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Psychic Mechanic
04:29
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Psychic Mechanic
Again we arrive in the same place
We got some rest, but we feel beat down
We followed the signs, but what does this say?
Get with the zeitgeist of zombie life
Sorry to disappoint, but I can’t stomach
People blaming others for their own shortcomings
Suck it up, ask for help, baby maybe you’ll embrace your fate
Black and white do not work in this jungle of misguided faith
Too many culprits to identify
Chemical imbalance or trauma in a child
Booby missed, penis kissed, take a walk on the calming side
We’re all the same bumping fists
While the cool kids cry and light up the statues in the shrine who
Miss this lifetime
Rivers of fire burn all night long
Outside the doorway hear their song
What would it feel like to be them?
For love’s sake it’s not a race
We are wasting light
Listen closely, listen to their cries
Who can we rely on?
Is the tribe still safe?
When the earth has turned to dust
We turn and fly away
From planet to planet, city to city
We’re ready to touch down and trash your world
We colonize, divide and conquer, it’s fucked
Push right passed and go now
There’s no one left around to see, hear, listen
Chorus
How many people did I disappoint
By mentioning something called reality
A psychic mechanic, puzzle enigmatic
Someone who builds what they want to see
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2. |
Was That Love
03:50
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Was That Love
Was that love? That wasn’t love
Is this love? Yes, this is love
And the proof is in the pudding
Take a bite, right? It’s nice
Long ago when we both didn’t know
That the other had existed
And the feeling just didn’t sit right
I couldn’t bear to be told what to do
You couldn’t bear to face the grizzliest truth
Gypsy moth caterpillar outbreak in the year 1981
Bicycle motocross squishing guts in the sun
I know humankind isn’t a kind oxymoron
But life is good and death is post return to sender
The ghost collecting your letters
I love pee inside the tub
I love dance inside the club
Playing in the mud and thinking
Skeletons are alright
It’s the ego in the land of the eagle
It’s the greed, it’s the credo
It’s a train that’s gone run off it’s tracks
New age playground fell asleep at the roots
Homosapien who invented the blues
Why won’t the law permit you to collect your
full bod injury claim
When the wind falls
Uncle Sam sucks up what he gave
Public assistance helping us out when there’s a drought
But when the driver fails to yield the right of way
Hey, you know who’s gonna have to pay
Me, love to fall, could be weak, could be brave y’all
I go to great lengths to forget the past tense
Avoiding the humdrum, maybe I’m the dumdum
Hit it, you dirty old wasp you did it
The driver staring down at the phone
He didn’t see your fucking lights blinking
Hematoma, karma sign cutting my third eye
Someone lit the torch, handed it to me
Shadows on the soul that are projecting onto you
Projecting on to me, projecting onto you the image
Why pass on love? Brief portal divine
Time travel in bed, otherwise dead
Too many hassles, head to the rainbow castle
It’s not unreal, it’s how I feel
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Just a Hungry Snail
02:09
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Just a Hungry Snail
We are here to help waste your time
Why the sour puss? Why the dreams of nooses?
Look inside and blow your mind
Drink from half empty grail
Shallow or deep it’s too rough to sail
Welcome to my world
I’m a little skippy bippy bop boo
Who are you?
All the world over shadow on shoulder
Tiny breezes carry sneezes downtown now
Pheromone factory glow
Stuck in a cycle of rebirth
I burp up and I burp down
And I burp all around the clown
In surrounding him with my mist
I look into his bony fist is clutching a flower
That looks like me and smells like me
But is not me
Just a hungry snail
To the flower we will be kind
With the flower we will play nice
We will all play nice
Regrets, they are all my cuddly little pets
I love my time I spent with you
Squirting love and fragrant body odor
While my heart is growing older
We project on karmic curtains
Eaten by the snails for certain
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4. |
Back Online
03:10
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Back Online
Lonely agent of the night
I’ve got your ass in sight
Funny how I follow you
Let’s escape tonight
While we’re scaling up the wall
Major fumble, tumble
Everything is just a little precarious (scary us)
It’s not up for critique, it’s closed circuit
Study time back online
Cosmic dare
There’s nothing to be scared of this time
If it’s a glass house for ghosts
It won’t make any difference, no, not at all
First place goes to shiny and new (bling)
Obsequious sequence
Suffers sniffing glue behind
All the ghosts that hide
Loud city spoils daddy’s soul stream focus
Now I can’t remember all their names
Hocus pocus now
How will they recount my life story
Study time back online
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5. |
Silent Star
03:12
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Silent Star
Cut class in a shitty mood
and I didn’t bother to get a note
Walked past Mrs. Pelican’s class
where they’re going to dissect a goat
I agree things are totally fucked
But I don’t think it’s the Rapture
Smoke a cigarette take a shit
Figure out what to do after
Hot tramp heading to Vegas
Hot Gramp pushing the rope
I always sucked as a choir boy
Never could hit the middle note, dig it
Time you think that can heal me
Well I will be surprised if you do succeed
I have friends who say they’re happy
I know men with loose underwear
I smell all their tribal tricks
There’s no peace inside there
The shining chain has taught us how to fly
Unlock the qi block, turn me sideways
When you’re thinking the love will die
Looking back at the recent proof
Well there’s something up in the sky
The silent star is beaming down on you too
No good to say then don’t say go away
The blood to live for the joy of the breakdown
I don’t really want to share myself
I’m afraid I’ll get thrown under the bus
It’s time to go back hide inside my shell
I’m afraid that you have lost my trust
Everytime that I think of you
It makes my freaky heart beat faster
But I don’t really want to hang out
I’m sick and tired of this endless disaster
It’s true, I still love you
It’s true, we are through
By you’re still here right beside me
Like a phantom I once knew
Chorus
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Kind Sucker (Doodle Book)
Some of the time I know I’m a find
Others of the time it’s hard to be kind
To myself, my mental health
We think you’re top shelf
A sensitive, kind sucker
What doesn’t kill you
Makes you jealous, angry or depressed
It takes two to tango yeah
But maybe we both need a rest
A love at first sight can be a bad sign
The astrologer said:
You’re a sensual life suck now
Life sucks
Now is the time to dream of Spring
As you sleep with him
Is it not a sin to want to throw
Your doodle book away?
