Insane

Original Adam
Take me in your spare bedroom
We’re swapping atoms
The way he feels
He tastes like apples and venom
He left his mark on me

So surreal
The way this feels
A severance deal
Don’t make this weird

So what now I gotta control myself?
You’re wanting me placid but you know that I’m oceanic
So what now am I supposed to hold myself?
You left your make on me

It so surreal
The way this feels
A severance deal
Don’t make this weird

DONT MAKE THIS WEIRD

For Mula

sheep

Polyhedral - Sfinks.mp3

Threw a shadow wild and thin
A leather jacket that smelled like gin
A tattoo of Frida Kahlo on her skin 
Sang folk and blues and bet it all 
Her voice like a summer squall 
Songs tumbled down like a concrete wall
In the thunder
Over Berlin tonight

Played Odetta lit her smoke
Her laugh caught up in an inside joke
A heart that wore the night just like a coat
She chased the moon just so far
Silhouettes and empty bars
Burned up her past like a shooting star
Like a comet
Over Berlin tonight

Once met Cohen in ’75
10 feet tall a bird on a wire
The lights over Berlin were on fire
A couple of chords a serenade
Her voice like dusk on the longest day
Old poets only slip out and fade to grey
In a whisper 
In the city tonight
In a whisper
In the city tonight
In a whisper 
Over Berlin tonight

Whisper Over Berlin (with Joliz)

Original Song
by Phil Dutton & Les Corlett

Lyrics

They sell you the motto, go hustle, go fight,
But how can you soar when you’re grounded in flight?
They act like it's all in the work and the will,
But the deck's been stacked, it’s a hustle for real.
They sellin’ you a dream, like it’s made in a day,
But they don’t mention the price that you pay.
You climbin' a mountain that’s missin' the peak,
While they sit on the top man, talk is cheap.
You’re chasin’ the paper, and they’re printin’ the rules,
While they’re holdin' the keys, and your playin’ the fool.
It’s all a façade, but they package it nice,
You grind till you drop and they’re rollin’ the dice.

The way it’s set up, we can’t reach the top,
They throw us the crumbs while they feast from the trough.
The way it’s laid out, so few of us rise,
They give us the clouds, but they’re taking the skies.

You’re stuck in a loop, they’re ahead by design,
When they cash out, you’re still burnin' your time.
They like you to think it’s your fault when you fail,
But the system’s set up like a yacht with no sail.
For every boss, there’s a million in chains,
For every penny, somebody’s pain.
Don’t let ‘em fool you, don’t let ‘em define,
Success ain't for all in a world that’s designed,
To keep you in line while they pocket the gold,
A game is so rigged, but the story’s been told.
They set you up just to sell you a dream,
You’re runnin' in circles or so it would seem.

The way it’s set up, we can’t reach the top,
They throw us the crumbs while they feast from the trough.
The way it’s laid out, so few of us rise,
They give us the clouds, but they’re takin' the skies.
The way it’s set up, we can’t reach the top,
They throw us the crumbs while they feast from the trough.
The way it’s laid out, so few of us rise,
They give us the clouds, but they’re takin' the skies.

Wake up to the scheme, man, this story ain’t new,
They paintin' a picture, but it’s missin’ the view.
They preachin' and teachin' about riches and fame,
But nobody tells you, it’s all in the game.
You grindin’ forever, but what’s in your hands?
They’ll push you, they’ll blame you, no matter the plans.
So if you gonna' hustle, at least know the deal,
Success ain’t the same when it aint your wheel.
Why, I’m just sayin’, don’t buy their hype,
It’s a game that’s rigged, and we’re caught in the fight.
You can push all you want, but don’t be surprised,
That the systems set up, where greed gets the prize.

THE WAY IT'S SET UP

Jungle Chemistry

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Session 12

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Ninja Man

The unruly prince of electronica. 

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