Ten Thousand Years

Starving poets try to revise
Politicians scheming in the public eye

Wage grifters try to relate 
Fifty billion, make no mistake

The turn of the century 
The return of the Valkyrie 
The room is full of steam 
There’s too many strings for an anomaly 

Crime ridden streets 
They’re all white collar 
So what’s the beef?
Color coded, all in sync
Comedy and tragedy

I’m connected to the Wi-Fi
I invite them to spy 
The Age of Information 
That’s a modern lie 

When the storm troopers 
Achieve the blockade 
The nuclear arsenal’s 
Waiting at the gate

Can’t control modern man
They’re all in cahoots with Uncle Sam
Listen up you boys and girls
Grab a pitchfork in an invisible hell

Grab a pitchfork in an invisible hell

Invisible Hell

Funky Lady

Museum

Weight of the World

Weight Of The World

The Formula

No Concept gettin' international on these mothers.

Toujours

El Diablo

It's Alright, Betty

Time can be lost 
It’s all a dream 
I employ you to avoid the extreme
Tabloids a bust 
Annie is green
The amplitude she’s taking 
The Am-Track awaits
Through several states
Head west to find some clarity
But it’s all a joke
Annie is toast
It’s written upon 
Her silk-upholstered coat
But staying away
Is what you will say
When you are afraid 
Of leading astray
Away from the group
Away from the norm
But time will tell
I’m formally scorned
By a badge in white
It’s silvery-white
Not lily enough to say with a stride
But time is obscene 
It moves in the breeze
The aftermath is worse
Than you’ve seen
On movie screens 
I still can’t believe
It’s taking every inch of my being
To be saved at most
To live like a ghost 
A Valley girl 
Doesn’t see more than most

88 Train Stops

Navigating through inter-dimensional cosmic realms at the speed of light through your speakers.

Namaste. 

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Funky Lady

NO CONCEPT

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