my son played this for me thinking i might like it :
in return i played this for him thinking he might like it
and that made me go back to the original :
they were sooooo good
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SLIP INSIDE THIS HOUSE (Tommy Hall - Roky Erickson)
Bedoin in tribes ascending From the egg into the flower Alpha information sending States within the heaven shower From disciples the unending Subtleties of river power They slip inside this house as they pass by,
If your limbs begin dissolving In the water that you tread All surroundings are evolving In the stream that clears your head. Find yourself a caravan Like Noah must have led And Slip inside this house as you pass by.
Slip inside this house as you pass by. True conception knowing why Brings even more than meets the eye Slip inside this house as you pass by
In this dark we call creation We can be and feel and know From an effort - comfort station That's surviving on the go There's infinite survival in The high baptismal glow Slip inside this house as you pass by.
There's no season when you are grown You are always risen from the seeds you have sown There is no reason to rise alone Other stories given have sages of their own
Live where your heart can be given And your life starts to unfold In the forms you envision in this dream that's ages old On the river layer Is the only sayer You receive all you can hold Like you've been told.
Everyday's another dawning Give the morning winds a chance Always catch your thunder yawning Lift your mind into the dance Sweep the shadows from your awning Shrink the four-fold circumstance That lies outside this house Don't pass it by.
Higher worlds that you uncover Light the path you want to roam You compare there and discover You won't need a shell of foam Twice born Gypsies care and keep The nowhere of their former home They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Slip inside this house as they pass by You think you can't you wish you could I know you can I wish you would Slip inside this house as you pass by.
Four and twenty birds of Maya Baked into an Atom you Polarized into existance Magnet heart from red and blue To such extent the realm of dark Within the picture it seems true But slip inside this house and then decide.
All your lightening waits inside you Travel it along your spine Seven stars receive your visit Seven seals remain divine Seven churches filled with spirit Treasure from the angels mine Slip inside this house as you pass by
Slip inside this house as you pass by The space you make has your own laws No longer human Gods are cause The center of this house will never die
There's no season when you are grown You are always risen from the seeds you have sown There is no reason to rise alone Other stories given have sages of their own
Draw from the well of unchanging and its union nourishes on And the right rearranging till the last confusion is gone Water brothers trust in the ultimust Of the always singing song They pass along
One-eyed men aren't really reigning They just march in place until Two-eyed men with mystery training Finally feel the power fill Three-eyed men are not complaining They can yoyo where they WILL They slip inside this house as YOU pass by. Don't pass it by.
Dark, creepy, timeless, and classic. Brilliant social critique disguised as stoner giberish. Can't praise the new mgmt album enough- they remind me more and more of my other fave, Pink Floyd, with each album.
"Mystery Disease"
It can’t pay attention what slips into the system A light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep Don’t sympathize with the mystery disease
All it is is a feeling, pain in a dress too revealing, a lost bond an old friend who likes what it sees You can’t shake off the mystery disease
Lovers in a past life meet in the street close to midnight, a last look sweet like the end of a dream, then fall back into the mystery disease
Go on, tell your symptoms to me It’s not in any of the books you can read It’s no fun to face what you don’t get to be, but what’s one more to the mystery disease?
Floating impatience snuffs my limited sapience Black smoke as soon as the pressure’s released deep space sighs, the Mystery Disease
Consumed by a weakness cut with perpetual unrest You see stars, sunsets blurred through a screen, trap what you want, waste what you need
And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves, emperors of history fall to their knees Small fronds can’t see the wood for the trees, left in the dust of the mystery disease