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Climax Landers
03:28
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Climax landers
Two guitars, bass and drums
You climax landing
Sun of a gun
Woke up in the sky
Nothing was named
Mountainous terrain
Airship planes
With the Climax Landers
Spittin’ bars, playin’ drums
You tampax chewing lucid bum
Frozen in a tie
Crookedly framed
Fountains spewing high
Sing in the rain
with the climax landers
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2. |
Obstacles
02:04
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Orphan poets’ cyber sun
Break the landscape on the run
Running around over a lampshade admiring obstacles you run around
No connection to the ground
Oh what a life here maniacal frenzy helps to cheat your sound
the imposters clothes were found
running around scattered like ashes and riding a broken wave of loving sound
Trumpet silences the sound
Summer sun
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3. |
Big Cross for Mary Ellen
02:38
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Big Cross for Mary Ellen’s on display
Like summer in the future now is made
Human evolution made her gay
Eternal revolution made her day
As some would say,
love’s coming around
The difference is negated army bound
The room where Mary Ellen Crossed her braids
Clever thick reporter’s on the way
To question up distorted truth of faith
Up against reality of play
As some would say
love’s coming around…
The room where Mary Ellen’s on display
Broken institution’s mess was weighed
Invisible solution’s minds were paid
Like living in a movie Myth was made
As some would say, it’s her “philoso-phone”
And some would say she just lost her phone
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4. |
Up on a Hillside
02:48
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Up on a hillside retreated view
Nobody knows just what to do
You get the salary, for rockin’ hard
Rockin’ hard just for you
Nobody knows the other’s truth
Sitting in their house of blue
With an identity, you love her hard
Love her hard just for you
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Prophecies
02:28
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When I wake up
Ask you what you know
Then we go for a show
Tell you I’m fine
Roll past the rhyme
Beat it in a hand
Then smoke the man
Take it out to trash
Then build up the cash
Take you on a bike
Then fly a kite
Take you in the grass
Then plant the mass
Build up on the dead
Take it in the bed
Dream it on the vine
Tell you it’s fine
Watch a big tree grow
Ask you what you know
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6. |
Pray for All Muslims
04:22
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subway
Cool hat & funny shirt
Book might as well be hieroglyphics to me
Pray for all Muslims you backwater idiot!
On your way to mass murder kamikaze, or as cogs in a systematic profit driven death wheel your real eyes realize that the No God but God must have made that guy over there, and that lady too (and whoever else for that matter,) I mean if there really is ONLY ONE...
The next Dali Lama is a black girl from Detroit
Pray for all Muslims you insolent honkey!
Me & my unconsciously crypto-fascist exercise in so called creative modern emotional bond rituals hiding behind alcohol in a dark corner from the meaninglessness of the spectacle’s mirror, denouncing the One genderless stateless, cultureless, raceless God before she even finds you.
Stop drinking before you puke, you can still save some of the nutrients your dinner gave you back a million moons ago.
Pray for ALL Muslims (you hipster capitalist!)
Imagine the War being over when you wanted it. Come together right now over the concept by which we measure our pain. Real is Love.
Finally! A logical-positive role for theology in Nuclear disarmament. THE CONCEPT.
How could monotheism cannibalize it’s self so, if it wasn’t secretly pagan, if it didn’t secretly not believe?
There is only one God or None at all!
(You selfish sectarian!)
PRAY FOR ALL MUSLIMS! (You Neoliberal Nihilist!)
Star Wars isn’t a religion! Religion isn’t even a religion!
PRAY FOR ALL WOMEN
HUMANS!
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7. |
Came to Splatter
01:55
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Came to splatter but don’t pretend we’re not out here for Islam
Graces shatter and faces bend, stich together a folk song
Stripped the meaning from the word through the eyes of a grey bird
Situated in the air could you make your self care
About the movies about the shows about the babies about the crows about the eyes about deceits about the melody of the meek
Yea we’re all out here for God as I reload my spitwad
All encompassing not fair you realize everywhere
About the movies about the shows about the babies about the crows about the lies about the cheats about the melody of the week
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8. |
Flip Out First
01:34
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I am gonna flip out first tonight
Something snapped my rubber band alright
This clam chowder tastes like it could just be overrated
Laughs of frightened privilege dressed in white
Identity person hold me close, rough me up when I talk the most
Someone starves away in foreign sight
Someone’s beaten just cuz It feels right
Language is all rigged when there is money there to lure you, sell out war in spectacles of blight
Identity person it’s you and me who is talking what are we
Repression dies a thousand deaths tonight
Lead me with a hand of strange delight
Lovers bomb a warehouse full of condoms and bananas
Setting sun of logic leaves your sight
Meaning sinks inside you like the night
Setting sun of logic leaves your sight
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9. |
Free Thought
03:38
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Free thought free thought for sale free thought one night only
free thought free thought on rails free thought and it flies wherever
Free Thought free thought in jail, Free thought imagine that
free dumb thought on free dumb sale but don’t be cleaver pay up now
running around like an answer in your head moving the sound till eternity is dead
freedom thought wants to flee the terror dread out to the field of no concept or instead
Free Thought free thought for sale
Free thought Why’d you take it?
