change has comeChange has comeI can see it in yer eyesHow the west was wonWe're gonna riseOur light is still onThank god he has comeFor usMission bellsRing in the dawnWhere we fellNow we're strongOur light is still onThank god he has comeFor usIn this warSo many goneBring them homeWhere they belongOur light is still onThank god he has comeFor usChange has comeI can see it in yer eyesHow the west
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You are a feather in my throatYou are a razor in my eyeYou are a strange hummingbirdWhich has become my third eyeNow you are a pebble in the sunNow you are infinite cloudSomething like the shadow of godWith a muffled and booming voiceSaying the word loveTo my heartWhich you also are
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guess whose curly lips i saw coming thru the entrance?Everything is awarenessThat's all anything isConsciousnessBending over itselfOff every floorJust like the open skyAnd falling moonIn every darkNothing but lightPouring down using a mirror to write backwardsLet'sLet the revolution holdUsLet'sBe freeAnd epicLet's stand for nothingBut the skyRevolving aroundNeed of no needDon't be invested in wha
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I don't know if this helpsButYer not aloneThis lifePlanet beast psycho ageIs a raw bitchFer everyoneAnd I meanEveryoneSoWhatever yer struggleWhatever noose tries to string you upWhatever gun is loaded and pointing at yer templeYer not aloneEveryone walking down the streetHas a time bombTaped to their shoulderEveryoneHas a skeleton fingerTapping their headEveryone has angel wings, which try to get
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disciples of graceWe beFloating on misery chainsStrung out on nights cigarImpaled on the syringeOn top the empire stateYoung ladies and lavender kissesAgain a night outAgain bags of coke and key chainsFull of poison hopeOffered to meJust as I was deciding to beA disciple of graceJust as I was convinced of my beautyJust as I was called uponTo be at the very center of loveI turned it awayBut aga...
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I can hear u in the other room doing vocal exercisesYer voice bouncing up and down the scalesLike an abandoned basketballDribbled by a ghost at nightIn some park shaking with the memory of children's battlesAnd even mans meaningless warsYou sing oblivious to all thatI think you think yer aloneThere is something so pure and simple about youSomething, which is plain and niceSomehow the rot of life h
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House paintEggBeige Grey?Black inkPencilCrayonSilkscreenRollerRed?White!Charcoal dustGesso sprayHorsesFlowersA face in the sandThe color of a wordJumping thru fireTea with yer motherThe newsstandThe nooseA bad poem redeeming itselfA questionA cakeA bike without tiresA trainOld friendsA good bit of adviceFuck everyoneBurn yerselfAnd jump off the edge of the world
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All these old deleted versionsOf myselfScattered through out the cityOld deleted bodiesNot even ghosts But shellsOld bodiesSpiritless and driftingHaving coffee in shops where I left them years agoStuck in old conversationsBelieving old philosophyStill at odds with people I no longer knowSometimes I run into these driftersSometimes they notice me and stare with a crooked confusionBut I keep my head
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