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Secret Samadhi Lyrics:

RATTLESNAKE

Lets go hang out in a mall, or a morque, A smorgasbord Lets go hang out in a church We'll go find Lurch Then we'll haul ass down through the abbey Is it money, is it fame Whats in a name, shame? Is it money, is it fame Or were they always this lame?

Its a crazy, crazy mixed up town But its the rattlesnake I fear In another place, in another time Id be drivin trucks my dear, dear dear

Lets go hang out in a bar Its not too far We'll take my car We'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white The sinners saint The rack is full and so are we Of laughing gas and ennui

Its a crazy, crazy mixed up town But its the rattlesnake I fear In another place, in another time Id be drivin trucks my dear, Id be skinnin hunted deer, deer, deer

LAKINIS JUICE

It was an evening I shared with the sun To find out where we belonged From the earliest days We were dancing in the shadows

More wine, Cause I got to have it More skin, Cause I got to eat it

Inside the outside, By the river Used to be so calm Used to be so sane I rushed the ladies room Took the water from the toilet Washed her feet and blessed her name

GRAZE

People should not be afraid, We came to the earth to graze, No shortcuts to the face, this means you, A child gives you his shoes,

People should not be afraid, We came to the earth to graze, If it slithers into the haze, It cant be true, A child gives you his shoes

In the early morning, cut down, The pill, she needs your love, Forget your mother and your father, They arent imporatant son,

We came to the earth to graze, Everyones diggin in, Now theres no time to live, Live,

People should not be afraid, The artist does figure eights, But will it stand the test of time, Or will it rot, Like the mission that tried too hard,

In the early morning, cut her down, The pill, she needs your love, Forget your mother and your fater, You'll fall apart inside, We came to the earth to graze, Everyones diggin in, Now theres no time to live, Live, We came to the earth to graze, Everyones diggin in, Now theres no time to live, Live...

In the early morning, cut down,/ul> The pill, she needs your love, Forget your mother and your father, They arent imporatant son, We came to the earth to graze, Everyones diggin in, Now theres no time to live, Live...

yea, yea, yea, yea oh yea, oh no

CENTURY

Everybodies here, Puke stinks like beer, This could be a city, This could be a graveyard, You stole my idea, You stole my idea,

Everybodies anxious, For the coming of the crisis, The collapse of the justice, I can smell your armpits, You stole my idea, You stole my idea, You stole my idea, This puke stinks like beer, and everybodies here, So come on, come on, come on, Lets lay waste to this century, Come on, come on, come on, Return to nothing,

Everybodies anxious, The crowd is all around us, The followers of Aldous, Are spinning with mescaline, A man behind the alter screams, You stole my idea, You were my idea,

This puke stinks like beer, And everybodies here, So come on, come on, come on, Lets lay waste to this century, Come on, come on, come on, Return to nothing, and help me, Come on, come on, come on, Lets lay waste to this century,

On the edge, of a kiss, smack on the lips, Dangled with a tongue, On the edge of a peace that cant stand low, And wont stand tall,

Come on, come on, come on, Lets lay waste to this century, Come on, come on , come on, Return to nothing, and help me, Come on, come on, come on, Its amazing what we can do with love, With the matches and gasoline, do with love, Its amazing what we can do with love

GHOST

Everybody has a ghost, Everybody has a ghost, that sings like you do, Yours is not like mine, Its alright, keep it up,

Boy loses rib in New Orleans, He cant help eyein up the whores, Under the bridge, Boy loses rib and lets a hellified cry into the dark, Where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong? I never needed this before, I need a woman to help me feel,

Everybody has a dream, Everybody has a dream like a world tattoo, Yours is not like mine, its alright, keep it up,

The scalpel dives into the skin, Good doctors never leave a scar, No proof again, I'll take the myth, you take the blood, Its all the same to the world dreamer, Its all the same in the end,

Where did I go wrong? I never needed this before, I need a woman to help me feel,

Everybody has a ghost, Everybody has a ghost, that sings like you do, Yours is not like mine, Its alright, keep it up,

Boy loses rib in New Orleans, He trades some ether for a chance, Under the bridge,

Boy loses rib as he summoned to the mud, Flat on his back, Cryin where did I go wrong, Where did I go wrong? I never needed this before, I need a woman to help me feel,

Where did I go wrong? I never needed this before, I need a woman to help me feel, feel, feel...

