slick Americans in spandex, Swedes & Ozzies & Scots
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Here come the salesmen, Smiling pimps & pushers
Pickpockets & pill peddlers, Fun & fear & pheromone peddlers
Hope & dope & grope peddlers, Life & strife & wife peddlers
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It's midnight in Moscow, it's morning in Times Square
No, Times Square is different, 'cause Disney is there
BAD GRRL (raggy/torch) Forestville CA 1992?/99
The night sky is raining
My bullet wounds are draining
There's just no use explaining
I've been a very bad grrl
--
The beer lights are glowing
The bacteria are growing
There's just no way of knowing
'Cause I've been a bad, bad girl
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[break] Bad grrls never need to explain
Bad grrls never mention the pain
Bad grrls never miss the plane
That's taking me 'way back home
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I was just out hooking
While the deal was cooking
But now the cops are looking
'Cause I've been a very bad grrl
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[instrumental verse]
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[break] Bad grrls never feel the blues
Bad grrls never have to lose
Bad grrls are free to choose
That's the best part of the game
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The ambulance lights are blinking
My heartbeat's slowly sinking
You're probably still thinking
That I've been a very bad girl (You're right!)
Yes, I've... been... a very... bad... grrl...
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