Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink yeah, Now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you know? You're the humane magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes?! It's in your nature, you can paint whatever picture you like No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight So modify this third rock from the sun By painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition Picture the scene, where whatever you thought, would, in the blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated You'd be sure man that every line drawn reflected a life that you loved Not an existence that you hated So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight? We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paint Lets figure out what the f*** it's about Before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry, Now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition Redefine
I'm born I'm alive I breathe In a moment or two I realize That the sphere upon which I reside is asleep on its feet. Should I go back to sleep? We orbit the sun I grow up my open eyes see... A zombified, somnambulist society Leaving us as vitamins for the hibrating human animal Do you see what I mean? You stare at me like a vitamin On the surface you hate but you know you need me I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily And I wonder, will yoou digest me? Into the sleep machine I won't plug in In fact I'd rather die before I will comply To you, my friend, I write the reason I still live 'Cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give Coming closer to another 2000 years You and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine
At first I see an open wound infected and disastrous It breathes chaotic catastrophe it cries to be renewed Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab To touch, its stiff and resilient, underneath, the new skin breathes As outwardly cliche as it may seem, yes, Something under the surface says, "C'est la vie" It is a circle, there is a plan Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again Look closely at the open wound see past what covers the surface Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes stage It's all been saved with exception for the right parts When will we be new skin? It's all been seen with exception for what could be When will we be new skin? Fallacious cognitions spewed from televisions do mold our decisions So stop and take a look, and you'll see what I see now
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stiches, You can't make me think like you, mundane I've got a message for all those who think That they can etch his words inside my brain T.V., what do I need? Tell me who to believe! Whats the use of autonomy when a button does it all, Who've seen the f***in eye ache too It's time to step away from cable train And when we finally see the subtle light, This quirk in evolution will begin to let us live and recreate T.V., what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Let's do our mom a favor and drop a new god off a wall Let me see past the fatuous knocks I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box! Let you see past the feathers and flocks, And help me plant a bomb in this idiot box! From the depths of the sea to the tops of the trees To the seat of a lazy boy... staring at a silver screen!!
If I had a dime for everytime you walked away, I could afford to not give a s*** and buy a drink and drown the day But your pockets, they are empty, yeah, and mine are times two So why not make an about-face and accept the love I send to you? You're never gonna be content if you try, try to see outside your line There you go, you did it again! You act as if there's binder on your eyes Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?! Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well! Like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingrdients trapped inside Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimse of you, I guess the hard shell represents your pride Oh, if only it could be different we could uncover the you, you deny Between two, a small discrepency, one complicates and one simplifies TAKE THOSE F***ING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!! So if I had a dime for every time you walked away, You could bet your bottom dollar that I'd be filthy rich by noon today
A Certain Shade of Green
A certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead. Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed? Are your muscles bound by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear, and street signs guide my way. Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for, A certain shade of green? I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate. What are you waiting for, A certain shade of green? Would a written invitation signed, "Choose now or lose it all," sedate your hesitation? Or inflame and make you stall? You've been raised in limitation, but that glove never fit quite right. The time has come for hand-me-downs, choose anew, please evolve, take flight What are you waiting for? A written invitation? A public declaration? A private consolation?
I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty and I know everything you hate in me Fill me up with over-pious badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things Remember all the lessons fed to me? Me the young sponge, so ready to agree Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead now aware that I'm alive and way ahead Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things And I'm so happy I see you looking, I know that you're thinking that I'll nver go anywhere The things that I've done and thh things that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care
Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song)
I'm home alone tonight Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind alight I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible...with you So I call you on the tin can phone We rendezvous at a quarter to, and make sure we're alone I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free When we get there, we're gonna go far away Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity For years, I kept to myself Now potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy, and we'll be there So I call you on the tin can phone We rendezvous at a quarter to, and make sure we're alone I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free
Disconnect and let me drift until my upside down is right side in Society must let the artist go, to wander off into the nebula Upon return, I conjure what was seen I let it pulse and boil within my limbs I lay my pencil to the porous page, and let my lunatic indulge itself Wander off into your nebula, See your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive Wander in off to your nebula, your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine, So pick your prize! Do you enjoy your sight inside? In a little black book do I confide!
It's 3 o'clock and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?" It seems we've wondered out of bounds again! Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize Things that are stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? Man, I've got to find my way back home, but I'm too deep inside It's 4 o'clock and we ask ourselves, "Where did I go wrong? We passed my house at least an hour ago!" Over and over, we ask ourselves why don't we utilize Things that are stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? It's 5 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!" I'm way too deep inside to go home... I know exactly where we are...where the f*** are we??? I've got to get sane!
On my way home, police car pulled me over After they left, I puttered out of gas Triple-A' came, but my card was expired! I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted! They put cold things in my butt They sampled a bit of my DNA They left me on top of my sheets I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me This day sucked the hardest ever... I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today A little bit less than nothing would go my way I got up to toss my soiled sheets, The hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me) Then I heard the voice say, "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!" I suppose I'm the culprit for running out of gas Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his Triple-A fee In actuality, I let the zetas probe me Yesterday was all my fault I let negativity get the better of me Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds! They temporarily set free this quandary