UNSHEATHED

The babies not screamin enough, The singers not singing enough, Ramanas not breathing to us, Behold the unsheathing, its love,

The blade is not ready to cut, Its dull from out thinking, its rough,

Free love is a world I cant linger too long in, Free love was just another party for the hippies to ruin,

Behold the unsheathing, its love, Behold the unsheathing, its love,

Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son, Free love, I cant afford to add up what you fuckers are made of,

Free love is a world that I cant linger too long in, Free love was just another party for the hippies to ruin

INSOMNIA AND THE HOLE IN THE UNIVERSE

My brother kicked his feet to sleep, My brother kicked his feet to sleep, My brother kicked his feet to sleep, And I sang the dirge song,

My brother never missed a beat, My brother kicked his feet to sleep, My brother kicked his feet to sleep, And I sang the dirge song,

My brother kicked his feet to sleep, My brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet, My brother kicked his feet to sleep, And I sang the dirge song,

Angel, dont you have some some bagels in my oven? Lady, dont you know a man when you see one? Crazy lady, now, with the shiny shoes, where are you? Kick your feet and calm the space that makes you hollow,

Little swamis got his bowl to eat, Little swamis always walks his beat, sweet feet, Little swamis got his bowl to eat, And I sing the dirge song,

Its amazing how they come to see, the little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet, The little swami only wears a sheet, And I sing the dirge song,

Anal, tight assed soldier with that dogged heart, Put down your gun, We are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart, And take it slow... yea...

TURN MY HEAD

Anyone caught, in your mystery, Keep it angry, Keep it whispy, I've fallen down, Drunk on your juices,

Turn my head, Turn my head, Its aimed at you,

Funky temple, Your dress is torn to shreds, Your eyes are crazy, I bowed to save my head and, I cant forget you, But I cant remember,

Turn my head, Turn my head, Its aimed at you,

Turn my head, Turn my head, Its aimed at you, baby, baby,

Oh no, We came to love you all day, Oh, These bastards are leavin, Somebody's got to stay, Whatever we called you, Its just a name, Just a name

Turn my head, Turn my head, Its aimed at you, yea,

Turn my head, Turn my head, Its aimed at you, Its aimed at you

HEROPSYCHODREAMER

Ill kill you in my dreams, I turn the other cheek during the day, Ill kill you all,

The subculture of my dreams, Is waiting for me to fall asleep, I know you're scared, you should be, I know you're scared,

Hero,

This attic of my mind, These feelings I cant hide, I cant share, I feel alone, ah yea, The subconscious keeps me here, I fell in love with the balladeer, I saw your tongue, it licked my heart, The called you queer,

Hero, Dreamer, Hero,

They called you queer, They called you queer, They called you queer, They called you queer

FREAKS

If the mother goes to sleep with you, Will you run and tell Geraldo, If the mother bears her children without tears, At the usual costs of labor,

If the mother goes to bed with you, Will you run and tell the neighbors, Will you hide behind the get up that you wear Or will you take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade, Like Peter did on the hill,

Will you call her a freak? Will you call them freaks?

If the mother goes to bed with you, Will you run and tell the papers, How she picked you from a line up in downtown Philidelphia, With a cigarette hangin out of your mouth and henry miller in your back pocket, You little fucker,

If the mother goes to bed with you, In the bowels of the cathedral, Will you render her asunder with what she really needs, Or will you crash that beautiful silence and talk about finding yourself in your mothers arms,

Will you call her a freak? Will you call them freaks? We'll call them gods, We'll call them freaks,

You know your sperm is weak, You never looked so high, To ever find him, so low, You did not have to go, that far,

Now you know they're gonna come for you, Drag your silly name into the mud, If the mother bears her children without tears, At the usual costs of labor, Labor, Labor, Labor,

Would you call them freaks? Will you call them freak shows? We'll call them gods We'll call them freaks,

You know your sperm is weak, You never looked, so high, To ever find her, so low, You didnt have to go, To show her that you were, To show her that you were holy,

To show her you were holy, To show her you were holy, To show her you were holy, To show her you were holy, baby, baby

MERICA

Looks like Americas dropped her load, Like she was ready to explode, I could not see her from up here Cause she was lying in the road,

My heads in the ground, I cant make a sound, My heads in the ground,

Looks like America has dropped her load, She tried to call me on the telephone, Everything is fine, the baby is here, Shell have to handle this one on her own,

My heads in the ground, I cant make a sound, The priests were all stoned, California was in my mind, And love was a game we played,

My heads in the ground, I cant make a sound, The priests are all stoned, The fact that you moaned,

My heads in the ground, My heads in the ground, My heads in the ground, My heads in the ground...

GAS HED GOES WEST

If I was half alive, Then you were dead, Subsisting on that same old bread,

Its the memory that hides, The the whole wide world, Its the gas heds love, of America,

Its the memory that hides, Take your photographs back, For the love of all gods, Our gas hed marches on, Out gas hed marches on,

He's a bonified man, A star amongst his clan, And the only one that let me ride, Its the memory that dies, Our gas hed was right, When the lanced his skull, There was puss and light, Its the memory that dies, So take your photographs back, For the love of all gods, Our gas hed marches on, Our gas hed marches on, Its the memories that dies, And makes your photographs black, For the love of all gods, Our gas hed marches on, Our gas hed marches on, Its the memory that dies, Take your photograph back, For the love of all gods, Our gas hed marches on,

Our gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio