Instrumental

We want to sing songs from the heart But you don't like us like that We have to fall apart And play what they packed for you And for us You see, nobody is innocent I'm doing it right now The rhymes I speak, the melody you hear is old You heard it a million times before That's why you love Hearing it and you want more Nobody wants music We are dancing on its grave There is only ears for what Has been sold before So let's sell it yet again Refrain, refrain, oh! Love, don’t run away from love! Refrain, refrain, oh! Love, and love our refrains Singy songy singy Words words, jingle jingle tunes Cliches, voulez-vous coucher avec moi? True love, I'd die for you! See what you made me do?! If it sounds familiar Doesn't have to make sense Like sayin': Tonight You and I Together, forever But she went with another guy Refrain, refrain, oh! Love, don’t run away from love! Refrain, refrain, oh! Love, and love our refrains True love I'd die for you See what you made me do?! True love I'd die for you Love, refrain!

Am I the only one who thinks most of us are victims of a battle within? No matter what we say is our thing. As we go we put on a silly grin to cover up our partitioning. And when showed we are broken up like so, we struggle to deny it. Change seems to be the menace. We need the help we don’t want to find. Try ever new blindfolds, yet the issue is always and only one Veto the toxins and take in Toxine, feed the bright side of your being. You don’t need anything, you’re complete within. We walk through life, and see it as a fight. We speak: “I can’t”, but we don’t want. You know how you know when you want? It’s when you do. Next time that you think that you want, come back to me, and get the recipe: Veto the toxins and take in Toxine, feed the bright side of your being. You don’t need anything, you’re complete within. Veto the toxins and take in Toxine, feed the bright side of your being. You don’t need anything, You’re pure within. Veto the toxins and take in Toxine, feed the bright side of your being. You don’t need anything, Cause you’re pure within. Veto the toxins and take in Toxine, feed the bright side. You don’t need anyone, anything. Veto the toxins and take in Toxine Take in Toxine Take in Toxine

Lotta songs say things we can’t relate to but sexy jingles do their job quite nicely. So we adjust to an idea that came with a neat tune and then it’s on, we go along and babble with whatever’s on, yeah! This time we wanna go different. We wanna play & sing a juicy song and be sure that we’re doin’ you no wrong. So there’s only one way we can go and that is, ladies and gentlemen, to speak to you About this very song. So, you’ll notice this first boogie is somewhat funkish... Somewhat different, yet somewhat same Neat, but not too sweet And then change: We make a pause, we start anew We let the beat hesitate. Not too much tho’ See, the musician knows there should be no sudden breaks, unless they’re sudden just enough. And then we bring it back for ya so you don’t drift away. There’s a setting and we want you to stay. The instruments play same, but the vocal plays another game. That’s what usually fascinates: playing the “same same, yet different” game. Now, as we go along, try to reflect about the appeal of music: What is it that you like about the music that you like? Tell me, what is it? Is it the surprisal? The catchy jingle? Or the thing you can’t get at first? And we bring the power back, bring it up, make it bounce. We’ve made your music mind busy, we wanna upgrade that to dizzy. Now let us return to a tune you’ve already heard, but it’s dissected, it’s redirected, it is mellow, it’s mellower … Not a time for something fresh You see? That’s such an interesting mesh Please be wondering: “What’s coming next?” We’ll give you what you don’t expect Now check out how we unleash the real power and start building something solid but sweet, groovy but with gradation. A feeling of progression, goin’ upward, slowly to the top. Are we there yet? No, ‘cause some grooves never wear out, some grooves simply never wear out! Are you tired yet? That was our hidden plan: Make you wish for relaxation and thank us when we go: Stop! Chill, relax and let us do stuff to you ... And you’ll see, you will refill. Yes, let us do some sweet, sweet stuff to you, ‘cause you see you will, eventually refill, believe! So you think it’s gonna end? C’mon, no, let’s have a wait. Take some room to reflect … and stop at that.

There are things you should not say Some say them anyway How very dare they?! We kill we feast And we have fun We can, we are the one Will not regret, it’s not in the plan. Humanity is such fun We get the best of every one Of every one outside this line Decide to kill than torture‘s fine Humanity we are the one Who torture and kill while having fun We could stop, but why would we? This is so entertaining. Oh my god, what have I done? Killed almost everyone I torture everyone, but my son Daddy-o what have you done?! You’ve killed everyone My sisters, brothers, friends I don’t want to be your Humanity is such fun We are the beast for everyone And it’s such fun for everyone If we say kill torture is fine (outside this line) Humanity’s heyday we torture kill … and play Humanity is very fine Can’t see the blood (outside this line is not blood) It’s such fun for everyone Whole family enjoys it you should try it too: the amusing things agony can do… Indeed it's fun for everyone And the family needs it Will not think it through 'Cause: what can you do? Well, you could think it through... Humanity we are the one We feed on other creature’s sons We say we care, but do we? We make our points as we please. Humanity’s heyday we get to torture kill and play Humanity is very fine don’t see the blood

6 8 each other I'll take this bit off I’ll turn it around I'll make it a square These parts I’ll just toss away …have many units… I can spare. I know you're able to take only so much, but I’m willing to restrain only that much. So here we go: eat charge! Dr. Medico says your aliveness is mine by law. 6 8 each other Check the coop and whoop! No remains to dissect our gains Consumed themselves from head to toe Something’s missing, yet something’s new Let’s test this through and through Bring me fresh 6 please, yes, let’s redo They 8 each other indeed We will find a way to make it affirm our creed! The talk of blame don’t scare me I cook up rhetoric easily It eases life and death It’s the white room’s meth. Me executing, me didn’t commence… The cardinal rule is: brain goes for answers, questions are for the fools, so help me god They talk life-stock, it’s only stock to me. There’s nothing but me I see. I stock you… hibernation – no frustration This is intellect: my voice, my muse, my god … My muse, my god, my … neglect. 6 8 each other We don’t wobble when we lie our cynicism robes provide the perfect disguise.

Pressure orbing… pulling, bearing on… Liquid drawing, sinking, coming on… And Light…oh the light. You mean like: “light”? Yes, light. See? You alight. Yet you malign and despise what’s ever there, ever was… What your body grew out of. Forgive. It’s your only end. Forgive if you can. And if you don’t … if you can’t, it’ll wait for you. Weather doesn’t leave … it will wait … It’ll change, but it will wait. There’s no time to lose; you cannot lose time. It began with you and it’s going to go along. It’s a legato, if we think staccatos; makes it bitter, less easy to pardon, so please: Forgive. It’s your best shot, it isn’t hard to do and it will loosen it up for you. Forgive the weather for being, forgive yourself for not forgiving. It no religion, it’s a skill. So train, try and … forgive!

Picking up the waves will get you there, no “going to” is needed… Steps of no length are waiting for your will Nothing’s remote No truth to unveil, only truth to hide Bag of skin is the illusion the rest is what you really are And then we like to say: “But this is what has got me goin’ so far.” Did goin’ goin’ get you to a place to be, yet? This seems like a home, but it’s a new protocol, obscure to the soul. These dual monologues disguised in dialogues give loneliness sense We masters of conclusions fail to see the one connection ­­­­­translatable into the whole If I say follow your heart, you’ll rush to categorise, Convert into dumbness and numbness wind-talk’s primal talk Come down to distrust… …leaving out the way of how you work and are... …of how it all does. It reasons, lives and is by itself, it has a memory of its own It’s alive, and its face is yours. If it all is but a being and you’re nothing but its cell… Then why would you feel so alone? … in mother’s forethought you dwell. You’re a fractal of the whole, don’t pretend to be its source; be the beginner and not the knower. Susceptible to wind-talk, know that wind is mute to ego ever heard by the soul. Quando parlo non sento la mia voce ma sento i miei pensieri parlare E quando penso, invece, sento i pensieri giocare con la mia voce. Una miriade di connessioni simultanee di davanti e di dietro, una sola risposta abbandonata, in grado di rispondere a tutte le domande poste dall’altro lato. Doubters laugh to the idea of a whole… They go: there is no soul! I'm in control! What I can measure is the world! Believe that science speaks the words of the world, but science is never still - it’s ever new - yet the world is ever so old - it’s a neurotic in its core… Knowledge can be a tool for realisation, if we make it a creed, we retire and merely succeed: counting rocks from the sun This knowledge is a vector Not knowing where it came from, its journey hasn’t even begun… So many findings we see, there’s but one which lets us be; Whatever the estimation, it won't get us to the realisation: “So above as below; same core...” So above as below; same core… Quantums we see, equal marks we ignore. Some things are felt the more the less they are seen, therefore: mind the wind.

Can you feel the bonds bond your limbs? Of course you don’t, they worked their way within. Shackles, once of body now are of the mind. Trusting your own volition will not suffice. Your home, a high tech prison, ingeniously called freedom. Still, we have to resist, we have to persist! One day pawns shall doom the kings. If only could we overcome; if only they’d free us. If only... Stop all broadcasts! Attention please! Here's the news of millennia: Your bosses in the shadow abandon all power positions and let you be. Tired of being in charge, we long for common citizenry. Have you heard the good news generation lost? We're free! It's officially ok to turn off the TV. You most unworthy serfs! With no will of your own and so easy to mould. Just complains and no initiative. We got bored. Maintain yourselves now with the critique you practiced for so long. Good news! Generation lost. We're free! Kill the TV! This is so exciting, at last we’re free! Let’s melt down the shackles, create whatever we want to be. Let’s plan and organize, create, provide whatever comes to mind, give and take, no sacrifice. Do what needs to be done, work together as one. All win, dissatisfaction none. I do this and you do that Discipline is our safest bet That’s what we’ve been waiting for. I’m doin’ it for you, don’t wanna be your lord. We came in with a bang, won’t go out with a whimper! It's a quality design! Do as I say! It’s the only way! That promised more than it delivered ...supposed to be a call for freedom. Born in bondage now free... still no serenity. I’ve been last, I’ve been first Have been blessed, now I feel cursed. Stuck with the same thirst … Shackles burned, they persist, they turned …

Patches falling off A crusted coat... Hard, used to be soft before the stream of thought Feeble vibes and pointy stabs, lidless night times, a disappointing bed... The ease with which the plants adapt to all that is replaced by constant change. Do we adapt? No, I rearrange Scratch The rhyme eases the pain You are splendid after all Don't feel shame You allow the sky, let the clouds come and let them pass by. Skin crying for yin Don't you know that: Going for the patch will carry off the scratch And it’s OK, you do take the blame. and let go, forget all of the shame. Light another »final« one, hill bangs again And scratch, scratch, scratch, till the last oily patch. And beyond and over Hill bangs again And scratch, scratch, scratch, till the last dry patch Not attending still? Still suffering on? Still not tired yet? Still waiting for a safer bet? Skin crying for yin Construe, not feel? Work with an endless reel You will align Don't worry, it's fine

I'm a singer... put me in the sky Wings get sore sometimes ... After a while... descend back I in disguise... Sad I cry and rejoice after a while, but again then I cry, again then I... back again then I... cry… It is but periods How could have changed? Still it I am, essence is same Why and how did periods change what I was before to what I'm now? The bitterness I am. Something went wrong… somehow.