Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The sun of my passions
the love lakes of my soul
Clouds my thoughts and you into existence
As I flight on bolts of lighting
Claiming as my concubine 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 Am I happy?
is a mediocre sin set for a middle class existence

I see smiles and smell truth in the distance
one dimensional smiles and laughter
Lies are hereafter tears echo laughter
have to do math to divide a smile

By a tear times fear equals 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 can't think
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 strings of guitar
I Purple Hazed pendulum
Hypnotizing the part of I that never

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

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

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

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

They're it up in the form 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 darkness
In the center of unpeeled we exist uncolored by perception
to the naked eye
Five senses cannot sense the of our existence

And the only fact
In there 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 machine

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

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

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

and bottles and chips
And then sold to the highest nigga
I swing from the tree
Lynched by the lowest of me

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

And let the scriptures be sung in
As words be simple fish in my
And can't swim so I stopped combing my mind
So my thoughts lock

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

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