I’d been
rubbed out cancelled from
existence stretched beyond endurance and consigned to rot in hell but when I received my discharge papers on that
glorious sun drenched morning I was
released from an unforgiving nightmare I’d found victory pinioned to the cross I
returned to the beauty I have always known
I am clean I am redeemed I am love
collective
insanity that’s my diagnosis the whole world is crazy always has been the central delusion the illusion of difference tells us we’re better than everyone
else coz we at least are
innocent we at least are loved there’s no one else quite like us we’re so fucking special we
have the ear of god
there’s so much propaganda now black propaganda and filth you’ve got stomach a banquet of shit every time you watch the news we don’t need hatred we don’t need rulers the power they take from the people will return to the people coz nothing is permanent not even our troubles there is no meaning to any of this there is only the desire for life with our thoughts we make the world the way is not in the sky the way is in the mind
there ain’t no partial truths
there ain’t no might have beens
it’s either true or false
there ain’t no in-betweens
they say the truth will set you free
but first, it’ll fuck with your head
if you can’t deal with that
you may as well be blind
coz the truth’s a revolution
fomenting in your mind
it only becomes apparent
when heart and head align
when I was young
I hurt my eyes
staring into the sun
for days after
the image of the sun
was fused into my mind…
I came out of nowhere
but that don’t mean a thing when
you’re twelve years old I was always a
book worm because knowledge is
power while ignorance only forges shackles every saturday morning I’d head to the
library always the library the temple
of knowledge my sanctum
sanctorum the source of my power where the blinding light of reason flooded my busy retinas and fed my hungry mind I was sparked into being in the cauldron of ideas I learned to question everything as everything questioned me to think about my thinking because that’s what I am that’s what I understand
…and the sky god made the cosmos in less than seven days… well, you’ll believe what you want to
believe but I
ain’t buying any all
beliefs are bogus I’ve seen the harm
they do I don’t believe in
anything but my spirit knows the truth there
is wonder in the universe and there
is magic in our eyes but beliefs
will chain our minds beliefs will
render us blind so always follow the
evidence slaughter your sacred cows coz there is only one solid reality and its moment eternal is now
don’t let this world
bend you out
of shape
you are not
a hostage
nor fortune’s
fool
be satisfied
get better,
not bitter
make no
space in your heart
for slights
best forgotten
turn your
cheek
bury your
hatchet
every dawn
is a new world
and your
heart is virgin
one man’s mistake
is another’s
treasure
take mind to
have nothing
you’d care to
defend
if you look
for acrimony
you’re sure
to find it
like
attracts like
that’s the
law of intent
Do you ever think about your thinking? Is your mind just a place to hide? I met the Buddha the other day. He was panhandling for change. He recognised the face, but couldn’t recall my name, He said. “do something crazy before you die, “ then fucked off down the street. It had to be the Buddha - although I must admit he’s changed. He’s still the man I knew from a different time and place.
Do you ever think about your thinking? Does your mind illuminate your life? Stranger things have happened, but I couldn’t
tell you when. If you identify as sentient,
you’re not alone in loneliness. This old
world is crazy. You’ll never figure it out.
Just don’t take it too personally. You’re only passing through. Try to
bear that in mind whenever the world disappoints you. It’s not just sage advice. This here’s a word to the wise. Do something
crazy before you die. The opportunity
won’t come twice
I’m sparking up a formula
with no specific ingredients
can you follow that? will it
make any difference? I’ve had too
much to think and now I need a rest still, it makes the nights more
interesting to think until you think
you’re full do you ever think about
your thinking? I suggest you do we can compare notes you,
me and the buddha makes three the mind is a rubber band it’s got elasticity when we stretch and flex the universe bends in sympathy I see a bird perched in a tree I am the bird I am the tree when I sing the song the song is me
this could be a confession anyway, it might as well be true I heard this story oh, what a story and it fused into my mind with the promise of unlimited potential now I’m all ramped up for the final oblivion conflict seems predictable depends how far you’ll go in defence of your illusions I don’t give a damn I got jesus on my side there’s a force in his story that will not be denied I’ll put it in a nutshell there’s nothing left to fear but people never listen they’re still wielding sticks and stones it’s enough to break your heart but only the dead know peace and I must live with that
sometimes it takes an age for the penny to finally drop it seems I was the last to know that I carry the weather in my head and can only make hay when the sun shines this life is short and that's a fact there will be pain you can count on that I got the call up to become a believer but their words are just moonshine for the gullible and feeble I could appoint a personal saviour or simply save myself and do the world a favour I might become a human being or go on toiling as a beast without ever seeing that the beautiful life is the only life worth living
