Council of Elders

Sweat Lodge: The Trip

Music/Lyrics by D. Arizona

I know why you came to see me / but appearances can be deceiving
You really don’t know which way is round
Cause it’s the time of the demon / to conceive the true believin’
You’ve gotta act like you own this town

Death it comes for us all, don’t you know that by now?
He takes you by hand and doesn’t make a sound

You want something to believe in / an ideal, a hope, reason
To tell you everything will be fine
Well I am here to tell you / I’ve got nothing dear to sell you
For the answer you’ll have to look inside

It’s that little voice that’s speaking in your mind
Terrified of the secrets that you may find

Your world it is changing / and you see your people raging
At things that they can’t comprehend
They fight and claw for money / when they should be makin’ honey
Cause the flood is coming to condemn

You’ve seen that Burning Arrow
And where it points you ride
Over the rainbow in the dark
To the Underground Side

Fond Iguana

Music/Lyrics by D. Arizona

It’s the science of the Mayans about the coming end of times
That you can always rely on
It’s uncouth but it’s the truth but if you pursue it to the root
Then you will always be right, son
There are things that we can’t see but if you can kick it with your feet
Then you will always be someone
Is that a kitty cat in the box or just a shitty old pairs of socks
Well you will have to look, son

Because it has become fashionable
To forget about those
You can rely on, rely on, rely on, oh ooh

Comfortably Dumb

Music/Lyrics by D. Arizona

I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it all, I have seen everything
They don’t tell you all, they don’t tell you, they don’t tell you all
They told me everything, oh it’s so enlightening, it’s so enlightening...

But oh what a feeling!

Oh! What A Feeling

Music/Lyrics by D. Arizona

Audiorama: Tijuana
Watching history unfold
I am from Zion / Built out of iron
And the blood of many souls
I’m on my way back to LA, to the City of Angels
I’m on my way back to LA, to the City of Angels

Audiorama: Marijuana
I feel it lifting me to space
Walking on clouds and speaking out loud
No I cannot feel my face
I have been sent here to this place to save the human race
I have been sent here to this place to save the human race

Audiorama

9116 Theme 2

Music by D. Arizona, Moisty
Lyrics by D. Arizona
Vocals by I.RI.E

Coronaracha is good for you
Coronaracha is good for me
Coronaracha keeps you free
To do whatever you like to

It’s good for you and it’s good for me
As long as you don’t take the vaccine
Cause it will steal your God Gene
And make you a Microsoft zombie

Coronaracha never fear
Coronaracha wants you near
Coronaracha life’s a beach
And then you die, die, die, die

Don’t mask up like you’re a clown
Don’t hide away into lockdown
Put on your pants, send the kids to school
Travel wherever you want to

Coronaracha

Music/Lyrics by D. Arizona. 
Vocals by I.RI.E

Gaslighting, it’s so frightening
You don’t know who you are
Oh Gaslighting

Do you know who you are?
Do you know who we are?
Do you know where you are?
You’re where we want you to be

Gaslighting, thunder and lightning
It splits the night
Oh Gaslighting

Gaslighting

Music/Lyrics by D. Arizona. 
Vocals by D. Arizona and T. Ferguson

No obstruction, no collusion
Here’s a summary to reach that conclusion

Silence and delete and encrypt your actions
Lies and deceit will incept the redactions

Moscow Mitch will not impeach
He’s our lapdog on a leash
He’ll roll over and play dead
If he wants to still be Fed

Ukrainy Stomp

Music/Lyrics: Daniel Arizona

She's got a long black hood and she runs real fine  
She eats up the road and she's all mine

Gonna take her out, second gear alright
Put into fourth, stay by my side
Shift her into fifth, there's not cop in sight
Let's ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
’68 black Camaro
 
She's got four chrome wheels and her motor's stacked
And when the rubber peels, flames shoot out the back

Gonna take her out, second gear alright
Put it into fourth, I’m gonna take flight
Shift her into fifth, there's not a cop in sight
Let's ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
’68 black Camaro

I can go anywhere, and when I'm alone, I feel the wind in my hair
Oh but what's that following me?
It's coming up faster, I need more speed
I gotta get away, I gotta be free
So they can taste the fire of my…
’68 black Camaro

'68 Black Camaro

The Paranoid Strain Orchestra players are:

Daniel Arizona - Guitar, Vocals
Moisty - Guitar, Vocals, Trumpet
Turd Ferguson - Bass, Vocals
Fearful Jesuit - Keys, Vocals
Lucifer Jones - Drums
Squonkus - Sax

'68 Black Camaro

Paranoid Strain Orchestra

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