Fast Fadin' - Not Made To Last

This is fast fadin'
This is real life
This is fast fadin'
Go take your one time.

It's going to come pretty soon,
It's going to be there.
It made its bones on the moon,
Now the Earth beware.

It's forging widows from brides,
Set sail Charybdis.
Place two coins in your eyes,
And then enjoy the ride.

It hides in shadows and tides,
In breaths of last words.
It steals the light from your eyes,
Beneath the cobalt skies.


Wake up


I Woke up in bed, I woke up in chills, I woke up in Rome.
My girl is a road walking you home.

I Woke up in bed, I woke up in frights, I woke up in France
My girls is a rose, now watch how she dance.

I'm not here to be a nice guy,
I do it just for you.
I'm not here to be a good man I try it just for you.

I soak up the rays, I sit out the days, I'm dressed up in brass.
I'm smoking guns, nailed to my mast.
I sit out the days, I soak up the rays, I'm dressed up in glass,
I'm breaking up - we're not made to last.

Poseidon and a Tidal Wave

I said mantra, I said tiger eyes.

I said Satyr - common let's multiply

I said mantra, I said tiger eyes.

I said Satyr - common let's multiply

Buzzards and a new dream and a sage's curse

Vulture and a Beatle verse.

We're getting ready for a 2-foot grave -

Poseidon and a tidal wave.

It's not over yet.

I said mantra, I said tiger eyes.

I said Satyr - common let's multiply

I said mantra, I said tiger eyes.

I said Satyr - common let's multiply

Buzzards and a new dream and a sage's curse

Vulture and a Beatle verse.

We're getting ready for a 2-foot grave -

Poseidon and a tidal wave.

It's not over yet.

The Associated Shades - The Huaraz Song

I'll meet you in India ASAP,

I'll meet you in Africa easy, like the breeze.

I'll see you in Israel, coming onto me.

Why do the stars keep burning,

why does the Earth spin turning,

I need more than this,

I'm chasing dragons through the mist.

Give me reasons why we came at all before we fade out to limitless,

Before the wild eyes of leaving this.

I'll meet you in magma clad - serpents by the side,

I'll see you in the under-grass - fathomed like the tide,

I'll see you in the throws of Nun - Screaming at the Sun

"Why do your flames keep burning? Why does the Earth spin turning? I need more than this, I'm chasing dragons through the mist.

Give me reasons why we came at all before we fade out to limitless,

Before the wild eyes of leaving this."

I'll see you soon, i'll give you the moon, eyesight for the summer, the spring and autumn too. I've got it all for you - the flag ship - the sonar - the passage through.

Living in the time that kills us...........................................

Living In The Time that kills us.

Intro.

Clover footed demons, awash on foreign planes,

Analyze my everything, it’s driving me insane,

Mama’s in the corner, the steeple's getting warm,

Mecca and a heart attack, Eden was a fall.

Arise the siren screamed, I’ve got it all right here,

To un-map your Borneos and make you disappear,

Wake up the hero shouted, there’s something in the Sun,

About this coloured nucleus, it’s telling us to come.

Chorus.

She could have it all, I get down to supplicate her,

We could have it all, if the bill came that bit later,

One too many pills, I said I think I need a respirator,

Call a doctor and tell him this one is dead,

And won’t be up till much much later.

And won’t be up till much much later.

Much later. Much much later.

Killing off our time, living in the time that kills us,

I lost my fucking mind, we’ll all be Hitler for a moment,

Ring of fire come on circle me now,

Ancient flames, come on and illustrate how.

She could have it all, I said I get down to supplicate her,

We could have it all, if the bill came that bit later,

One too many pills, I said I think I need a respirator,

Call a doctor and tell him this one is dead,

And won’t be up till much much later.

And won’t be up till much much later.

Much later. Much much later.

The Beauty And The Horror

Watch the ground and follow track, 

All the movements shadows black,

And the mist that surrounds you.

Join the race for precious gold, precious sons are being sold

For the mist that now owns you.

Grip my hand through the beauty and the horror.

