[adventures in dementia] musica

the rabbit hole has become tea with dream queens, plus elemental alchemy , plate techtonic harmonics and all we could do have all been remixed and remastered. check it out.


lyrics to tea with dream queens:
i take tea with dream queens, speak of things we've seen, find a reason for feeling my beings a broken down playground for angels and daemons. neither succeeding but if either falters see resolve dissolve like salt into water as vicious fish feed on wishes missed in a land of stained glass mansions ripped to bits by bricks. i sit in the ruin of beauty, shackled to the smoke stacks that take the place of fruit trees whose loose leaves freed by smooth breeze screamed colors in the end, no sound but wind as they'd blanket the ground, now cement foundation in the midst of a wasteland. lets face it, i'm the sun of a country that rapes sacred ancients run on hungry tummies and the pouring of pavement. escaped basic enslavement to make this statement: all i'm asking is to live in a fashion where people are capable of conjuring some sort of compassion. shatter established savage learned patterns of past, burn frigid bridges map paths in the ash. smash the hour glass open, fashion castles in the sand, sing the songs we sang before the dawn of man. in the past on the grassland masked dance reenacts stories and myths that are actually fact. back before division eclipsed intuitions wisdom we lived within elliptical rhythms. a fission splintered existence into factions now prisons replace simple interactions. a graceless fall from graceful relations, i meditate and wait for the day when we awaken forsaken imagination, make grapes from raisins create substance where space had been. stay patient with limitations make them useful, two sides to every sword: the ugly and the beautiful. to be truthful i house both good and evil, forever together, i exist as all people. full spectrum collection, like light reflect in prism, splits infinity, many i's as insect vision. hell is repetition, the only sin is coercion heavens the condition of two bodies merging, the virgin and the slut, secular and sacred, molecular awakening in bodies lying naked. everything the same, it all became plain, men as straw dogs, women, paper cranes. in the hour of now, watch a new dawn rise, there beauty in the view even thru polluted skies. purify the poison, heal and live again, give something real, feel and befriend, sip from loves cup, sup on earth's pleasures fuel all your fires and fly with your feathers. endeavor for heaven for over-extendence bests resting forever then clutching at remnants. when its cold and dark and hearts start to harden, stay out of stasis and grow like a garden. fear has no basis, theres no need to cower. leave needless weeds, reseed them with flowers. in after hour shadows scour city back roads jack tractors and backhoes smash the grid with an axe so grass grows through the cracks. wear squares back down to round shapes as before the human race replaced the way of apes. face the past and the future but reside in the present, stay wide eyed to life, savor every second. as summer sun becomes wind and rain through the storm we're reborn, laugh to mask pain and grow from the strain, so it goes from birth, turn cruelty into beauty help to heal the hurt. walk upon this earth, but we're only human beings so i take tea with dream queens, speak of things we've seen.

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Posted By evinoa to adventures in dementia at 11/01/2007 12:07:00 PM