Fungus Amongus

You Will Be A Hot Dancer
Damn, this situation's new to me, why? I see a head afraid to be himself, I bet he'd to have a little encouragement from the opposite, come that side of the floor...Yes! Egg him along, make him feel at ease with himself, steal his clothes, leave him his shoes, let's get this marmaduke naked! Makehim feel at ease, let's get this maraduke naked so lose your head and go to pieces..... Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer! Oohh... now that the basics are down, converse amongst yourselves. But, keep an eye out for the next complication. In other words, grab the next motherfucker marmaduke, who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations. I can't wait until the syllables bend. Let's get this marmaduke naked, let's get this marmaduke naked... so lose your head and go to pieces! Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!

Shaft
Who am I? I am I. Who are you? You are me! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! I'll get a new one, then! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Up until this day; I take a look, a look around, gas limited. Up untile this day; I look around, I tell myselfI live again! Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?

Trouble in 421
The evening began as a positive swaret and my abode was 4-2-0 G. But little did I know that in the very next apartment there'd be trouble on the brew for me! Ubiquitous I wish I could be because the clock cuts short my own day! One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass upon the cushion that supports my array! Can this be? Trouble!!! So if I may, slip you a tip. You'd best stay away from 4-2-1. Trouble!!! So get high the green way. So get by the green way...yes! I knocked upon their door in hopes of bidding them their welcome and instead I was caught by an eye. His pupil was wide open kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00. It was indoubadoubly dose derived. It was then that they took me and shined their light between my eyes. He said "What are ya new? Why are you here? What's the catch? Why not explain in clear? Why you're peakin around?!" I wish I could've just kept to my own. My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent! I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside so that my mind could sit and delude my pride! I beg my common sense to keep my neighbor out away from my front door until i find a way to hide myself from those in 4-2-1.......one...one away from the good one.

Take Me To Your Leader
What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly, picked out things to flip around and view a lot differently? What if blue sky, all of a sudden turned a purple hue? We would shit a brick the size of all of it... what if? What if I was just daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day? You can bet your dollar I'd be happy! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy! What if mothballs, hangin' around too close to microwaves suddenly woke up and said, "Take me to your leader or die by fly guy! He'll push ya' out, no wings attached!" Just do as I say, no mistake, he'll blow away. What if I was daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg and I did not want my pants to get dirty? What if this, what if that?! Go! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy! I forgot to remember my...PAIN! My pain! Forgot to inject my...cocaine! Forgot to apply my...rogaine! Forgot to remember...my pain! I never think, I never thought, oh maybe I'm insane! I think I like being way the fuck out of my brain! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!

Medium
Medium, medium. Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew, and I think about the amount of the sweet, I'd like to have in my cup today. One for the two lump, three lump, four. No half of one, no less no more. Just give me a chance, let me make it mine. I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie. Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium. Just enough to start my beat... Medium. Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium. Just enough to start my beat... Medium. Dinner time just rolls around, and I think I crave a steak but, I'm not too partial to the meat, when it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait. Not too much of the parsony, and just enough of the spice. I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries. Not too tender, not too tough... Medium. Not too little, just enough... Medium. Not too tender, not too tough... Medium. Not too little, just enough... Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium. Come Thursday Morn' I smell the pits, but hey, it aint that bad I, could of sworn I bathed last week, and scrubbed like a good lad I like to stink just a little bit, just to keep you on your toes yes. The more I stink the more I think, that you smell like a rose. Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium. Just enough to hurt my dad... Medium. Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium. Just enough to hurt my dad... Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.

Speak Free
You took our lives away to increase your self esteem. An underlie in the public eye. Your dubbed insane if and when you try to speak your mind...IN YOUR OWN WAY! Ignore the past and... SPEAK FREE! You smashed glass eyes just to say, "It all is all that I need." What you see is a reflection of my choice and what it means to me. Trapped in your cell. A mindless plot against own eyes to simplify your hell! Just ease my pain!

