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The Lyrics thread
Froderik:
My violence is a dream
A 'real dream'
A skinny arm
A crush on living sin
My violence
Is a sleeping head
Nodding out to rising bliss
I left home for experience
Carved 'suk for honesty' on my chest
My violence is the number
Coming out of prayer
Find it in the father
Find it in a girl
There's a thing in my memory
Holding on for dear life
With a feeling of secrets
Beating up under my flesh
My tongue is tied
I'm sleeping nights awake
Tom violence is a dream
Coming out of a girl
Froderik:
Breath, breathe, chest heave, rise, fall, eyes close, heart slows, the mind blows open doors, the tour's begun. Welcome to your imagination. The rhyme bends and shapes light like gems found on the road of life reflecting light that's found within you and me. Our energy's just flowing while the boundaries of our minds keep growing. Please refrain from thoughts of limitation. No seat belts are needed on this form of transportation. How far you go depends upon if you let go and let your soul direct the flow, it's all up to you baby and just maybe if you let your light shine you'll find the gravy. Soular nourishment that makes your mind stay flourishing despite the pain the tragic rain keeps nurturing. Word is bond when son is on life's prolonged cause I'm draining power from the shower provided by dawn. Light strikes mics and ignites insights into soular populations who've been deprived of their rights. The imagination and the heart and the mind must combine to represent the soul at any given time, if you refine your current state of mind you'll find that you have always had the power to design and transcend space and time. Get ready if you're feeling that your load is heavy. Come on jump in the chevy cause we're rolling to the levy. We're gonna make a drop off and loose the pain that's so ingrained in hopes that we'll gain another perspective on how to live.
I board the train traversing terrain metaphysical, deeper than digital, landscapes are created with lyrical spirituals written on spherical windows of the mind. Written with understanding and written with time. Bodies in motion coasting on hope and inaction reach destinations based solely upon their soul's interaction with traction provided by others who struggle to discover what it is that could make life a more bearable word to utter.
Understand beyond the program you and I are more than human
Our lifespans withstand the demands of time's sands so don't ever believe'em when they say you're less than. For I am, not a thing more than the breath of life born in the form of this man. I spoke with the four elements and breathed the sediments so that I could exhale rhymes as evidence. Cause this life and this time is manifest in the depth of each breath in this rhyme. So let the power that it shines combine with the rhythm we're given to strike the prism of the mind so that it resonate with a spectrum that pulsates direction with each thought's inception. No question this rhyme section has been designed to alter you're minds reflection. I'm a master in the art of suggestion and I'm painting with brush strokes that stoke insurrection. Revolution begins in the mind, loose sight of that and you'll get trapped in time. Them belly full but we hungry, hunger and poverty are manufactured by each country. What is the purpose of poverty in this global economy but to provide cheap labor for the monopolies. Third world versus the first, no competition, since the days of colonization they've been locked in submission. Capital class system cannibalism, facilitated by greed as well as racism. Latin America, Africa, Middle East, and Southern Asia know the story of the beast clan. Life made unlivable by invisible hands who subjugate them to market demands.
I board the train traversing terrain metaphysical, deeper than digital, landscapes are created with lyrical spirituals written on spherical windows of the mind. Written with understanding and written with time. Bodies in motion coasting on hope and inaction reach destinations based solely upon their soul's interaction with traction provided by others who struggle to discover what it is that could make life a more bearable word to utter.
Anonymous:
Makes me all creepy this breathy breathy touchy feely hippy shit.Stop ,Please?
Froderik:
Ok, sorry...I'll lay off posting those sort of lyrics for a while..
Feel free to continue in that other vein I had going with songs about murder fantasies, etc. ::evil::
Froderik:
Theologians
They don't know nothing
About my soul
About my soul
I'm an ocean
An abyss in motion
Slow motion
Slow motion
Inlitterati lumen fidei
God is with us everyday
That illiterate light
Is with us every night
Theologians
That don't know nothing
About my soul
Oh they don't know
They thin my heart with little things
And my life with change
Oh in so many ways
I find more missing every day
Theologians
I'm going away
Where you will look for me
Where I'm going you cannot come
No one's ever gonna take my life from me
I lay it down
A ghost is born
A ghost is born
A ghost is born
I'm an ocean
I'm all emotion
I'm a cherry ghost
Cherry ghost
Hey I'm a cherry ghost
A cherry ghost
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