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Secret Samadhi

Rattlenake
Lakini's Juice
Graze
Century
Ghost Unsheathed
Insomnia and the Hole in the Universe
Turn My Head Heropsychodreamer
Freaks
merica
Gas Hed Goes West

1. RATTLESNAKE

let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue,

a smorgasbord

let's go hang out in a church

we'll go find lurch

then we'll haul ass down through the abbey

is it money, is it fame

what's in a name, shame?

is it money, is it fame

or were they always this lame?

it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town

but it's the rattlesnake i fear

in another place, in another time

i'd be drivin' trucks my dear

i'd be skinnin' hunted deer

deer

let's go hang out in a bar

it's not too far

we'll take my car

we'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white

the sinner's saint

the rack is full and so are we

of laughing gas and ennui

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2. LAKINI'S JUICE

it was an evening i shared with the sun

to find out where we belong

from the earliest days

we were dancing in the shadows

more wine

cuz i got to have it

more skin

cuz i got to eat it

inside the outside

by the river

used to be so calm

used to be so sane

I rushed the lady's room

took the water from the toilet

washed her feet and blessed her name

more peace

is such a dirty habit

slow down, we're too afraid

let me ride

burn my eyes

let me ride

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3. GRAZE

people should not be afraid

we came to the earth to graze

no shortcuts to the face, this means you

a child gives you his shoes

people should not be afraid

we came to the earth to graze

if it slithers into the haze

it can't be true

a child gives you his shoes

in the early morning, cut her down

the pill, she needs your love

forget your mother and your father

they aren't important son

we came to the earth to graze

everyone's diggin' in

now there's no time to live

live

people should not be afraid

the artist does figure eights

but will it stand the test of time

or will it rot

like the mission that tried too hard

in the early morning, cut her down

the pill, she needs your love

forget your mother and your father

you'll fall apart inside

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4. CENTURY

everybody's here

puke stinks like beer

this could be a city

this could be a graveyard

you stole my idea

everybody's anxious

for the coming of the crisis

the collapse of the justice

i can smell your armpits

you stole my idea

you stole my idea!

this puke stinks like beer and everybody's here

come on, come on, come on

let's lay waste to this century

come on, come on, come on

return to nothing, and help me

everybody's anxious

the crowd is all around us

the followers of Aldous

are spinning with their mescaline

a man behind the altar screams

you stole my idea

you stole my idea!

on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips

dangled with tongue

on the edge of a peace that can't stand low

and won't stand tall

it's amazing what we can do with love

with some matches and gasoline, do with love!

it's amazing what we can do with love

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5. GHOST

everybody has a ghost

everybody has a ghost who sings like you do

yours is not like mine

but it's alright, keep it up

boy loses rib in new orleans

he can't help eyein' up the whores

under the bridge

boy loses rib and lets a hellified cry into the dark

where did i go wrong?

i never needed this before

i need a woman to help me feel

everybody has the dream

like a world tattoo yours is not like mine, it's alright, keep it up

the scalped dives into the skin

good doctors never leave a scar

no proof again

i'll take the myth, you take the blood

it's all the same to the world dreamer

it's all the same in the end

boy loses rib in new orleans

he trades some ether for a chance

under the bridge

boy loses rib as he's summoned to the mud

flat on his back

cryin' where did i go wrong?

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6. UNSHEATHED

the baby's not screaming enough

the singer's not singing enough

ramana's not breathing, to us

behold the unsheathing, it's love

the blade is not ready to cut

it's dull from our thinking, it's rough

Free love is a world i can't linger too long in

"free love" was just another party

for the hippies to ruin

behold the unsheathing, it's love

Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son

Free love, i can't afford to add up what you fuckers are made of

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7. INSOMNIA AND THE HOLE IN THE UNIVERSE

my brother kicked his feet to sleep

and i sang the dirge song

my brother never missed a beat

my brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet

my brother kicked his feet to sleep

and i sang the dirge song

Angel, don't you have some bagels in my oven?

Lady, don't you know a man when you see one?

Crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you?

Kick you feet and calm the space that makes

you hollow

little swami's got his bowl to eat

little swami always walks his beat, sweet feet

little swami's got his bowl to eat

and i sing the dirge song

it's amazing how they come to see

the little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet

the little swami only wears a sheet

and won't sing the dirge song

anal, tight-assed soldier with that dogged heart

put down your gun

we are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart

and take it slow

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8. TURN MY HEAD

anyone, caught in you mystery

keep it angry

keep it whispy

i've fallen down

drunk on your juices

turn my head

it's aimed at you

funky temple

your dress is torn to shreds

your eyes are crazy

i bowed to save my head and

i can't forget you

but i remember

turn my head

it's aimed at you

oh no,

we came to love you all day

these bastards are leavin'

somebody's go to stay

whatever we called you

it's just a name

just a name

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9. HEROPSYCHODREAMER

i'll kill you in my dreams

i turn the other cheek during the day

i'll kill you all

the subculture of my dreams

is waiting for me to fall asleep

i know you're scared, you should be

u know you're scared

hero

dreamer

this attic of my mind

these feelings i can't hide

i can't share

i feel alone, ah yeah

the subconscious keeps me here

i fell in love with a balladeer

i saw your tongue, it licked my heart

they called you queer

hero

dreamer

hero

they called you queer

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10. FREAKS

if the mother goes to sleep with you

will you run and tell geraldo

if the mother bears your children without tears

without the usual costs of labor

if the mother goes to bed with you

will you run and tell the neighbors

will you hide behind that get up that you wear

or will take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade

like peter did on the hill

will you call her a freak?

will you call them freaks?

if the mother goes to bed with you

will you run and tell the papers

how she picked you from a line up in downtown philadelphia

with a cigarette hangin' out of your mouth and henry miller in your back pocket

you little fucker

if the mother goes to bed with you

in the bowels of the cathedral

will you render her asunder with what she really needs

or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about

finding yourself in your mother's arms

will you call her a freak

will you call them freaks

or will you call them gods

will you call them freaks

you know you sperm is weak

you never looked, so high

to ever find her so low

you did not have to go, that far

to show her you were holy

now you know they're gonna come for you

and drag your silly name into the mud

if the mother bears your children without tears

and without the usual costs of labor

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11. MERICA

looks like america's dropped her load

she was ready to explode

i could not see her from up here

cuz she was lyin' in the road

my head's in the ground

i can't make a sound

my head's in the ground

looks like america's dropped her load

she tried to call me on the telephone

"everything is fine, now the baby's here!"

she'll have to handle this one on her own

my head's in the ground

i can't make a sound

the priests were all stoned

california was in my mind

and love was a game that we played

my head's in the ground

i can't make a sound

the priests were all stoned

the fact that you moaned

my head's in the ground (repeat)

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12. GAS HED GOES WEST

if i was half alive

then you were dead

subsistin' on that same old bread

it's the memory that hides

the whole wide world

it's the gas hed's love of america

it's the memory that hides

take your photographs back

for the love of all gods

our gas hed marches on

he's a bonified man

a star amongst his clan

and the only one that let me ride

it's the memory that dies

our gas hed was right

when they lanced his skull

there was puss and light

it's the memory that dies

so take your photographs back

for the love of all gods

our gas hed marches on

our gas hed marches

it's the memory that dies

and make your photographs black

for the love of all gods

our gas hed marches on

gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio

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