January 2, 2016

Here's a little tune to start off the new year.


Lyrics:

Carving Nature's rustic spaces
With Heaven's traces
Making the most of this moment,
I hear you speaking.

Honey, sweetie-pie,
I've got you on this fresh mind.
May the Earth's ages pass
And never wipe you from these sights

Ooo, check the wagon
It's just 'a spittin'
Just a rambling down the way

Everything precious
Everything relished
Cherished cargo for the days (to come).

Couple fishnet stockings
Clouds of smoke wisps the wind
A herald waits here beckoning,
Sipping from her sin.
Clouds the mind, the judgment's unsigned,
Reason takes the wind.
I hope you find the careful passage
That gently raises you to amends.

May virtue assign the cobblestone vine
Patchwork ideas for you to climb.
Get you sentimental, little taste of cinnamon
I've got love to send.

(t-t-t-tipsy into the wine)

Petroleum dragons
The source of an old fight
They want our energy,
And they'll suck it through our teeth.
Come through the drive, the soda's streamlined,
I know you'll come again, 'cause you ain't got the time.

Well, it's a volatile existence,
Mingling with the peasants
Striving for the life,

In the perfect game of checkers
Played by the masters,
We're boxed into the fight (with ourselves).

Tell me you're a trickster
Give me some blisters,
As I fend off the blight.

I beg to differ, Mr. Junk Joker,
Who rests upon no muse.

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Tell me you're a trickster
Give me some blisters,
As I fend off the blight.

I beg to differ, and there's the junk joker,
Who rests upon no muse.

Conscious of the truth, yet the right way is abused,
Hops sideways,
Hops away,
From the media zoo.

Lost in the rhetoric,
The jackals are ecstatic,
Can't the ears just come unglued?

Well from what they say,
Heaven's okay,
Lift no finger, let us all be doomed.

(t-t-t-tipsy into the wine)

I said get you sentimental,
Little taste of cinnamon,
I've got love to send.

I said get you sentimental,
Little taste of cinnamon,
I've got love to send.



Tipsy Into The Wine (demo)

Bathe in experience.  Refine the senses.  Blossom awareness.  Grow forward.

The universe is as large as we can imagine it.

"Think of darkness, how it feels, think of a pain, then of the sound of water falling.  Why should darkness feel exactly the way it feels and not otherwise?  Why should it not feel like a bright blue sky? Why shouldn't blue feel green instead?  Or feel like pain, and pain feel like darkness?  Why should the fragrance of fresh bread not feel like the pangs of shame for not knowing the answer?  Why, for that matter, should it not feel like a twong?" --Giulio Tononi

"The brain can hold the sky because it can beget the soul, and when a soul is born, the universe is delivered." --Giulio Tononi



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