there is no god but love all other gods are false those wrathful and judgemental gods are only demons of our own design we are motivated by fear to fashion jealous gods in our own image our superstitious hearts have made a pact with evil to sacrifice our peace for the sake of hatred and avarice but love makes no demands at all because there is love in every human heart surrender yourself to love your faith will surely follow love is heaven an estate of the heart it’s all we ever wanted it’s all we really need we live in the orbit of love from the cradle to the grave we are never alone we are never without love it’s our natural state we are meant to walk in the light of love
the hand that gives is the hand that takes money is our god make no mistake they say money talks and money makes sense but the game is rigged at our expense we’re taking names and talking shit laying blame and sick of it our parasitic system has left us helpless and alone but the rich will always prosper their progress is well known they tell me this is natural the rich are rich the poor are poor it’s just the way it is the dynamics of the system defy analysis but our labour is the price for the little we can save we’ll labour for our living we’ll labour to the grave we’ll grease the wheels of industry for our paltry weekly wage
never worked a day in my life won’t sweat blood for the machine blood is heavier than gold but what do I know? I’m just a bum balancing the scales my advice to would be scholars is to do what you like but don’t let your imagination run away with you don’t lose yourself in the herd or let modest claims of individuality camouflage your bovine curiosity just plant a flag in the anecdotal and call it history
but don’t listen to me
I’m a certified fool I renounce history all histories are phony I have no history I just tell convenient stories this life was spent dreaming yesterday’s cause is lost let tomorrow care for tomorrow’s woes I won’t cry today I feel I’m halfway high just from thinking about it I’m pitching naturals from now on these dice are loaded and the table is
mine
I don’t read the papers I just follow the signs I get all the information I need in stereo messages from heaven transmitted in high definition directly into my cranium my senses may be addled but my heart is instrumental in sorting out those waves I needn’t be sober to garner their substance the lyrics are set in time to a long familiar refrain
they tell me god loves a drunk because all drunks are poets and all poets are killers when it comes down to it and it often does we are all of us killers but
I don’t seem to mind I’ll gladly take
the blame if there’s any going my hereditary fault lines my bipolar distemper mete out eyeball for eyeball and subtle truth for gain
it ain’t rocket science
just simple dharmic law the
children of men are routinely tested
to live and love and lose again that’s
the sum of our existence those are the rules of engagement the nature of the game that’s how the courageous love as
lions among lambs in the pastures of eternity in a story without end
there are no big secrets don’t believe all you read all beliefs are cosmetic you have to harvest the present to live your own truth there’s a universe in motion and it don’t know your name all names are bogus they all sound the same your mind is magical let it work in silence this is the medicine you consume with your soul the truth is an unwavering note that resonates through the cosmos there’s but one single instant that lingers eternal there’s only one truth and its moment is now
when I’m dead and gone don’t you cry for me and I’m simply moving on and I hope you’ll come to see that no-one ever really dies for each of us
lives on in immortality
none of this is real but thinking
makes it so this world is an
illusion that one day we’ll let go I tried to live this life without a single care I never made a penny but I’ve been everywhere
I’m an immortal soul and I’ll still be about long
after the sun has died and the stars
have all burned out when
everything we’ve known has disappeared without a trace my journey shall continue somewhere in
infinite space
death is the bird perched
on your shoulder who counts your days and marks out your time that song is mine and never grows older so show me good grace for I am your master this world belongs to my children and I
I live alfresco don’t need television I gather my news straight from the vine we’re crashing out to
another dimension these shoes were meant for sunnier climes pour us some sense from an unopened bottle and drink of a truth that won’t be denied
there’s nothing to fear so don’t get excited it’s
so hard to live but it’s easy to
die you’ll
hear music wrapped up in thunder you’ll
feel the essence of something divine I
am the raven that carries you over and
paints you immortal if you’re so
inclined
god is dead long live god the god of mercy that sacrificial lamb paved the way for the church of sex and violence we are all subscribers now to the show that never stops
we kill god again and again every time we
murder innocence when we
kill for killings sake when we make children enemies of the state we doubled up on that
shit we never tire
of killing gods
happiness is fleeting but your pain
will always be attended god whispers to us in our joy and screams
at us in our pain I murder
god in my sleep in my very dreams I murder
god for breakfast before I start the day
our prayers are an admission of
our weakness ours is a hunger that cannot be satisfied
we were meant for some other world
some world of
eternal love because of what remains for us faith and hope and love the latter is sovereign in our hearts they say the
darker the night the
brighter the stars the deeper the despair the
closer to god and that is why god must die
