EVER WORDLESS? Words: Tomi Toth Something said: “Let me introduce to you the very “world” you live in…” I said: “Yeah sure... I wanna know! ...I’m quite …I am! I’m really interested! “Well most say so ‘till they have to lend an ear to themselves, to catch a glimpse of ‘emselves, taste a chunk of ‘emselves (some have never did before) take for granted the existence of this ‘self’, of this you, of something real, of something still of something really yours. By the way: D’you remember what “Sig” said about it? What?! Well, he said we’re not home in our psychic homes… Able to disagree?” Well let me see? I said: “Yeah why not, yeah right, that’s right, ok, let’s just move along…” What we think is what we think we think we think… There’s nothing “real” about it … And what does real mean anyway? Word is god… Wouldn’t you agree that Word is god? Word is god …& there’s nothing “unreal” about it… Here we go again, & this time I listen: “Spell check's complete but still not quite getting it, right? Or do ya? There’s a problem with getting. For some reason by taking you don’t get anything, can’t accept anything. An unbelievable mess of inputs is what is believed in.” And our response when we glimpse it? We all do from time to time and something in you is admitting that so do you, all the time in some sense… Wanna know who's speaking. Wanna know who wants to be right. Wanna know who thinks it wants to be right ? Wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna… Remember and then forget and then remember but not remembering of having forgotten. Remember … Remember the refrain we sung already? …oh so many times… Word is god & I do not think You should sing along … Word is god, let the moment pause and watch and feel about it. “Common sense is commercial sense is academic sense is knowledgeable sense. But does it make you sense anything? Feeling anything at all? But a smooth orgasm right before the fall? And you might not agree that word is god … of course you may not … When you take words out of anything that you speak and think … tell me what does remain? Is word really god? And now you can’t sing along. Word isn’t god, if you let the moment pause and live and breathe about it….

'EVERBIRTH’ OVERLAP Words: Tomi Toth And I feel restless and I wanna go home, some home – to the landscapes of “Everbirth”. Find me sensing bits of “Everbirth” land, while lighting a cig in the underground park of a brilliantly brightly concluded shopping mall. And then it hits some thing. Something’s weird, something’s sanely fucked up all over here. Somesthesis over engulfed. Proprioception is tiring out, silenced down, blatantly aloud. Oh shit I’ll disengage the bar and follow this oversensitive guitar... Super FX 3D world is running out of catches to conquer the overloaded whole, entirely. Yet we sense it won’t quite let us be. It’s the other way round, you see; it says: “Be as picky as you can be, as soon as you follow me.” “Need to pay no attention and not a dime, trust the brightness of our mighty time: oh, it’s free! It’s almost free. We’ll extract it monthly, directly from the soul …eventually.” The grip is firm, it’s hard to bear, I know. Let us try and detect from some altitude, at its root and soul. Picturing the wires - tangible and not - feels impossible to digest. Still, let’s prefer it to the fake funny rest. And if I let the being be unmeant and un-apart I get a taste of what unarguably means ‘heart’. Now, mentality has grasped, But this decryption doesn’t ease the knot. That’s easily detectable, only backbreaking to infringe. Is it air what the soul is breathing? There you go Now everything is so: “So-so.” Words contrived impossible to brook, yet plainly worn, a tool of the fib to be borne. Nothing and no one will propel me through. When the ‘Zen of complaint’ is set off, I ought to bear in mind and soul; It was not the world or some alien force, I’ve been the perpetrator all along. “Everbirth” is all and everywhere for me to prefer. The instant I grasp it’s all limitary there is chance for me to be free, not by binding to this word/world, but taking the air along the tops of boundaries.

CATHAY Words: Tomi Toth Why on earth would you go Cathay? It’ll only lead you astray … and away. Let go the delusion, you know you won’t dodge the demons that make you the prey. The toxic comrades obliged to benignity, kindly tell me: “You can have it the way you want it to be. But it won’t grant you any serenity, local serendipity, at most.” So why go? Don’t say life here is too so-so, ‘cause it always and everywhere is so-so… And by the time you get back here, It’ll be even more so. You’ll get to a fishy Shangri-la, you’re gonna go: “Dha!” Or maybe you won’t. But you’ll find yourself asking pointless questions, like: “Is it make believe? Is it what I want? Is it what I wanted it to be…?” Un-answer the questions and you might see; the Promised Land is not bound geographically. It might help though, If you withdraw your butt out of the comfort hole. Woo… Let go the questions and you might see; the Promised Land is not bound geographically. It might help though, if you withdraw your butt out of the comfort hole. See, the hole might not be tinny, but it’s deepness that defines it all. Now that you’re there, tell me: Does it feel any different than anywhere so far? ‘Cause when you get back here I’ll demand the juiciest report, even if I don’t care to know. Yeah I got to a fishy Shangri-La… And I went D-Da-da-da in a billion ways… oh so many tales. But the point is another: There’s nothing in my repor …but endless me. Yeah I got to a fishy Shangri-La… and it went D-Da-da-da on me… But the point is another…Completely another… Now, I want you to say “there’s no point to Cathay” and I’ll agree if you’ll agree: it’s the same with any endeavor, any activity and that’s the point: it’s all a blissful game, what we see is the veil we wrap around it.

