Immunity, long overdue Contagion, I exhale you Naive, I opened up to you Venom and mania Now, contagion, I exhale you
The deceiver says, he says You belong to me You don't wanna breathe the light of the others Fear the light, fear the breath Fear the others for eternity But I hear them now, inhale the clarity Hear the venom, the venom in What you say inoculated Bless this immunity Bless this immunity Bless this immunity
Exhale, expel Recast my tale Weave my allegorical elegy
Enumerate all that I'm to do Calculating steps away from you My own mitosis Growing through division from mania
Exhale, expel Recast my tale Weave my allegorical elegy
Forfeit all control You poison, you spectacle Exorcise the spectacle Exorcise the malady Exorcise the disparate Poison for eternity Purge me and evacuate The venom and the fear that binds me
Your veil now, lift away I see you runnin' Deceiver chased away A long time comin'
We are spirit bound to this flesh We go round one foot nailed down But bound to reach out and beyond this flesh Become Pneuma
We are will and wonder Bound to recall, remember We are born of one breath, one word We are all one spark, sun becoming Child, wake up Child, release the light Wake up now Child, wake up Child, release the light Wake up now, child (Spirit) (Spirit) (Spirit) (Spirit) Bound to this flesh This guise, this mask This dream
Wake up remember We are born of one breath, one word
We are all one spark, sun becoming Pneuma Reach out and beyond Wake up remember We are born of one breath, one word We are all one spark, eyes full of wonder
Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see Armageddon soon. Certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this bullshit three-ring circus sideshow of freaks.
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay.
Fret for your figure And fret for your latte And fret for your lawsuit And fret for your hairpiece And fret for your Prozac And fret for your pilot And fret for your contract And fret for your car.
It's a bullshit three-ring circus sideshow of freaks.
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dip shits.
And some say the end is near. Some say we'll see Armageddon soon. Certainly hope we will I sure could use a vacation from this stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit.
One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim.
'Cause mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' 'round to put it back the way it ought to be.
Learn to swim. [repeat]
Fuck L Ron Hubbard And fuck all his clones. Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim. [repeat]
Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies And fuck your short memory.
Learn to swim. [repeat]
Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim. [repeat]
'Cause I'm praying for rain I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away. I wanna see it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. And I can't imagine why you wouldn't welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it come down. Bring it down Suck it down. Flush it down.
A decade ago I created a script to find new music on niche music sites, cross reference Spotify to see if it was available to stream, and then promptly forgot about the script.
42,000+ albums later I've put together a website/webapp to explore the still growing archive of music.