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 flight on bolts of
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 this? Am I happy?
Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a class existence

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

By a tear times fear mere truth
I delve in the air and if that's the case
All I to breath and all else will 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
Seconds are secular, moments are

Self is illusion, divine
Noosed by the of Jimmy's guitar
I swing Hazed pendulum
Hypnotizing the part of I that dies

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

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

And we are the echoes of eternity, echoes of
Echoes of maybe you heard of us
We do rebirths, revokes and
We basement parties in pyramids

I left my tag on the
The beats would of the stone
And solidify the form 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 be trying to hear us
In such cases we can't be

We in the darkness unseen
In the center of unpeeled bananas we exist by perception
to the naked eye
Five senses cannot sense the fact of our

And the only fact
In there are no facts, fax me a fact and I'll 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 moon times times sun
The factor is me, you me

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

the fine line between 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 inside of drum hollows

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

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

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

I'm tired of trying to
Perceptions are mangled matted and knotted
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 find peace OM