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160514 - Intuition Is Your Own

Another 'tortured soul' inspired to deviate,
Compelled by an extreme sense of honesty,

Torn - Between a living and a war,
In truth - the veil of madness dawned,
Beneath - A love of human scorn.

Raised away from our sense of normalcy,
Anyone could see that specialty,

You - and everything you've ever known,
The silly sadness undertow,
The fear of anything unknown.

Carry on,
Old Kidder!

Tempted by a fate knowingly deserved,
Eyeing a descent, he bent the learning curve,
The mirror firmly held, swept his life away,
Deviate and true, 'til that final day

Lost - a worn, embittered, tired soul
Perceived importance of the roll,
Unwatched, in time it took it's toll,
Beaten and swallowed by the whole,
Morals intact, he'd cry aloud,
Inspiring conference in the crowd,
A face intensely wild, and proud,
A body lying on the ground.

Carry on,
Old kidder...


Words and Music © Copyright 2006 Christopher Teuma

Carry On, Old Kidder

I'd like a clear conscience
I'd like to clear my mind
I need some clear motivation
To keep the traffic behind

I lift ~ You lift
I take ~ You take
I smell ~ You well
Your high ~ Is my hell

For what you seek
I'll need a week

I'd like to speak
Vis a vis ~ You and Me
I Concede
For near a weak I've been inconsolable
I'll need a week
I'd like to say that all this will go away
I'd like to say I never contributed
I'll need a week



I'd like to speak
Vis a vis ~ You and Me
I'll Need A Week


Words and Music © Copyright 2008 Christopher Teuma

I'll Need A Week

A demo recorded between two excitable friends in 2007.

Words and Music © Copyright 2007 Christopher Teuma

I'm Sure You're Curious

Crack The Ceiling

In honor of the time we have left
In order to inspire the bereft
We're gonna tear the wire hold each end to end

You never got to see our new house
A dero meca with the hall walls knocked out
Each other wall a sprawl of the philosophies of youth

And on and on and on
Now It's done
Data collected
War won
Now What?

All the beautiful sirens and scientists and doctors
All the brilliant and the reasonable come
They listen to our call and they
Pack their bags to rise again

And on and on and on
We are one
We have the knowledge and can rin
And on we run

Everything else there can bleed on into anything else you like

Everything you want can be, if you allow it

I had the distinct impression I could do most anything
And everybody else could as well
But it only took a minute for that prize to be rejected in your eyes
It cost a million of their lives in just a minute of your time 
I regress
And all in a good time, I promise, everything else will blend     
It does

Everything else there will bleed on into anything else you like...


Words and Music © Copyright 2008 Christopher Teuma

In Honor Of The Time We Have Left

Don't be upset
You're not "done for" yet
Go rest your head
Know that somebody's listening

Poor soul
Bet you had it to "here"
Don't you worry anymore

For the wrong you have been done
There is nothing can be done
But for emotional recall
Take the rest of your life off

Don't give up yet
Can't let you lanquish in ill intent
Step back, and hold up the world
TAKE IN ALL THE ABSURD
Feel the hand of eternity

Nobody seems to care
Get over it
Forget

For the wrong you have been done
There is nothing can be done
For emotional recall
Take the rest of your life off
You're spent

You're spent (We fucking all are)

Concede you pain - I lift it
Don't shield your hate - release it
There's no release in bullshit
You're world's insane - forget it

FOR THE WRONG YOU HAVE BEEN DONE
NOTHING CAN BE DONE
FOR EMOTIONAL RECALL
TAKE THE REST OF YOU'RE LIFE OFF
IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR RESOLVE
DON'T BLAME THE WORLD FOR YOUR HASSLE
FACE THE END WITH COMPASSION
TAKE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE OFF

You're spent
You're spent....


Words and Music © Copyright 2007 Christopher Teuma

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