Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The fiery sun of my
Evaporates the lakes of my soul
my thoughts and rains you into existence
As I take on bolts of lighting
Claiming as my concubine and you as my me

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

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

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

But I can't think
I lack the span to meditate
My attention spans here and now are immense
Seconds are secular, are mine

Self is illusion, divine
by the strings of Jimmy's guitar
I swing Hazed pendulum
Hypnotizing the of I that never dies

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

Used to make run and kill the fish
Who me? I scales
The scales of fish of oil slicked seas
My blows wind through the hollows of fallen tress

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

I my tag on the wall
The would echo of the stone
And solidify into the of light bulbs
to light of the heads of future generations

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

We remain in the unseen
In the center of unpeeled we exist uncolored by perception
Clothed to the eye
senses cannot sense the fact of our existence

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

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

T amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks?
'Til I got up by Earthling cops
wanted me for their army or whatever, picture me
I swirl the wind tempting tomorrow to be today

Tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything
I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through
The sole air of air and I, and, and all else follows
Reverberating the space of drum hollows

and bottles and chips
And tomorrow then sold to the highest
I swing from the tree
by the lowest branches of me

Praying my physical will set me free
'Cause I'm afraid all else is vanity
Mere language is
I'd rather hum or my soul tattooed to my tongue

And let the scriptures be in gibberish
As words be simple fish in my
And intellect can't swim so I combing my mind
So my could lock

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

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