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Screens
02:52
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Lean, Mean Dream Machine
03:02
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Bathing in nothing, an ever-imploding spark
That can't tell the difference between
Light and the dark.
Infinite in boredom, it explores itself
Through trillions of heavens and trillions of hells.
It never had to make them, as they've always been.
All that was needed was to rest within,
Deeper and deeper until it forgets
What Eternity is, and all its subsets.
All except one--the one it desires,
Surely the finest of divinity's fires.
Drunk with amnesia and no longer supreme,
It enters the Lean, Mean Dream Machine.
A birth, a trial, an awareness that grows
Out of what has known nothing onto what is composed.
Nary newness or nonsense of innumerable nouns
Will remind our dear dreamer of what oldness abounds.
Immersion so heavenly that every hell is just as sweet,
And suffering, just another weight that's used to bind the feet.
Learning all there is like it's not been done before.
The knowledge that is stored grants a fun one can afford,
But how?
"How" the question brings us back.
Something within, something we lack.
What could it be?
If asking's the problem,
Then damn the dreamer's breadcrumb trail and the baker who installed it!
Sight, taste, scent, sound;
Feeling all perception to be matters to unground.
Why do I feel?
There's nothing to begin with, so how could all this be real?
A little reminder can go a long way,
So use this opportunity to understand your pain
If you truly want to know
What you really are, and answer the unknown.
Sorrow, joy, love, fear;
All of this and more will fade as the truth becomes clear.
Remind your self of this:
Of infinite possible dreams to have, it's worth to note that it...
It chose you.
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Ignorant
02:43
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Felt the impact when we fell from heaven;
Goodness knows this world's always at eleven.
And if we could deshroud the lies and vice that we birth ourselves into, in time,
We might just realize that our ignorance is one of them; a plan to satisfy.
Never really knew how we came to life,
All we've ever done is fight for the sake of fight.
Sure the suffering's a given, but the pleasure's ours and winnin'
Can only be had abiding in the present moment when we're ready and we're grinnin'.
Nothing much left for anyone to see,
'Cuz all's been said and done, we're just chillin' for Eternity.
If this is all we have, best believe we're gonna play it,
'Cuz this ain't the first, it ain't the last, we don't get a say in it.
Just a taste is all it takes.
Hate to take the truth and rub it in somebody's face,
But there's no agenda, just a trick of the light; No bodies, no gender,
A grand gesture to be discarded when it's over, alright?
Once that's out the way again, we're sure to see
This magnificent plan that is always gonna be.
One can't take one and make zero, 'cuz we're that, too,
And "you" know that, but "you" just don't remember.
Now we know nothing, O' what fun it is!
This ignorance abounds, it's our favorite trick.
On we go to play, off to make the day.
Sure to say we can't remain
So it's best to make the most of it while we experience what it's like to be sane.
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Prolepsis
05:20
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Am I ever really awake?
My eyes open to thousands of different places
On different days.
This place seems to be where I once was.
Picking up where I left off,
Is this what I want?
Wiping the blur away, I muster the strength
Just to get myself back up again
And join another haze.
This is my modus operandi,
And I take it all for granted
Despite the dislocated pain.
Am I ever really alive?
Sensations surge through my skin,
But I feel dead inside.
No place will ever be home enough for me;
There's a home right here inside of me,
And it's calling me in to sleep.
Non-dual, I duel with delving a little too deep.
They say curiosity killed the cat,
But I'm busy skinning sheep.
Expose the bones and throw out what no longer works--
All these tiny moving parts
Are starting to make me hurt.
Simplify until the one wave is recognized.
No longer do I need to think,
Belief in a brain kept me hypnotized
Fuck the new age, the spiritual, the guiding light,
The any-beaten path.
Doesn't matter where I've been before,
Because I'm just gonna do it again.
There's no soul in solitude;
The sorrow that I seem to hold
Is fabricated fantastically as all other feelings that seem to be are, Much like the camera persona that goes home after work
To wipe off their make-up and meld with a meal while in recline--
All while crying.
Boy, what a relief, I can let it all go
Knowing I know nothing except
That I'll come to know this again.
One could say it's time to wake up, but we were never really asleep;
Cognizant the whole time, feigning ignorance--
Something akin to a dream, we say.
Everything is too much,
But we can't help ourself.
We do what we can 'cause it's all we can do;
This is the divine plan.
Wake up (you were never asleep).
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6. |
In Light, Get Bent
04:09
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Equalizer
02:52
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beep boop
bop
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Joy Deity
05:58
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9. |
One Last Ride
08:10
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The Final Lullaby
02:55
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All at once, I feel the cords
Stretching to all else from me.
Faces and places and experience past--
Vapors of the cloud that is "me".
A puff of smoke with fragrance to taste
Can be held for as long as I sleep.
Eyes open beyond lids relaxed and drawn
Show that nothing is for me to keep.
The stares, too aware, send hooks thin as hair
And puppeteer some movements I hate.
The doors, all explored, no longer ignored,
Remind me that this is my fate.
If there's none to be, then why do I see
And feel this as if it's too much?
From night unto day, "I" fade away
While the remains fall far out of touch.
No longer "me" (no longer me),
I will end this dream (I will end it).
Say goodbye and leave (say goodbye)--
Nothing more to be.
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