The Answer
MMMMmmmmmmmm........ hemp?!) Step outside the bounds and take a big look at the times we live in. Who appointed you? You're just an avid image on my screen. So take your bias point of view away from my organic institution. And now we D.A.R.E. to think ourselves! The answer's waiting content. (Look into your mind and guide.) The answer's clear as day open your eyes! Now kill me. You killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to our dear lives. So, in a sense you bit the hand that feeds us just to kill your prophet now. And with the coming generation at the torn seems this is what you call progress.. I call it shame! The answer's waiting content. (Look into your mind and guide.) The answers clear as day open your eyes! Now kill me. What his law says. What his law says. What his law says may not be the stepping stone for you! You killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to our dear lives!

Psychopsilocybin
Psychopsilocybin runnin horny muther fucker. Trippin on his shoelace, searchin for the hairy sucker. He dont need no funny money, his love is all his power. Half-naked and full witted, and two weeks less a shower! You'll see me, I'll be there, with my nose in the grass! One for me, one for you. Two for me, one for you. Three for me, one for you. End of the sack, now the fungi's they are bloom.

Sink Beneath the Line
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line and the commoners were... drunken upon the hillside or so the story goes. I guess she followed along so she could... watch their games! Sink beneath the line little girl. Peak above the shrine them commoners were. Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine and the crawlers emerged multitudious! Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat! That's when she... felt the squirms. My underpants! All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd. I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere! But instead she combed the outskirts lookin inside and then she sat upon a bughill. This was when things started to get rough. An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways right inside her 5-0-1 cut-offs and her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me thats right! They were biting her beneath the line. She was a sitting on atop their shrine. I wish I could've warned her! "She should've worn underpants! There's bugs crawling everywhere and shit, I can't believe it!"

Hilikus
About a hundred years ago now, thought I was left for dead. Soliloquy, she was my... A picture, a wake, my metaphoric friend. So then I fell in love with an irony named life, it taught me this from that and... a picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus. History has a tendency to block yout the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, so good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS! So I took a walk out side with my new found friend and the knowledge imbibe. I figured I'd find another with the same attitude, yes, then maybe I could talk to someone other than myself! The doors are swinging wide open, a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket had a lot to do with my new found friend, the hilikus. History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS

Enjoy Incubus

You Will Be A Hot Dancer
Damn, this situation's new to me, why? I see a head afraid to be himself, I bet he'd to have a little encouragement from the opposite, come that side of the floor...Yes! Egg him along, make him feel at ease with himself, steal his clothes, leave him his shoes, let's get this marmaduke naked! Makehim feel at ease, let's get this maraduke naked so lose your head and go to pieces..... Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer! Oohh... now that the basics are down, converse amongst yourselves. But, keep an eye out for the next complication. In other words, grab the next motherfucker marmaduke, who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations. I can't wait until the syllables bend. Let's get this marmaduke naked, let's get this marmaduke naked... so lose your head and go to pieces! Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!

Shaft
Who am I? I am I. Who are you? You are me! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! I'll get a new one, then! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Up until this day; I take a look, a look around, gas limited. Up until this day; I look around, I tell myself I live again! Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?

Take Me To Your Leader
What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly, picked out things to flip around and view a lot differently? What if blue sky, all of a sudden turned a purple hue? We would shit a brick the size of all of it... what if? What if I was just daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day? You can bet your dollar I'd be happy! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy! What if mothballs, hangin' around too close to microwaves suddenly woke up and said, "Take me to your leader or die by fly guy! He'll push ya' out, no wings attached!" Just do as I say, no mistake, he'll blow away. What if I was daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg and I did not want my pants to get dirty? What if this, what if that?! Go! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy! I forgot to remember my...PAIN! My pain! Forgot to inject my...cocaine! Forgot to apply my...rogaine! Forgot to remember...my pain! I never think, I never thought, oh maybe I'm insane! I think I like being way the fuck out of my brain! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!

