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You Are Your Path
02:52
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Butterscotch, Butterfree
Who’s the man I will be?
Scares the shit out of me
Butterscotch, Butterfree
There’s a ghost on the scene
Who’s the man I will be?
What will happen to me?
Build a bridge between the top and bottom
Spin a web between the soul and body
Spirit of the ancient luminaries
Moving up toward a higher being
Build a bridge between the top and bottom
Spin a web between the soul and body
Spirit of the ancient luminaries
Know thyself, know thy death, go to sleep
If you die before you die, then you will not die when you die
When you die, when you die
Butterscotch, Butterfree
Scares the shit out of me
You are your path
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TRV KVLT
02:21
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Void Fast
03:34
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Make the grass to grow beneath my feet
Into the void. Selah.
Separate the waters from the deep
into the skies. Selah.
The choir master harmony completes
with dissonance resolved.
Hide the fire beyond the firmament
of Tellus’ swirling orb.
Young man, run fast to the void.
Young man, embrace the void.
Axios! Axios! O, my heavens at your heavens!
Axios! Axios! I hear my calling; it’s the silence.
Let all mortal flesh keep silent
pondering nothing earthly minded.
Lidless eye and six-winged voices flying,
endless day descends on ranks of angels.
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Palms Upward
04:53
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Feel the movement, strike the chord
Hear the cymbal, make some noise
The whole point of this is not the emptiness,
it’s the wholeness in the void.
The whole point of this is not the kingdom,
it’s the baby in your arms.
Palms upward, palms together, palms touching the ground
There’s no heaven, but this heaven, this heaven all around
All the people sing: Yeah
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Scaramouche
06:28
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Scaramouche, I wanna take your face from blau to rouge
Fandango, I wanna take this thing as far as it can go
Let’s tango, hey
Serpentine, I build a slip and slide assembly line
Circumscribed, I build a tiny house and I just stay inside
Begin again, you know I like repeating things
Now and then, I think I see the future now, and I think I see it again
Skull in hand, now mock thee the naked man
Excuse me ma’am: I acquiesce to your ridiculous demands
And every time I try to put myself as somebody else
I can’t help but thinking of how I might have felt
A sinking feeling like a tunnel to the heart of my chest
I draw up from the well of infinite jest
What was once a suggestion has revealed itself as now a reef far off of the shore, now the ship that must be navigated must reconcile its added weight with its propensity to float. What was once shall be again, and what is now is the beginning of an end, for the Father and the Son live in perpetual communion- a perichoresis- with those welcome into the kingdom but not yet conceived. And the ability to extrapolate the potential impacts of such created being belongs to the Gaia alone, and this mother, the Gaia, who is in essence The Essence, manifests herself inexorably within the hearts of all, who guides all things (but with freedom) to the great song whose harmonies were decided long ago. And how she perceives these many futures is an inexhaustible mystery that must be at once known and unknown.
Known, unknown. How many futures known, unknown?
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Mozrs
05:06
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I am just a mortal man
If you could see me, how would you perceive me?
I’m sorry that I tried so hard.
I see that you are different now
A different girl from when I met you.
Older, yes, but also changed.
What you make of this will surely make of you itself
Cut like knives through skin
Pay no mind at all to your conscience, and in a timely fashion
it will go away
I watched it happen in slow motion
Like jumping off a bridge before my eyes
Why are all my friends so sad?
Lying face down in the grass.
I imagine infinite space where everything’s a possibility
But things could never be another way
What you make of this will surely make you itself
Cut like knives through skin
Pay no mind at all to your conscience, and in a timely fashion
it will go away
There’s a devil waiting in the wings
Surreptitiously moving everything to his purpose.
O Moses, Laurels- will you let him be?
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Our master, the butcher, the saw
I feel it all, I feel it all.
O Divine, love the people and know Thyself
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