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

I do what I want, especially cause I’m Buck
I read the writing on the wall
Get down on your knees cause I’m the man of your dreams
The madam knows I pay for it all
So why don’t you take that, take that cigarette and
Grind it out in my eye?
You should meet ol’ Judd, he lives in the mud
He’s filled with blind rage
He mumbles a lot, reads porno to his crocs
And the dying monkey in a cage
So if you check in, check into the Starlight
You’re gonna get the scythe

I stay out all night, playin’ pool and pickin’ fights
My buckle is a throwing star
There’s a red light in the fog, and a movement in the bog
I should have stayed in the bar
So if you see it comin’, comin’ in the bayou
You’ll get eaten alive

Gator Bait

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

Gator Bait

Paranoid Strain Orchestra

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