To hesitate, to reel and stutter in a free fall to eat your grapes
and slow the runner you just need calm
Don't let me down I'm already down
like a rubber band pulled between two hands in a slow defiance
of when it might break then someone laughs,
all left feet and charging rhinos...
unfunny but i know no one here needs your kind of redemption
you came in waves and tired of all this celebration you milked the tree,
fed the starfish and said all is calm
You must get down I'm already down
with the whole event held within your head like old valentines,
just when do you start to fake a love for jazz and blue green oranges...
It's so hieronymus I know no one here needs your kind of redemption
How shallow ponds with the growth of decades carry on or I'll never know
on the whole, I can dig the world's offerings and with the yes parade
on hold it did not lesson me when it was said to me with the elegance
of daybreak that wherever you go take your pride, wherever you go,
there you are that was the birthplace of almost everything sold,
poetic and stoned...

Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer look for me
in wide falling fields of bohemia all awake with a heavy hand holding me down
I stay all awake in the only fear of falling hall of fame we're all awake
under the weight eleven ways why you never fall to pieces you can't carry
we're all awake and looking for ways to save your self-love
Looking to define masterbation using colours looking for a ride to a place
where everyone was friends all awake with an energy,
a hustle and a fade all awake in the hell of free electric salad days they fall away

When the money's in your hand, when smaller men feel broken,
when Chet is singing let's get lost It's time to shut your mouth....

Though the sign says Monterey: forty light years from right here,
We'll go anyway got a head start on the clouds as the view,
dream-like, rolls away, while every song you hate is playing
in your head softly a loving sound
Now the quiet never stays porcelain elvis heads and gamma rays
keeping me awake with this fine knit elastic cloud,
stretching out living new age golden days
but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost
Fascination, overkill and sensation whole and violent when you're high
you might touch down in gardens of gargantua
when all the world is spinning say hello to him from all of us
when all is all undone and sung without a sound
over the always nobody elevates hoping for enlightning voices
out of nowhere fastened tight crashing light into walls
if you look around at all you might feel small where the soul lives
where the whole thing is going down
Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind,
rain and everything and though the hum and sway gets me down
I'll find the way to peace and openness but when
I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact
I'm waiting for everyone to shut up...

We never thought that you were gone until we turned the lights on
and spoke to your god but he ain't saying nothing,
except for some thing about your life going to waste in more ways then one
I never liked him anyways
You push it most days when you're young
and then one day they grow up and everyone's wrong
they can't teach you nothing they give you nothing
so you get thinking maybe there's a phase where everyone floats
south in never ending lemonade
Inside of myself, daylight is almost waking up slow and wondering
how sometimes it isn't always good here
What made you go and when did you get back from mars
You circled 'round odd fallen stars and reached out for the lightning
until you were stung until there was a nice ring,
the only right thing so you get thinking maybe in a way
I'll never know for sure the full sad of everyone
And hey, is there anyone known who gets along just great
with everyone on all the days.

i felt the break and roll of the nexus on a day when the whole world
elected to sell us out there are the hands that grab my attention
when all is what i'm giving they slow me down slower
then southern muddy rivers
when you think theres salvation when you don't want
to leave your room eyes with eyes open undreaming
when it's summertime in the void
when it's summertime in the void the sun is upside down
and facing the other way until days end with a skitzophrenic everjoy
and a sense of doubt you wait automatic and afraid
on ran the train through my solar plexis on the day i made good connection
with love out loud, home, hate and sound
and who wrote the words to my death sentence when life is what i'm living
and leaving now while i trip till time is over
when it's summertime in the void and the stars yell out your name all together
and insane 'cause they're broken words they are a noise there's
no answer for you wait automatic and afraid.

The fathers torment the one son it falls on across warm deep oceans
of moments and the man he must become
A whole world away eighteen brothers holding out while the tree
of importance waits but close and safe wife and daughters hear no drums
or the voices of those he'll change
and if it feels good they must understand that the way had opened
to just a man with a faith in all good people walking gently knowing
just how wonderful it is
of the family portrait and a path unchosen both the roaring lions
of emotion he knew one day would have to come
while a whole world away his old home is reaching out
with the hands of enraptured hope but more than that they hold up
the one they want to the sun he's the only one...good for you sule.

I could settle down then take it slow do the right thing
and gain twenty pounds before next spring when senses are dull
and I hear the rain will fall for sure that would be something soulful
Get it straight, get it right today hesitate or just carry on slow with wonder
A little low on godspeed I didn't know your wet dream made a sound like
an old corvette exploding turning you on while burning a brown hole
in everyone's lightness
Get back underground when the water gets cold
the pushing around never saved your soul get back undergroung
when the fight gets old so get it on and under
with a little help and hope as your rope, jump on the high seat
and fall super gone into the whiteness with your strength all gone
and your crucifix on wrong they'll tear you down to nothing yell it!
Tell it straight, tell me not to fade or to break though it's heavy
I might just wonder why did a nova burst here and what does
an elephant feel in the sun with a red umbrella something is bringing him down
asleep in the mudhole of everyone's conscience
It's coming around quiet and slow it's coming around all sweet
and heavy like a world unfolding fast like a walk in the people's forest singing
we're all on automatic->in a good way you turned it on you turned it upside down.

I'm afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here
and now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when I'm down
The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off
if this ship is unsteady, how will that lifeboat hold us all
I aint gonna crawl->tell them all to forget it tell them that's
it then call it off cause I'm worried about money and paradigm stores running low
I ain't gonna crawl but I'll lie on the road
so how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt
how can I laugh how can I face it right away with everything gone wrong
with everything all over anyway I need some grace
Say goodbye to aesthetic,
better taste and essential self 'cause I'm just tired of running
and there's a time bomb in this head
So just who's the real killer and what made his paint dry?
It's kind of hard to imagine Holidays in Neurotica
A slap in the faith, hard, opened hand is the one reality
I can never protect myself from, even in the sparkle yard at end
of day warm summer madness in the bouquet of a dream son,
astral projecting, failing to right wrongs when the whole thing starts to open up
I ain't gonna crawl without falling hard, without some pain
whenever the fog breaks and a day takes hold
I just can't think straight right away maybe I'll come around...
or not I'm swinging again and all my ex-friends say its psycho-pathetic
and way too gone, almost painless even though I wondered
if something was wrong all along.

A worn old suitcase so what if it's broken,
hopeless a little odd in a splash of autumn on drugs,
holding all weight for me the weight of me
and i need it like a friend needs me for a friend
I can feel the time is right to find the legs to deal with this alone
so I'll turn around to all and wave the California Wave
sometime let's forget all about forced hands,
big heads and little things no one showed a trust 'cause no one had faith in me
and I see it like the sun sees me through the day
a lo-fi vanilla secret spoken by a friend who'll miss me if I'm leaving...
Who'll want to find me

You held out and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear
to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average
dope you're in the dream room all alone
I have seen you before,
holding out here in the deep end my beautiful deep end with all and odd
You yell out and touch the sound so overwhelmed by simple things
you tend to fear the time is now for ease and thought to come around
and let you know you're in the dream room letting go
Wake up and drown don't swim, breathe or float away
I'm sorry but I might have made it sweet in the gold drunken sunset
where we'd lose our heads another time or close our eyes just right
and try to imagine we're miles away at peace out in the open
To precious hands holding tongues hard maybe one good word
would tell us something whole and small.