We woke up screaming, nightmares again, we left the house and went to sit on the patio, we observed the yard at night, with grotesque halgoen light coming on and off marking the passage of squirrels or other small mammals. the next day we got together, it was may 26 and we tested our new conceptions of motion and stillness and combined them to form Voltron, Queen of the Tornadoes.

Pistil and Stamen

Well some times the wind it howls and we howl too, for we are lunatics, raised in the moonlight, shepherded far and aflame, burning light against a dying world, but the world wasn't dying, just struggling to be reborn. I dreamed of my son's life, him at his cruelest, but he didn't see why the little boy was being a fascist, didn't he understand that you must share everything you have and everything you are. A few rights might be reserved, but you have no rights before God, but you know I'm doing the thing where i equate rights with power, but that rarely accounts for the way adept rhetorical skills can wriggle your was free, especially if you've been counting on this moments, where we make a run for it, Hotel Hallelujah, been there fora season, when i was working the coat room in paradise, it was a fantastic groove to be on, a groove to be hanging on to and clinging as such, behind the door was another day and he began asking questions motivated by fear and in short reply he was given a raise, of 2 dollars and 50 cents. Listen on and ramble for a while to yourself, you deserve to know what you think. i think I rather not. Do what you like. i  usually do. But not always. No not always. Sometimes you do what you're told. Yes there are times. Like when it involves a woman perhaps. No not occasionally, but with frequency. Yes but it makes you happy. Yes. The lord is pleased with you shepherd. You make the best music. Yes, there is time to figure things out tending the flock.  Yes you have learned well. Well I needn't bother you with trivialities but.. Yes I will officiate your wedding. oh thanks captain. Oh in fact it gives me great honor to do this sort of work. Good work if you've earned it. Yes I am happy with it. good. Well then enson, back to work, and on and on it went everyday. but some days i went made with pride scrubbing those machines.    I used to whistle a tune, went someting like this...

Dialogue

On the fifth of july we were still feeling good, so we went and recorded this little jammer. We had John Dussenbury on board with the tambourine and the shaker and we were working with new tech so we were in the zone, i mean get high with us, we're creating ecstatic music. the pork chop is inexpensive and easy to prepare and we think it is a good thing to eat maybe once a week. Sit under the dragstree my neighbor, and let us sip these potions until our eyes forget how to see and see can see each other again, again as we really are and you know it isn't so much to ask.  

Porkchop

Yes from the same recording session as "Porkchop" This is another jam featuring John Dusenbury on tamborine. this one may be the superior jam, it's hard to tell, but it is different, in ways i can't explain. Music is complicated like that, it's hard to characterize but i would say this jam is in the same spirit as pork chop but had to come a longer way. It's good and bad, bad and good, it's neither, it just took a different path, as i remember there are two main high points, but maybe there were two on the other, but they were different, on this one you can hear tearing whereas pork chop can more smoothly. Now the thing about tearing is that people eat it up, the love to see someone rip it. And we firkin rip it on this track. A dirty high, but i grow up loving that kind of business. Now i like it to be cleaner, I'm an upright citizen. So if you want the dirty mess you punk here come in have it while it's still free, jk, it'll always be free from us, for we are not here for your money but for your soul.  

Kebab

It was a funny occasion. We just kept tapping into the void. I've seen he void and it is real. It sucks your attention down a bottomless hole. But really not to much void on this, I edited it out. Be glad i did, darkness would have descended on you and you would have realized that you were paralyzed and you were just waiting for someone to check in on you, and then they might help you and time might start once again. The Void. Some kind go cosmic principle is at hand, why they had to fake the moon landing and stuff, the void is too think to cut through with manned missions. It psychologically paralyzes you, a deer caught in the headlights. It's like that darkness that is as bright as a light, most people don't think of dark as bright, but when you look into it... yeah there is a a lot to see. The void can be rewarding, but it has no business being shared with the public. Come to a show if you wanna see the void, we'll shed a lot of ecstasy getting there. the void is basically frustration. nothing frustrated at its not-becoming. It happens to us at a certain point in this recording, but i cut it off, but there is one odd mark about ten minutes in where things all remain separately, maybe a mistake is made, but it is a moment of beauty, ugly beauty, maybe a neat auditory effect. We're pretty much done on sound cloud, we are going to be moving in new directions soon, and this is the last jam of the forming era. 

Blur

This is our second song performing in the Foyer, Ben's basement. We're interested in starting from the bottom, make sure our magic is just right, and as you can hear, our magic is good, just wait the darn thing keeps getting better, take you on a journey, we deliberately tried to take you to outer space, and well we end up in ancient times. That's just how the thing works. I'm not criticizing it, I think it is amazing. Letting you in on a secret about human destiny. the future will meet the past, this is assured. I'm going to be there, to go back in time and rewrite history with my good learning, but you'll never know about that because my message will be lost to the noise, the noise of chaos growing louder. So not I'm not happy about the chaotic resistance of fiber and glass, but whatever, I think I'm going to eat a porkchop. 

Temple Foyer

the sound of birds, no, a river of birds, wending it way through the desert for the first time bringing life to everywhere it touches and the places that touch the places they touch. You'll meet a man out there and his name is not important but he gives you a handshake and in this handshake the knowledge of your eternity is contained and all you do is nod to this oncoming fate, why not be courteous to your own end we say, we who watch this happen on screens of plasma, sitting high in a skyscraper in Dubai, blowing rings of bingle around your heart. Psychedelic children turning into psychedelic foremen, constructing palaces of wonderment for your eyes and mine. 

The Magic Words

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