Version
We could live in a house outside of town, we could build our own version of society, well...there'd be no one to answer to and complicate our lives, we could be the epitome of self sufficience. Time to pay! To pay! Time to pay; you've got to pay me! Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Why should we carry on your false integrity? When you've shown us that you can't even keep your nest clean. So far we've put finacial gain ahead of human needs, quality of our lives should be prioritized. Time to pay! To pay! Time to pay; you've got to pay me! Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Modify your version so we can carry on. To carry on. To be conclusive, I'd like to say, you've done a super-fine job with your display. I see now that you cannot comprehend what it means to respect your life and then some! To be rich, that would be great. No, but it doesn't mean POO-POO without your nest! So why should I pay for your misake, man? Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Modify your version so we can carry on. To carry on.

Azwethinkweiz
Floatin' round my brain, tryin' to think about the other thing. Than that thought you know I'm considering. What if what I thought, about who I think I though I was, was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering? Azwethinkweizm is hard to think about, but simple to trust. You'll know your on it when your brain won't stop to take a break, no! So when donut boy comes askin' around, tryin' to figure out somethin' new, you just smile and say, "Pardon you! I'm sitting through some particles and farcing through some folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds!" So I think upon that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinkin' about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught! Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, Lookin' like we think we do. Like we think we do. Some think I'm insane, 'cause I think about the other thing, than that one thought you call reality. What if what you thought, about who you think you thought you were, was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling! Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust. It's just to bad it makes your head go zippitykrack @#$% dang! So when donut boy comes sniffing around trying to figure out something new, you just laugh and say, "Pardon you, I'm through some particles and farcing through some folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds." So I think upon that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinking about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught. Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, lookin' like we think we do. Like we think we do. So what if you thought about the thinkweiz was nothing like you think you are? You'd probably more than likely be a lookyloo lookin' like you think you do. Like you think you do.

Hilikus
About a hundred years ago now, thought I was left for dead. Soliloquy, she was my... A picture, a wake, my metaphoric friend. So then I fell in love with an irony named life, it taught me this from that and... a picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus. History has a tendency to block yout the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, so good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS! So I took a walk out side with my new found friend and the knowledge imbibe. I figured I'd find another with the same attitude, yes, then maybe I could talk to someone other than myself! The doors are swinging wide open, a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket had a lot to do with my new found friend, the hilikus. History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS!

S.C.I.E.N.C.E.

Redefine
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 now? You're the human 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 fuck 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

Vitamin
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 hibernating 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 you 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

New Skin
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 the 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. Its all been saved with exception for the right parts When will we be new skin? Its 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

Idiot Box
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches, 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! What's the use of autonomy when a button does it all? So listen up, glisten up closely all, who've seen the fuckin 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 do I need? Tell me who to believe! Whats the use of autonomy when a button does it all? T.V., what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Lets 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!!

Glass
If I had a dime for every time you walked away, I could afford to not give a shit and buy a drink and drown the day But your pockets, they are empty, yeh, 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 font 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 ingredients trapped inside. Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse 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 discrepancy, one complicates and one simplifies. TAKE THOSE FUCKING 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 point the 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?

Favorite Things
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 never go anywhere. The things that I've done and the 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 aflight. 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-two, 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-two, and make sure we're alone. I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free

Nebula
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 little, black book do I confide!

Deep Inside
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 sooo 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've got to get sane!

Calgone
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 D.N.A. 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 to blame for getting pulled over. I guess 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

Make Yourself

Privilege
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy? Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore? Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere, maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor. (Find yourself a backdoor.) I see you in line, dragging your feet you have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born free. That is your privilege. Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for? Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy. Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor. (Find yourself a backdoor.) I see you in line, dragging your feet you have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born free. That is your privilege.

Nowhere Fast
Will I ever get to where I'm going? Will I ever follow through with what I had planned. I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted and the directions for me are a lot less in demand. Will I ever get to where I'm going? If I do, will I know when I am there? If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care? I would. I take a look around; it's evident the scene has changed. And there are times when I feel improved upon the past. Then there are times when I can't seem to understand at all and yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere... really fucking fast.

Consequense
Blink and you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all times. Think that you're on the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan. Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes. Situation has a stink. Better clear the air before your son becomes a man. Blink. Everything's been augmented, you've been left so far behind. Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head. Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind. Situation baffles me. I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead. You better think fast! Cause' you never know what's comin' around the bend. You better not blink! For Consequence is a bigger word than you think. It's bigger than you or me.

