Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The fiery sun of my
Evaporates the love lakes of my
Clouds my thoughts and you into existence
As I flight on bolts of lighting
chaos as my concubine and you as my me

I of the you of the sea
We of the land of the free
What I done to deserve this? Am I happy?
Happiness is a sin set for a middle class existence

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

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

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

Self is illusion, music's
Noosed by the of Jimmy's guitar
I Purple Hazed pendulum
Hypnotizing the part of I that never

Look into my eyes are the of the soul
It's fried collies and cornbread
corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil
Its the stolen blood of the

Used to make run and kill the fish
Who me? I play
The of dead fish 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 parties in pyramids

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

They're releasing it up in the of OM
you heard of us
If not you must be trying to hear us
In cases we can't be heard

We remain in the unseen
In the center of bananas we exist uncolored by perception
to the naked eye
Five senses cannot sense the 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 telephone the Son Of Man and him he is done
Leave a message on his machine

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

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

Tiptoing the fine line everything and everything else
I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through
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 swing from the tree
Lynched by the lowest of me

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

And let the scriptures be in gibberish
As words be simple in my soulquarium
And intellect can't swim so I stopped combing my
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 third and even that seems absurd

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