Free thought flies through the jail caused different movement
Free thought On sky blue whales, freedom thought it’s imagination
True freedom thought is not for sale, like perpetual moment setting sail
Wiring ground for the light bulb in your head
First was profound but believing made him dead
Couldn’t be saved with a séance heart beat red
Freedom thought wants an answer now instead
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10. |
What Can I Say?
03:18
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What Can I say you wouldn’t understand me anyway
What can I do I’ll just make pretend that nothing’s true
And wallow in it all
Till it comes back and hits me like a bowling ball
What Can I say? You ask me to explain myself away
What can I do You wanna believe you can write the truth
Like you could own the words
In your grip they’re as alive as a dead bird
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11. |
Silhouette Mirage
03:00
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A bright and shining future for the silhouette mirage
Maidens and their suitors titles and jobs
It flies up to paymaster and we live in his spoils
where nothing is real, feelings foibles
3 times a champion the silhouette mirage
A layered experience ready to be shelved
A lovely landmark! The silhouette mirage
Lovers and eros emptied of form
Oh what a night! to tear apart crutches,
and crawl a distance, to steal once more
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12. |
Azure Dreams
02:06
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You with your acrylic eyes in the skies of arcadia
Banging away at nothing as the others seem to get it.
Non-playable characters ignorant of your heroine's quest,
a long ditch effort of a lifetime.
Lost in the Azure Dreams meditating on forms in an effort to make them lucid and operable for the whole,
Video game destiny application implodes the violent monotony boredom program of the global golden class,
Skeleton séance crashed by the ecstasy warrior-junior-utopians,
freeing thought from that placebo chicken bone cage for the next generation of Philosopher Queens,
throwing thrones in the street, officiating the death of the state of things,
And piercing the last nail in the coffin of organized barbarism.
Action wisdom sages perform surgical fatalities on commodified truth claims,
Spreading out all over the planet school.
Borderless Haiku Trains blend linguistic miasmas of zero global patriotism, as bureaucracy is left in favor of full communication with the owl sage spirit of rabbi Abraham Joshua Heshel,
after the digital jubilee.
A Walk in the Azure Dreams turns a faded hue,
Randomized Dungeons and Romantic Selection,
As Ideal communication asserts itself to rote material routine
Planning beyond death,
with and without God
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13. |
Charles' House
02:35
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We all went down to Charles’ house biked in the rain ollied up the curb now
Spirits high at Charles’ house, it’s prank call time, bellies full of pizza
Summer sets around us as the tides of light retreat around your eye and lie on wet grass watching orange purple neon painted skies
We all convened at Charles’ house to plan it out the ring and run route
Pigs drove by charles’ house, lookin’ for our mischief crew
Jerry grabs a piss warm coke and shakes it up to hurl it in the air and watch it crash the concrete spraying with your silent eyes you stare
We all met up at Charles’ House as years went by and life became less free
replaying inside jokes drunk in twilight zone of memory
Charles’ House retreats around your eye
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14. |
Titmouse
02:01
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Titmouse McDonald’s nothing and junk parade
Godspeed the plough to the future of everyday
Someone laughed and she winced
Another one cried at a pinch
And the normal one came out to finally sit with us free
Head is now empty and staring at waves of Green
Someone is holding the hostages at your dreams
Lion cried inside his cage
Despite all your zero sum rage
And the infinite sadness subsided for one flash of real
Mother oh mother I love all the chosen ones
They’re walking around wearing lotion under the sun
Some of them are dogs and cats
And other ones are nervous bats
But one thing’s for sure you’ll be there with a smile looking gay
And uptight McGee will be wandering out far away
(look there he goes)
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15. |
Climax Landers Reprise
03:55
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Chocolate cars, peaches plums
ya hopped up Bilbo son of a sun
lovers never lie
call out a name
have it on rye
window pane
with the climax landers
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Climax Landers New York, New York
Climax Landers is:
2 Guitars
(Will & Paco)
Bass & Drums
(Charlie & Ani)
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