Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The fiery sun of my
the love lakes of my soul
Clouds my and rains you into existence
As I flight on bolts of lighting
Claiming chaos as my and you as my me

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

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

By a tear times equals mere truth
I simply delve in the air and if the case
All I have to breath and all else follow
why drums are hollow, and I like drums, drums are good

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

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

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

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

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

I left my tag on the
The beats would echo of the
And solidify into the form of bulbs
to light of the heads of future generations

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

We remain in the darkness
In the of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception
Clothed to the eye
Five cannot sense the fact of our existence

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

Telling him are none
God and I are one
Times moon star times sun
The is me, you remember me

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

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

Package and and chips
And tomorrow then sold to the highest
I swing from the tallest
Lynched by the branches of me

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

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

I'm of trying to understand
Perceptions are matted and knotted anyway
is more than what meets the eye and I
So elevate I to the third and even that shit absurd

And your thoughts leave you third
No man is an island but I often alone
So I find peace OM