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Modern Weed
04:20
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I singed my mind on modern weed
In stunning poolside revelry
I singed my mind on modern weed today
Others saw but didn't see
The depth of my celerity
And they may never again
Sweep the ashes from my brain
In the sunshine wondering how long I could stay
Stuck astride in steady breeze
Feel the weight of priority
Ain't no need to feed that flame again
I got so close to fried divine
You'll all have to wonder why
As the edges burn and turn away
No one knows the strain
A mind so modern discreetly rearranged
I drowned my night in speed and wine
Carousel spins on a dime
Drowned my night in speed and wine and I
Hit the sack in the morning when the sun was bright
Shut the shades and blocked out the light
Dreamed my dreams 'till the time got right again
Shade the sun and keep the rain
Bruise the nighttime, the morning, and the day
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Pitter Pat People
06:17
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I wantt to know if you are the real thing
Just on a different frequency of light
I’ve heard about the Pitter Pat People
Living on the edge of night
All of my friends are asking the same thing
Is there a story that has been erased
Legend of the Pitter Pat People
Traveling on the Sun’s rays
Living through the ancient of days
It’s all there
The cosmic storm
Written down
To forward
The stars are out
They keep us warm
And looking at the sky
We don’t really die
We all become what shines in the night
Conquering the noise in our heads
Our heritage has been bled and covered
We will rise into the sky and
Conquer limitations of time and space
Just look at the Sun
It’s the creator’s face
I want to know if we are the real thing
Will we ever be able to keep pace
I want to talk to the Pitter-Pat People
I’d love to join the cosmic race
Keep looking at the sky
We don’t ever die
We all become what shines in the night
Conquering the noise in our heads
Our heritage has been bled and covered
We will rise into the sky and
Conquer limitations of time and space
Just look at the Sun
It’s the creator’s face
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Space Dust
04:10
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Space dust is mostly frozen bacteria
Dreaming of touchdown on alien shores
All those young stars looking for leaders
But only finding broken hearts
It’s the art of being a really good dreamer
I suppose we’re all here for a good reason
Sometimes I don’t know what mine could be
But then I look into your eyes and I see the light
Doubtful philosophers doing time doing crosswords
Dreaming up new novels that only the lonely folk will ever read
It’s like the stairway to Heaven
It’s like a reflection
We are the event horizon
And everyone who ever lived is still so near
I suppose we’re all here for a good reason
Sometimes I don’t know what mine could be
But then I look into your eyes and I see the light
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