Melt like snow into the wonder and the fire.

Blind oracle in you, let the sunlight burn through.

Blind oracle in you, let the musing burn through.

I wasn't man I was a beast so I head out to the East

Where the "God said "You done wrong"

He said "Son your touch has failed - to the wall you didn't wail.

Now your time is done"

Grip my hand through the beauty and the horror

Melt like snow into the wonder and the fire.

Blind oracle in you, let the sunlight burn through,

Blind oracle in you, let the musing burn through

I wasn't man I was a beast so I head out to the East

Where the "God said "You done wrong"

He said "Son your touch has failed - to the wall you didn't wail.

Now your time is done"

Grip my hand through the beauty and the horror.

Melt like snow into the wonder and the fire.

Blind oracle in you, let the moonlight burn through.

Blind oracle in you, let the musing burn through.

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Lots of muddy elixirs and holy bloody waters

Liberate me from ostensibly ordinary fetters

Exodus and an arc of bulrushes

I believe in a spirit, but not a redemptive force, there's no trading in tokens. Goodbye.

I would have preferred my story that of t e lawrence or darth vadar

Anteloping With Gorillas in the zoo

Too much to drink, too much to see,

Too much to think, too far to sink on down.

To be fit and fun and to strongly run

That's just and idea that burns blurry in the distance

Anteloping with Gorillas in the zoo 

On the arcs, under stones - in forests to.

And eloping with the gorillas in the zoo

I 'll be groping like the cavemen used to do

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

You know I don't take drugs,

Because I get a real low.

I don't take E - I take care of me and my Rose.

And when I get old I know i'm going to die,

And so are you - so kiss the air and say goodbye.

Anteloping with Gorillas in the zoo 

On the arcs, under stones - in forests to.

And eloping with the gorillas in the zoo

I 'll be groping like the cavemen used to do

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

I'm sorry girl my voyeur is strong

iBone

There was more sublime here than in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ sewer.


the flora seems to express itself differently


A couple of the boy’s unpleasantries will disarm you due to their fantastically quirky choice of headwear, a WWI helmet perhaps, a pointed gnome’s hat?


There's congestion in the central reservation, of the highways to my heart.
In the museum of dazzling advance, science killed a true romance.
Where you romantic when the Brothers Grimm came round?
Or could they deduce your buzzing sound.

On the Bridge he killed Robin Hood and took from him everything he could.
The he flew him on lubricated lightening - to the sands of Plutonian shores.

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Passed Out In A Grave Yard - feat. The Short-Term Dogg.

She's Just Up My Street

Some day I might turn around to see,
All the bad deeds that I did in the red lights,
All the bad deeds that I did in the black dead of night.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,
It just rides out of me.

And on Sinai I might burn amongst the trees,
Watch the ghosts disappear to the Red Sea,
And on Sinai I might dance amongst the breeze,
Watch the ghosts disappear into the Dead Sea,
Watch the ghosts disappear inside of me.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,

It just rides out of me.

Trying to plug my stories,

I was trying to get my rhythming down,

This ain't no Jackanory,

Now i'm going to quit the ground,

We're going to quit the ground.

But I won't refrain from the mystic on a wing tip,

It just rides out of me.

The Hurricane Turns

She was a graduate from the School of Seven Bells,
With so many secrets that she could hardly spill.
She showed me seven kinds of Hell.
It's not alright by me,
These hurricane turns.

She systematically executed routine,
Like a robot greased in Vaseline.
I was a fool because I thought that she had seen,
We were already gone,
With the hurricane turns.

She's the final twist in Medusa's killing list,
She's not dead she has just fallen out of reach.
There is not a line uncrossed or a wrong she didn't breach.

It's not alright by me,
All these hurricane turns.

She systematically executed routine,
Like a robot greased in Vaseline.
I was a fool because I thought that she had seen,
We were already gone,
With the hurricane turns.

Your as cynical as Nietzsche,
If your nature let's burn the trees.
Because there's no more flight to the birds anymore.

It's not alright by me,
All these hurricane turns.