Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The fiery sun of my
Evaporates the lakes of my soul
Clouds my thoughts and you into existence
As I take on bolts of lighting
chaos 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 to deserve this? Am I happy?
Happiness is a sin set for a middle class existence

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

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 will
That's why drums are hollow, and I like drums, are good

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

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

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

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

And we are the echoes of eternity, of eternity
Echoes of eternity maybe you 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 the form of light bulbs
to light of the heads of future generations

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

We in the darkness unseen
In the center of unpeeled bananas we uncolored by perception
Clothed to the eye
Five senses cannot sense the of our existence

And that's the fact
In fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and I'll
I'll hologram, telephone 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 times star times sun
The factor is me, you me

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

Tiptoing the fine between everything and everything else
I am Saturn swirling sevenths through sooth
The living air of air and I, and, and all else follows
Reverberating the inside of drum hollows

Package and bottles and
And tomorrow then sold to the nigga
I from the tallest tree
by the lowest branches of me

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

And let the be sung in gibberish
As be simple fish in my soulquarium
And intellect swim so I stopped combing my mind
So my thoughts lock

I'm tired of trying to
Perceptions are mangled matted and anyway
Life is more than what the eye and I
So elevate I to the third and even that seems absurd

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