That poodle makes me gay
Life sucks
Some of the time I know I’m a find
Others of the time it’s hard to be kind
Some of the days I’m feeling real gay
Others of the days I’m too dark to say
To myself, my mental help
We think you’re top shelf
A sensitive, kind sucker
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7. |
Look Back
03:20
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Look Back
I set the alarm and take the tincture under the tongue
It’s not a problem that you’re long gone
It’s not a problem because I’m strong
Like a fucking bear naked baby
On the pavement, weeping for it’s mother
Mummy, hold me
What do I do?
Just be direct, just be upfront
Just be yourself and say what you want
I want the power to be strong
I want the love to last very long
I can react, I can expect
I cannot grasp why I’m drawn to the mess
The path has trenches deeper than us
I know what I have got to do
Fill it up, fill your face with all the stuff
Fill up the space, fill up the time
Fill up your face, fill up the mind
What did I do?
Travel makes the sleeping heart leap
Travel makes the meek man do
I don’t know how, I don’t know who
I don’t know where, I don’t know when
I don’t know why, what do I do?
Just be direct, just be upfront
Just be yourself and say what you want
I want the power to be strong
I want the love to last very long
I can react, I can expect
I cannot grasp why I’m drawn to the mess
The path has trenches deeper than us
I know what I have got to do
Just fill your face, just fill your mind
Just fill it up and waste all your time
Look at your phone and check the score
What’s your password?
To be lost evermore
Suck on your vape, lick your earbud
Lie on the couch passive income
Actively searching to distract
The tendency to always look back
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8. |
Dracula Reality
04:13
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Dracula Reality
1983 and I’m afraid of me, my Grampa painted me
Dracula for Halloween, but he’s too artsy
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes
Who is staring back at me?
Dracula reality
Under a cape I can’t escape PTSD
The feeling when he looked at me
I can’t go to school, I’m feeling paralyzed
This special, private ghoul
Sees the stake in other cool
They are not like me
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes
Who is staring back at me?
I’m facing my mortality
I ran outside in the sunlight
Safe in my fear of shining bright I disappear
Just like him, disappear
A turtle and its shell, a bowl of soup of Hell
A new language that reminds you of tender pain oh well
The engineer who built and drove the first train off the ledge
So gorgeous are the failures of fantasy’s midlife wedge
Foreign movie mayhem passion actually means suffering
Retail therapy distracting you from facing the real thing
A hole the size of Texas growing in your lonesome heart
The lowest of the low bottom feeders swim in the dark
A holy body manima verklempt from the last scene
A shockwave hot wire shot opening a spiral sleeve
Same old problems sprouting up
Things don’t work, you shout fuck
Things go well and you hold on tightly
If only you could let go lightly
You could see your dreams become reality
As the years go by I know exactly why
My Grampa was so sad
As I cried the make-up ran
He was too artsy
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes
Who is staring back at me?
I’m facing my mortality
I ran outside in the sunlight
Safe in my fear of shining bright I disappear
Just like him, disappear
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9. |
Struggle Snuggle
03:34
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Struggle Snuggle
This is not some misunderstanding
We must beware of pop psychology
Get out of my backyard just take my hand
You hear the rip under your ass
The flag is stuck always half-mast
I sob and pray for love
What do you do?
This is so far amazing
You can make, we’ll just burn off
We’ll get naked and face it
We can take it, take it all on
I feel so qualitative
When we struggle, then we snuggle
This is so far amazing
Will we change it? Make it awful
Here is a toast to our love
But I shouldn’t drink, no
This night would go to hell, yes
I would slurp it up
And I would never stop it
I can’t stop it
That was in another life
Open my heart and what do you do
Take a hot one and send me sailing
Into some uncharted nightmare
Cold abyss
My fears are quick, yes, very smart
They left me here backed in my shart
The beard is burning white
What do you say?
This is so far amazing
We can make, we’ll just burn off
We’ll get naked and face it
We can take it, take it all on
I feel so qualitative
When we struggle, then we snuggle
This is so far amazing
We can change it, make it awful
This is so far amazing
We can make it
We’ll get naked and face it
We can struggle, we can snuggle
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10. |
World of Wonder
03:09
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World of Wonder
Cry
I amazed by the world around me
I can see pieces in your eye
In my arms you are in your undies
We can be what we like
I could try to ignore the signs
Would you know what to do?
I might never get out of the country
So we won’t have to fly
It’s so nice in the world of wonder
Little spice from the time before
This is one for the many lonely
It can be what you like
I forgot to say it last night
Bonne nuit baby
Just say the word before you die
And after that the cool reply
I am right here son, hold me closer
Your strong embrace will calm me down
Your aftershave will grace this town
I get lost in a world of wonder
I’m convinced it is still benign
See his arms they are still around me
I’m the son who’s inside
I will go when the moment’s right
Would you know what to do?
I was never allowed in your country
So I won’t have to fly
I could try to ignore the signs
Would you know what to do?
I will never get out of the country
So we might have to cry
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Ryan Power Queens, New York
It seems that Ryan Power is a highly sensitive, mid-life, jazz-influenced songwriter living in Queens, NY.
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