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ode to my pops
02:36
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ode to my pops(lyrics)
Sitting by his side-he was a fallen leaf. Couldn't pick him up a lifetime is brief. A homage to my pops and what he's achieved. From Korea-to the land of stripes-be at peace. I know your somewhere out there with "wedge" in hand. Swinging for the fences-golf club in sand. Clamato as the mixer with a cold beer can. I know your looking down-as your wing's expand. Explore your horizons-using ultra speed. Your soul is the Millennium Falcon freed. Your were Hulk indeed-and left two grown seeds. I forgive you for the past-your a ghost that's free...
A road that had stopped. An ode to my pops. Walked to the mountain tops to search where you had dropped. Moms looking for you too-you didn't leave many clues. A puzzle piece is missing-and that piece is you. An ode to my pops-i know you can't talk. Walked to the countertop-and flopped down like a mop. Knocked down for the count i tried to lift you up. You were more than enough-oh what a blow to the gut. Where did you go? A homage to my father man i live to grow. I live to grow...
There's scattered pics of you contained in a shoe box. Who knocks on the door of heaven is a true rock. I leaned on-so beam on-to dimensions and beyond. His spirit is the blue calm ocean that is drawn. Looking at the sky and searching for you, but your gone. Remember that we told you,"Its ok to just move on." Cut away like a coupon-he was my mom's best friend. Like this old pen-and it's the end...
My mind bends thinking of the time spent with him. Reflecting on the memories, but that was then. I'm trying to track him down-right now the wind. Blew his soul away-i stayed felt so pinned. My heart balloon-had passed the moon-consuming space unknown. My "father" kite has flown into a place to roam. When your not too busy in the clouds up there. Will you pay your son's a visit-and your wife that cared...
Lying on his back-oh man his eyes were closed. Gave a final kiss to give-his spine turned cold. My mind turned bold-but my heart just sank. Deep beneath the trenches-through this art i thank-you and all you've done i'm proud to have your blood. Running through my veins-inside my lane with love. Where did you go? When the moon beamed low. When the thunder struck down and took my pop's soul. When the room had glowed-and the truth was told. Snuck away to the heavens passing the north pole...
Took mine like a piece of coal-a boat to row. Down the lonesome waters-your face felt like snow. I can't let you go-your final breath had showed. You vanished like a flying crow-your gold was stowed. On top of my piano-your my rock that stands. Upright inside a wooden box-you fought so grand. Life was a river damn-and you broke so free. Free to flow to places where i can't be......
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the pod in which we travel(lyrics)
The pod in which we travel it will all end soon. Departing from illusions-crack the pod and-zoom zoom zoom. Fly away past the moon moon moon. Resume into the cosmos with hermanos-Boom! Reconnecting to the constellation light in you. Suppressed on earth vibrations-and this flights past due. Renewed into a new interlude-ensued. When you last seen blue-baby blast on through...
To heightened auditory states-meet your guide. Your body stays below the river tide-confide in the waters holding secrets as your lies -subside. Upside is a podling in a pod to fly. To dimensions tie dyed-cause i died down there. I'm not so much concerned about the clothes you wear. My consciousness is naked-and afraid to stare. So i'll take that dare-and step into pod...
And hyper-jump continuum-i left this fog-and smog-animate the log you choose to burn. My palo santo sticks to turn-near this urn. I've learned the navigation skill sets-to jet. When the reptiles intercept-a signal threat-i'm kept. In a ship that's shaped like an egg-my weight had left. Escaping like Buck Rogers i feel honored that you wept-and swept another "life cycle" under rugs of time...
You must find "crystalline"-piece of minds. Refined to a spirit ghost in this shell. I'm a Koopa Troopa Mario that broke that spell. The word you spoke that well-i don't believe in hell. Breaking Saturn symbols which i repel. I won't be recycled back in this grid. The pod that i have entered is beyond your lid. Returning back to source-contort like a kid...
The pod in which we travel-that means kingdom come. Nestled in this vessel- out beamed the sun. Rocketed past the reticulum. My curriculum is break that wheel. Refusing cyclic measures for my soul to kneel. As you hold that steel-kill projection reels. I'm a Gobstopper thrown in this "star-filled" field. Prone to be lost-like a stone that's tossed...