The Warmth
I'd like to close my eyes and go numb but there's a cold wind coming from the top of the highest high-rise today. It's not a breeze cause' it blows hard. Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know, watch the warmth blow away. Do you think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier? And leave in my wake a trail of fear(?) Or should I hold my head up high and throw a wrench and spokes by leaving the air behind me clear? Don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold. Remember why you came and while you're alive experience the warmth before you grow old.

When It Comes
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again. When it comes, it comes abrupt. When it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for real. Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal. Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy! What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop trying cause' what I want and what I need, is and will always be free. It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again they're letting it out again. When it comes, it comes unannounced. And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull. Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me no more... cause' now I'm full. Just when you thought it was safe to think in comes mental piracy! What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop trying, cause' what I want and what I need is and will always be free.

Stellar
Meet me in outer space. WE could spend the night; watch the earth come up. I've grown tired of that place; won't you come with me? WE could start again. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew. Meet me in outer space. I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights. I need you to see this place, it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew. You are stellar.

Make Yourself
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow. Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow. If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache. At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and blow away. If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay. But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and grey. You should make amends with you. If only for better health. But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now. I won't let em' make me, it's more than I can allow. So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache. And if I fuck me...I'll fuck me in my own way. You should make amends with you. If only for better health. But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself? Make Yourself.

Drive
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal. But lately I am beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around. But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeh. Would you choose water over wine? ... hold the wheel and drive.

Clean
Today, everything was fine. Until roundabout, quarter to nine, I suddenly found myself in a bind. Was it something I said? Something I read and manifested that's getting you down. Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in you eye, I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried. Say what you will, say what you mean. You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean. Tomorrow, what price will I pay? Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed? Would you then gimme the time of day? I need a map of your head, translated into English so I can learn to not make you frown. You'd feel better if you'd vent, put your frustrations into four letter words and let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town. Say what you will, say what you mean. You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.

Battlestar Scralatchtica (instrumental)

I Miss You
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you.(?) I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.

Pardon Me
A decade ago, I never thought I would be, at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me. But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same. Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. I said, "I can relate," cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth. Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D... and thinking so much differently. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.

Out From Under
To resist is to piss in the wind. Anyone who does will end up smelling. Knowing this, why do I defy? Because my inner voice is yelling. There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling. Our intuit we're taught to deny, and our soul we're told is for selling. Get out from under them resist and multiply! Get out from under precipice and see the sky! Get out from under them Resist, unlearn, defy! Get out from under precipice and see the sky!

Morning View

Nice To Know You
Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing newborn nebulaes in bloom
She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you Goodbye, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go
And higher than the heights of what we often think we know Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees
To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you Goodbye, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
So could it be that it has been there all along?

Circles
You saw me lost and treading water
I looked pathetic
I looked as helpless as a stinger without a bee
But underneath my presentation, yea
I knew the walls were coming down
And the stones that fell were aiming away from me
Hey what would it mean to you
To know that it'll come back around again
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything moves in circles
I saw you standing in my headlights (blink, blink, blink)
I thought I'd run you down for the weight you left on me Instead I pushed rewind, reversed and drove away
And seeing you disappear in my rearview
Brought to me the word reciprocity
Hey what would it mean to you
To know that it'll come back around again
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything moves in circles
Round and round we go
Who would've known it'd end so well
We fall on and we fall off
existential carousel

Wish You Were Here
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here
I lay my head into the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it I'm counting UFO's
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here
The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care but my hands are busy in the air

Just A Phase
I am bottled, fizzy water and you are shaking me up
You are a fingernail running down the chalkboard I thought I left in third grade
Now my only consolation is that this could not last forever Even though you're singing and thinking how well you've got it made
Who are you? When will you be through?
Yea it's just a phase...it will be over soon
Yea it's just a phase...yea it's just a....phase
Call it women's intuition, but I think I'm onto something here
Temporaryism has been the black plague and the Jesus of our age
I know I must sound opinionated, maybe biased and quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later they'll be throwing quarters at you on stage
Who are you? When will you be through?
Yea it's just a phase...it will be over soon
Yea it's just a phase...yea it's just a....phase and I'm waiting for it to be over too

11 AM
Seven a.m.
The garbage truck beaps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse, signifying the end
But I missed the best part
Could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride Eleven a.m.
By now you would think that I would be up
But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
Cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in that old fear
Forgive my indecision I am only a man
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride Twelve p.m. and my dusty telephone rings
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be? I hope it's you.
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side. But then again, the day has come and I want off that ride.

