Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The sun of my passions
Evaporates the love of my soul
Clouds my thoughts and rains you 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 land of the free
What have I done to this? Am I happy?
Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a class existence

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

By a tear times fear equals truth
I delve 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 like drums, are good

But I can't straight
I lack the span to meditate
My attention galaxies here and now are immense
are secular, moments are mine

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

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

Used to make cars run and kill the
Who me? I play
The scales of dead fish of oil slicked
My sister wind 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 in pyramids

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And let the scriptures be sung in
As words be simple fish in my
And intellect swim so I stopped combing my mind
So my could lock

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

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