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Sounds Right Music is a combination of vibrations As is thought So is life In space Where Time ticks Its own licks On a single note Picking what we play Sharing thoughts For some rainy day Forcing habit and culture Out of our mind meme So we can be seen for what we are Ourselves Combing vibrations To a single note Of harmony

God Speaks I want to go with God With God love With God light With God kiss What God might What God fight What God bite Will God miss Will God find Will God mind Will God grind When God signed Where God will Where God lined When God filled What God timed Why God Still Why God kill Why God till God by God Everlasting

Dang Don't hang me by your string theory By threads or by necks Or nails for that matter It makes me weary By the skim of my teeth Of your design Between yours and mine For we all tread On the thin line As we hang out to dry Skin Although We're in the thick of it You know what I mean Immortality Is made of this Heavenly bliss So I hang my head To avoid distress While shame and guilt Caress Another fine mess I should have seen coming Before me

Free Man He couldn't help himself His life was faster than his past Government agencies couldn't keep up With his action selection As it kept them out By a fraction To him it was only about him Survival was part of his whim His success ensured By the stagnation of agencies Before they realized He got away with it After he settled down They came to investigate The damage he'd done Upon them By then it was too late As they had procured His isolation With education And endured His conflagration In spite of themselves There was no holding him Back Or down There was no rock nor roll To wrap things up In no good news Paper thin He was a sign of the times Out of the blues Within the din With rapier wit And in a fit of starts His action sounded larger Than old farts spangle Which is why his Universe Won't fall apart While the dingle dangle

Going Nowhere The roach raced across the floor Compelling me to kill it The silverfish jammed upon my wall Compelling me to kill it Yet, I still see myself as a pacifist The rat sat upon the mat In my imagination Compelling me to kill it I once had a brother Who would take it all So I let blood go Rather than spill it In a perfect world There is peace and love But nothing and nobody Is left To fill it

Crisis So there we were In the middle of a crisis Without a doubt That things were great For all that was dangled We never took the bait Of our downfall Or our total recall Some things just occur too late Being as we are Stupid in the middle As facts are spread Around the riddle Of piddling expectation As we play our fiddle While diddling with ourselves

A Perfect World A perfect world Has no boarders Has no leaders Has no hoarders Nobody bleeds needless A perfect world Has no warfare Has no demons All in all It still has meaning There is no such thing As peer screening A perfect world Where we are free To come as we go As we please I'm just saying To let you know That your model Isn't working You may think it's funny But I'm not joking Or jerking Your chain So spare me your disdain Or I might be tempted To put a bullet in your brain Oh, violence you decry Even as my freedom you deny Which is why You makeshift dummy Shit for brains