Outranging all your telescopes-you own that cross. But the cross meant stop-a swap-for this pod. I'm jetting like The Jetsons in this age of space. Crush your chip self-monitors laid to waste. Throw them in the garbage-carnage leads to hate. An artist that is featured with the means to make-a break. For my egg pod escape on through. Your fate lies in you. So whoop dee do do do do do do...
Let you be you-like R2D2. An admission to a higher tier geared for you. A starship zipped new-terrain-so claim. The end of true beginnings as i'm sitting in my bean. Was this all a test-and what does this life really mean? Jump in your own pod before you exit for a clean getaway-and flip the screen-and your routine to be the beam. Seeking understanding-never landing to be seen. I want to be serene-like a tree thats evergreen . Allergic to the day-the pod is anti-histamine. Plus i want you to be free...
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goodbye balloon
02:19
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goodbye balloon(lyrics)
(chorus) my balloon-let it fly up to the moon-yeah
It was in the room-two months past June. Floating in the open i was in the womb. Filled with hot air-as the seasons loomed. My balloon that disappeared too soon at noon. Walking by my side during the monsoons. Immune to conditions feeling a sad tune. My balloon had bloomed-over sand dunes slow. Up above the earth i had to just let go. My heirloom blowed until the winds went cold. Knowing that his soul was too old to show-and glow like it did at one time-divine. Gather up the children for a pantomime. For balloon inclined to reach the stars. Not the ones you see upon the boulevard. But the ones you see in constellation sets. That balloon of mine i won't forget...
(chorus) my balloon-let it fly up to the moon-yeah
Shaped like a spoon-not to be exhumed. Assumed that it knew about the air-it flew. And it was there with me i had a cap and gown. Now i see it drifting farther looking down. With a frown-like clown-it's renown to them. Bound to leave this carnival-the mound ascends-and extends to the reaches of a new terrain. I must of seen it "waving" with a string it gave-me a sense of assurance of the bond we made. My balloon is now a marble longed to just fade. Played out it's cycle man i wish it stayed. Lifted far away-outweighed-and gone astray. My balloon is a cocoon that's free to go out there. Passing up the moon-don't know exactly where: it decides to go. So i will row. To catch the final glimpse of my balloon that knows this road...
(chorus) my balloon-let it fly up to the moon-yeah
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lonely troll
02:37
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lonely troll(lyrics)
Why does this lonely troll-have to go and type his life away? Hey hey hey hey now. My name is Little Ray i got something to say-about these lonely trolls-that can't let go now. My robot named Beep..
(chorus)troll oh-a lonely troll oh-oh there's a troll oh....a lonely troll-oh
A lonely troll in the basement low-with a cup of joe-picking his big toe. Glued onto the screen with a mouse he scrolls. Here to tell the world how much he knows. Flamin' hot Cheetos on his clothes-it shows. Stirring up the pot-that pot is gold. To a troll near a knoll-where does the wind blow? On a message board (oh) there he goes. Some time ago when my cut was a bowl. You never saw a troll to overthrow. Cause the spider had no web-a "word" to bestow. Typing in their chateau's- hot like coal. With their turbo fingers in the rage they chose. Reap what you sow-but they hardly showed. A photo-but a screen name that had glowed. A troll that likes to hide in his deep hole...
(chorus)Where does one go to take control-never letting go of the world that owes a troll oh .A lonely troll oh?(2x's)
A lonely troll with a tantrum throw. Hitting on the keys-like he's Nat King Cole. Not a friend-but a foe on a "gossip row." In a message board for some discord-go. Go Speed Racer go-go-go. To the monitor slow-you can honor the code. Of an incel panting-landing grass to mow. Tower over cowards-your right below. An internet troll that is too shallow. They're the young and the old-between the north and south poles. Burning you where aloe can't heal your souls. Meet me at the corner-that was years ago. It appears that your fears are here-but they've dove. Deep into the net to take a stroll. He's The Hunchback of Norte Dame-with words that drove. Put up a force field-the power of Magneto...
(chorus)repeat...
