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So it begins

Find me a field of wheat and shame

Share the breeze that bends the shaft

And the blame that nurtures guilt

In the composted heart

At the centre of the universe

You are that centre

You always knew that EGO would live

Strong, brave and stewing in its own juices

Here to create all that is, was, and will be

The infinite cosmos nothing more than a

Psychedelic treat to blow your mind

If you stop thinking

It will all end

It will all end.

It will all end!

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dwfan9

In my dreams I fly

The strain is heavy

In my shoulders and elbows

Exertion carries me to the rooftops

Where tiles and skys meet

Sneakers and eyes

I can't beleive my luck

I normally forget how to fly

Especially since I shouldn't be able to

Since no one else can

Not even you

The feeling of remembering

Is like sex, food and god

It's kindred to what death

After this life must be

Awakening into sleep

Sawing logs

...and in my dreams, I fly

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dwfan9

Just you and me man

Catch phrases are fake man

They say what they want to hear

Policies are traps

To make us pay for our fears

You want to pen one or push one?

Do what you want man, no one uses the strap any more

To keep us in line

They just mortgage our souls

For the one thing they can't have

Not our bodies or brains

Not our cars boats or trains but our time * man

For every second we waste

And dream that we chase

Heaven frees us from time * man

Hell frees us from space

Bring on that long silent night

Rest at peace, no more fighting

To buy, have and be

There's just you...

And the darkness...

And me.

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Like to be or not to be

Whatever

Spaceships made of garbage

Bought and paid for by

Slaves at the apple factory

Flying around a huge lump of rock

In the middle of nowhere

Whatever

That's progress for you

Flying cars never materialized

From the deep dark recesses

Of 1950s b movies

To take us to the palaces of scantily clad virgins with Ray guns

Whatever

In the end

We'll all be buried or burned

Long forgotten save for the

Song we wrote on that hill one day

Drunk on wine and love

Fresh air and long hair

Making the best of a moment

'cause that's all we've got

Whatever