Blood on the Ground
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue everytime you come around
Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground
Hand over my heart I swear I've tried everything I could Within all my power two weeks and one hour
I slaved and now I've got nothing to show
Oh if only you'd grow taller than a brick wall
From now on I'm gonna start holding my breath
When you come around and you flex that fake grin
Cause something inside of me has said more than twice
That breathing less air beats breathing you at all
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue everytime you come around
Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground
Hand over my mouth I'm earning the right to my silence
In quiet discerning between ego and timing Good judgement is once again proving to me that it's Still worth it's weight in gold
From now on I'm gonna be so much more wary
When you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil That seeing you is like pulling teeth
And hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue everytime you come around
Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground
High fives to a better judgement
By saying less today I will gain more
Low twos to you my fickle friend
Who brought the art of silent war

Mexico
You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me half way?
You could see me bleeding
And you would not put pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself...you only think about yourself
You better bend before I go
On the next train to Mexico
You could see my breathing
But you still kept your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air
You only think about yourself...you only think about yourself
You better bend before I go
On the next train to Mexico

Warning
Bat your eyes girl
Be otherworldly
Count your blessings
Seduce a stranger
What's so wrong with
Being happy
Kudos to those who See through sickness
When she woke in the morning
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning
Don't ever let life pass you by
I suggest we Learn to love ourselves before it's
Made illegal
When will we learn? When will we change?
Just in time to
See it all fall down
Those left standing...will make millions
Writing books on the way it should have been
When she woke in the morning
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning
Don't ever let life pass you by
Floating in this Cosmic jacuzzi
We are like frogs oblivious
To the water
Starting to boil
No one flinches
We all float face down
When she woke in the morning
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning
Don't ever let life pass you by

Echo
There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear...something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
There's something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
More subtle than something, someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear...something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting

Have You Ever
To get up and walk away would be too easy
So stay and stand your ground, just watch your mouth with me
On the back of every right there's a wrong looming
So here you and I should tread as soft as these razor blades for boots will let be
Have you ever tried to step in my shoes
Have you ever tried to balance on that beam
And if you ever tried to fit in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seemed (Thought) Unabashed honesty would be ideal
But a prophet did once say that honesty is a lonely word
So where do we go from here...abandon ship now
My problem is you make me melt and
I don't want to be frozen anymore
Have you ever tried to step in my shoes
Have you ever tried to balance on that beam
And if you ever tried to fit in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seemed
Have you ever...have you ever tried to
I have never...I have never tried to
Have you ever tried to step in my shoes
Have you ever tried to balance on that beam
And if you ever tried to fit in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seemed

Are You In?
It's so much better
When everyone is in are you in
It's so much better
When everyone is in are you in
Ooooh..............Are you in?
It's so much better
When everyone is in are you in
It's so much easier
When seafoam green is in fashion
Ooooh..............Are you in?
Are you...are you........... Everybody in...........