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dagon "the fish god"
02:56
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dagon "the fish god"(lyrics)
There's something that is lurking from the depths of the sea. The bubbles which will rise-from the one that could breathe. Worshipped for the centuries-can he hold the key? Down inside the oceanic waters-beneath. The "deep ones"-will keep one deity to praise. Dagon is the god of the fish as they pray. With the face like the creature from the blue lagoon to slay. His servants are the mermaids-swimming in the shade.Caressing on his fish scales-rougher than some suede. Way down to the bottom of "abyss" where he lay. It's Dagon-the fish god-exists on...exists on...
(chorus) It's Dagon-exists on-the water he sips on. He lives on the blood of the slaughter-he rips on-the flesh of the sons and the daughters-you slept on. It's Dagon-the fish god-you wished on-you wished on...
The pope wears a tiara crowned-shaped like a fish. Donating all your earnings to the church-make a wish. Here's my fist punching through the scaly head that you missed. Where is Aqua Man to fight Dagon as he swish? Swims-pissed-with a grit of a million submarines. The sharks inside the oceans are no where to be seen. Hiding from the ancient Canaanite between. Dimensions-he's suspended to the lowest mezzanine...
In aquatic-nodded-leaned from the blood of a scuba diver. Rotting in the clean blue-as he sees you. Wounded like Atlantic Cod-he's got a rod staff. With engravings of a pine cone-your on the wrong path. Feel the aftermath of splash-you don't need a "sea pass". Arm longer than extensions from the neck of a giraffe. It's Dagon...
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An oval that is crossed at the ends like an X. Is the symbol you have seen in the back of her Lex. Dagon is what you rep-bet. You've fallen many steps-set. To bring forth the wreckage-a percentage only knows. You've opened up the locker of the true Davy Jones. Oceanus has awoke-to his blue navy home. With a stone thrown deep-many miles right below. Listen closely for an echo from Dagon-near the cove. Many men have dove. Ended up on a death row. Their decapitated heads-rising up just to float. You can search "the cradle of the deep" in your boat. I'll stay on land to gloat-you better cover up your throat...
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look to the stars
02:22
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look to the stars(lyrics)
Remember when you entered not knowing you? The sender of a letter blocked to the truth. Had better-pay you debtor-of a "karmic ruse". A lender of a weathered life-put on mute. A pretender of "the ender" thinking that we know. A defender of beliefs that leave the globe. Mediate on constellations-find your ways that guide. Break away from invasions-cause your faith's inside. The symbols like to hide on the buildings outside. Take a ride to recycled chambers covered out wide...
(chorus) For the stars that guide you. Play your part to find you...
Discover as you hover-up above the stars. Leaving "mother earth" the love you found so far. Is contained in a sprinkle-and a twinkle in you. Your skin must wrinkle-as your soul shines new. Sailors navigated to the stars-through scopes. The "Big Dipper" had approached-in their boats with hope. Tailing with their sailing-training lands behind. For a brand new chapter-aim to stand aligned. With a purpose-off the surface-find who you are. Stare into the sky-and look so so far...
(chorus) For the stars that guide you. Play your part to find you...
Dip and make a wish-to lift your soul so grand. On a "cosmic caravan"-expand your plan-you can. Through interstellar sections in the stretch to brand. Way up above-they hover in a strand. Communicating messages to supervise. So open up your third eye-and utilize. All the hidden gifts-inside the lines combine. With dots reminding images to shine designs. Upon your heads-as you sleep in bed. The mythology of "greek ones" are soon to spread. Formations of immortals-like a fish, or goat. Precede right past the clouds-and then you will get woke...
The cancer crab walks the sand-and Delphines will swim. Aries is the ram that saves the children that grin. Like the Gemini twins-i bet if i spin. I could see Aquila-the swift eagle that skims. The top of astrodome-to hone into a fish. Pisces lives inside Aquarius's water dish. Feel the fist of Hercules-in the breeze is a god. Place your bets with Libra-cause she weighs out all the odds. In the fog is a virgin-Virgo-looking for a gift. Be aware of the dragon-you can see his body lift. Shot down from the arrow of Sagittarius......
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