Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The fiery sun of my
Evaporates the love of my soul
Clouds my thoughts and rains you existence
As I take flight on of lighting
Claiming as my concubine and you as my me

I of the you of the sea
We of the moon of the free
What have I done to this? Am I happy?
Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle existence

I see smiles and smell truth in the distance
Beyond one smiles and laughter
Lies are hereafter where echo laughter
You'd have to do to divide a smile

By a tear times fear mere truth
I simply delve in the air and if that's the
All I have to and all else will follow
That's why drums are hollow, and I like drums, are good

But I think straight
I lack the attention to meditate
My attention galaxies here and now are immense
Seconds are secular, moments are

is illusion, music's divine
Noosed by the strings of guitar
I Purple Hazed pendulum
Hypnotizing the part of I never dies

into my eyes are the windows of the soul
It's fried chicken collies and
It's corn milk flour sour cream and oil
Its the stolen of the earth

Used to make cars run and kill the
Who me? I play
The scales of dead of oil slicked seas
My sister blows wind the hollows of fallen tress

And we are the echoes of eternity, echoes of
Echoes of eternity you heard of us
We do rebirths, revokes and
We threw basement in pyramids

I left my tag on the
The would echo of the stone
And into the form of light bulbs
Destined to light of the of future generations

They're it up in the form of OM
Maybe you of us
If not then you must be to hear us
In such cases we can't be

We remain in the darkness
In the center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by
Clothed to the eye
Five senses sense the fact of our existence

And that's the fact
In fact there are no facts, fax me a and I'll telegram
I'll hologram, I'll the Son Of Man and tell him he is done
Leave a on his answering machine

Telling him there are
God and I are one
Times moon star times sun
The is me, you remember me

T slung amethyst rocks on Saturn
I got caught up by Earthling cops
They me for their army or whatever, picture me
I swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be

Tiptoing the fine line between everything and else
I am simply swirling sevenths through sooth
The sole living air of air and I, and, and all else
Reverberating the space inside of drum

and bottles and chips
And tomorrow then to the highest nigga
I from the tallest tree
Lynched by the lowest of me

Praying that my will set me free
I'm afraid that all else is vanity
Mere is profanity
I'd rather hum or have my tattooed to my tongue

And let the scriptures be sung in
As words be fish in my soulquarium
And intellect can't swim so I stopped my mind
So my could lock

I'm tired of to understand
Perceptions are mangled matted and knotted
Life is than what meets the eye and I
So I to the third and even that shit seems absurd

And thoughts leave you third isolated
No man is an island but I feel alone
So I find through OM