Under My Umbrella
When I close my eyes
I can see for miles
There's comfort in my dark seat
And chaos in the aisles
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see
When I close my eyes
I remember how to smile
Under my umbrella
I'm an accomplished exile
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the color that Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see
If this is right, I'd rather be wrong
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind

Aqueous Transmission
I'm floating down a river
Oars freed from their holes long ago
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars
And feel my heart overflow
Further down the river
Further down the river
urther down the river
Further down the river
Two weeks without my lover
I'm in this boat alone
Floating down a river named 'emotion'
Will I make it back to shore
Or drift into the unknown
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
I'm building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I am through
Maybe we'll meet again further down the river
And share what we both discovered...
Then revel in the view
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river

Miscellaneous

Crowded Elevator - Scream 3, Make Yourself Import, When Incubus Attacks Vol. I
Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go
Thirteen suited strangers makes the crowded elevator slow And I've got a million words and phrases on the tip of my tongue
For the only non stranger next to me soon she'll know
Know, know.
So let them stare
If I cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how I feel me to spill
Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them
Twelve more floors your eyes and mine all I need to come clean
Or should I wait for the lobby, spare the lies
Some 26 nervous eyes argue by the little red numbers passing by
If I wait one minute longer, I think I will die
Die, die. It isn't fair.
If I cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how I feel me to spill
Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them
If I cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how I feel me to spill
Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them
You help me to feel safe and know
All the while I've been so inquisitive I can't go back cuz now I know how it feels to open up and breathe
I can't go back cuz now I . . .
I can't go back cuz now I . . .
I can't go back cuz now I . . .
If I cry think of what you'll be and how much you will how I feel me to spill
Let all of it out right now as and expose every inch in front of them
Yeah Infront of them
Infront of them Infront of them

Pillow Your Eyes - (Closet Cultivation Demo Tape)
Viewed the scene on a black and white T.V.
Chose your words "hey mom I want to be..."
So, study hard. Your work became your cell.
Don't you dare inhale, or you'll be damned to hell! No! Yes, back and in your prime and things are in a swirl. Solaced with your choice, out pops a baby girl!
Family now complete, and power's in your hands.
You've won the greatest prize, it's time to take a stand. Sphincter freed last on your common throne.
You think the kill weeds chompin' at your noodles flow. There's somethin about the herb, so fast, hypnotize.
A ripened head change that'll pillow your eyes.
Will you be the superman inflicting drastic change?
The power of your name has spanded out a boundless range. Will you meet the needs of a fast paced, awkward, life-span I call "we"?
Our trust is now within you.
So by soul cries let it be.
Pillow your eyes!
Yes, I, praise Jah! Damnation?
Follow me down. Swallow it down.
A little bit of something instigating your frown.
The moon on the town, the blood on your gown.
You're always picturesque.
Stomp the haunted mood in your crown.
I used to think about it then I...
Chose the word indulgence, now I...
Just need some more to stand my own.
Why I live this way? Who knows.
Why I live this way? He knows.
Is this damnation? Or a beginning? I'll take "B".
Is this damnation? Or a beginning? I'll take "B".
Oh oh oh oh oh.
So once again the thought into my.
And visualize the blood as the life.
Is to bend the wheel of my own kind.
I wish you'd see the hope in my eye.
All in all sublime on this side.
Then again you'd have to leave this life... ....behind.
Why I live this way? Who knows.
Why I live this way? He knows.
Is this damnation? Or a beginning? I'll take "B".
Is this damnation? Or a beginning? I'll take "B".

Miss Bliss
I've seen a place not far away.
Where people are individuals.
And every car has a phone.
They'll bend backwards just to hear you say,
"I've got a new 'Rolls' so why can't I take you home?" Enough with their materialism and anal retentive state of mind.
All you need is yourself and a cause so the truth will be all that you will find.
What? Save me! God? Save me!
You dress to impress and intimidate.
All in hopes that you'll catch a glimpse of a star.
Your guard is up and I see right through you.
Those credit cards and your make-up have gone too far! Enough with their materialism and anal retentive state of mind.
All you need is yourself and a cause so the truth will be all that you will find...
Why can't I...dismiss my own vibe?
Please help me....piss miss bliss away!
I look and I...see your fucking face!
Smiles kept by a...hidden will to live!!!!!
You can't see!!!
What your cheap mind game has done for me!

Familiar - (Spawn Soundtrack)
Could there be a familiar ring everytime
I sing about Cycle the tears everything in life no doubt I, I Reiterate to my jaw is off-set,
But I'll say it again anyway,
What you give it what you get!
Look at you now, look at you now, you're put in your place, put in your place oh, all medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face, smacked in the face again!
Smacked in the face again.
So when the door comes swinging back around and the taste of familiar medicine is abound on your breath, breath, breath
Please don't come crawling back to me, cuz you'll know what I'll say brother let your knees bleed PLEASE!
Look at you now, look at you now, you're put in your place, put in your place oh, all medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face, smacked in the face again!
Smacked in your face again Look at you now, look at you now, you're put in your place, put in your place oh, all medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face, smacked in the face again! Oooh Oh

Still Not a Player - Loud Rocks Compilation
Up In the hot tub, poppin bubb-ly spot love,
Punish me But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I (stick it) even Luke be like "Don't stop, get it get it"
I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
Uptown baby, uptown
I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know Big Punisher still down behind
Who's down to crush a lot
Hey yo I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
Elevator to the top hah, see you later,
I'm gone
Penthouse suite,
Penthouse freaks
In house beach, french countesse, ten thou piece
Rent-out lease, with a option to buy
Coppin a five-oh Benz for when I'm not, far up in the sky Puffin the lye, from my Twinzito
Up in the Benzito with my kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PA's and wearin PJ's
Now we reach the peakage, runnin trains for three days
Who wanna ride it won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder of course you still gonna holla
My my, I'm big huh, I rip my ----, through your ----
I'm sick, you couldn't measure my ----,
with six rulers
Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin loot
But I knock that boot, if you out to get
HOOF I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
Uptown baby, uptown
I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and brock still down behind
Who's down to crush tonight
I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and brock still down behind
Who's down to crush tonight
I love from butter pecan to blackberry molass'
I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of the
Long as you show class, and pass my test
Fat, highly intelligent bachlorettes
That's the best, I won't settle for less
I wanna get a brunette, with unforgettable sex
I lay your head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round brown, wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down pro-fessional,
I'ma let you know
Once I quit the blows, get your clothes, cause you got to go
I could go downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
"You nasty brock!"
I don't care
Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns Take time, known to make a chick
Up In the hot tub, poppin bubb-ly
Rubbin your spot love, got you screamin Punish me
But it don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked
When I (stick it) even Luke be like "Don't stop, get it get it" (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But Big Punisher, still got what you're lookin for
Uptown baby, uptown
I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and brock still down behind

Divided - Strait Up Tribute CD
You are divided For now, For now
You are divided For now, For now
You are divided I have a wish,
I want to learn
I wish to see,
and I want to affirm
That what I see in reflection day to day
Isn't all I am
Say what you see
When you close your eyes and glide
The only shell who could Circumvent the tide
Sheds of himself
That tells us what he knows
And a piece of him will stay
When the rest of him Goes
You are divided For now, For now
You are divided
You are divided For now, For now
You are divided
I have a wish,
I want to learn
I wish to see, and I want to affirm
That what is here, broken record everyday
Isn't all there is
Say what you see, when you close your eyes and glide
The only shell, to Circumvent the tide
Shells out himself,
And tells us what he knows
A piece of him will stay
A piece of him to stay, helps me grow
The piece of you
That makes you, you
That part stays
You are divided
The piece of you That makes you, you
That part stays
You are divided Ahhhhh, ahhhh
You're only divided
The piece of you
That makes you, you
That piece stays
You are divided
The piece of you
That makes you, you
Don't be afraid

Smokin The Herb Again - Secret Track on When Incubus Attacks Vol. I
Yo Yo Yo, Yo, Yo Yo What Smoking We're smoking, we're smoking the herb again
We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by Pac-Man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now I'm trying to comprehend
When's the next time that I'll smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is Ted
He's got a problem going through his head
He doesn't know how to puff puff give
But I like so I'll teach him and I'll let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he defies, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says it's ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
ut that's ok, you are my friend, we'll smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out It's nice to smoke, yea that's what we're all about
Smoking
We're smoking, we're smoking the herb again
We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again Hey, Ho, Hey Ho, Hey, Ho, Hey, Ho, Hey, Ho, Hey, Ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking We're smoking, we're smoking the herb again
We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again We're smoking, we're smoking, we're smoking the herb again