BAD CAMOUFLAGE Words: Tomi Toth I'm an eager beaver, i'm a busy bee I‘m aware of everything I did, yet when I mouth about it I like to say it only happened to me. All of a sudden unadjusted and sore damaging and more essence is bored. You don’t wanna peak behind the veil, well you might want to but you don’t really wanna see me through – not completely though. I’m like the girl you long for but only till she hidden out to what one thinks is the eye. The real “I” is disguised. You see, “I” is in disguise, not to the spirit, to the eye. Keeping things together apart. Collisions of “nothing’s” bring in bad “something’s” I will not define. It will work on some, it’s a bad camouflage. I'm an eager beaver, i'm a buzzy bee I ‘m aware of everything I did but when I tell you about it, when speak about and around I like to say it just so happened to me. It happens to be happening to me. And now i'm stunningly adopted and I’m adored I’m idolized, the viewer can’t be bored, I’m really go, but you won’t know I got a nervous case in my sleeve and nothing is so-so. Keeping things apart unitedly. Not being it yet it is all there is. Wearing a sabotag as a bad camouflage, seems to work for some. Keeping things together apart, collisions of 'nothing's' bring in bad 'something's' i will not define, it will work on some, it's a bad camouflage. Keeping things apart unitedly. Not being it yet it is all there is. Wearing a sabotage as a bad camouflage, seems to work for some. Some go together and some apart. And, yes, they share a same heart. Is that strange enough for us to fall apart? Will it work for us? It will work on some.

PEOPLE NEED PRELUDES Words: Tomi Toth A slap in my face. it's such a disgrace. Funny thing is, my cheek doesn't feel the pain I imagined it would feel - I ought to feel - when watching all those movies and shows on tv. Well I guess there’s a difference between feeling and FEELING, getting that hit in anyway… So, the chick gets just this trifling tease, while the Ego instead, uh, that’s where the pain gets real. Oh, So real! It hurts! Please pal, please world, let me step on that pedestal again. Well you became a pain in my ass some time ago. And I’ve tried to speak out to you, tried to inform that there’s something sick about the things you do and say lately, pal. But no, you just said no, you showed no, you expressed no in any way in all the ways, but directly uttering: No! No, there will be no bargaining, no argumentation, no, no, no! I need a prelude, need tons of preludes. I want something that preludes the word, I demand some preludes before the broken nose. That’s how we were taught. That’s how I was taught. People want preludes, we all need preludes, right? It’s right to, isn’t it? Yeah! It’s ok not to feel the word, it’s right not hear the sense… People want preludes, we all need preludes, right? It’s right to, isn’t it? Yeah, that’s Right! The prelude is a glass before and all around me it’s a fence for us weak. That’s how we were taught. Gimme a prelude, gimme a postlude, gimme an interlude, anything but the thing itself. ‘Cause you see, the mind is subtitle with the timing gone late and a mind is the only thing we’re willing to use.

CAROUSEL Words: Gregor Brajkovič There must be something wrong about the way I see things going. I am spinning around in a carousel that has some weird upcoming. And I don’t care if I fell down on such a peaceful morning as long as you’re with me too keep me warm when flying. So we fly, so we fly down through the sky and I look up and see your crying face and tears dropping by and I ask myself what have I done wrong this time? There’s something wrong with my perception of the world I live in, my mind is thinking, craving, dying for a daylight dreaming. And I don’t mind if I fell down on such a blinding morning as long as you’re with me to keep me calm when flying. So we fly, so we fly up into the sky and I look down and see your smiling face and tears dropping by and I know I didn’t do nothing wrong this time, or did I? I look around and try to reach your hand when saying sorry, but I am not sure if this will make you understand my story. Is this a lie, a dream, illusion or a true confession? Well let’s find out, let’s try it with a little more aggression. Tell me what you want to know. Shoot me with a cosmic bow. Tell me what you wanna hear. If my answer’s up in here, I’ll be waiting to get a shot and I don’t mind if I fell right apart. ‘Coause I’ll be trying to understand. There is no one I could blame for this pain.

PUSSY EVERYWHERE Words: Tomi Toth Curve after curve the eye turns into pure pathetic sexy blur. And I become the beast that wants to pet the fur. It’s not about a “she” if there isn’t one around, there’s somethin’ missing in this picture although info abounds. Pussy’s everywhere, pussy everywhere, pussy’s everywhere… Perpetual sensation of being in some kinda need, in need. Pussy’s everywhere, pussy everywhere, pussy’s everywhere… By Nature, statistically, humorlessly in person in need. Pussy’s everywhere, pussy everywhere, pussy’s everywhere… Where does the monster come from? What is it I gotta feed? Pussy might be everywhere, but I’m either lonely or ashamed of being part of this breed. This isn’t fun anymore… Lured into seeing the warmth we’re looking for in images wrapping all the skies and floors… Pursue THIS pussy no more. I have sympathy for every sympathetic girl and if she’s a healthy 30/70 % then she’s the one and I wanna have her. Pussy’s everywhere, pussy everywhere, pussy’s everywhere… Right but it’s also something I got in me, but I agree: pussy dwells, pussy helps, Pussy SELLS. What a grim drollery I prefer myself in. It’s true I’ve spotted it everywhere too, but I fancy the idea it’s only me being on to you. To put it short: I reckon it doesn’t affect me -I’m accidentally a fan of the epitome. This isn’t fun anymore… Lured into seeing the warmth we’re looking for in images wrapping all the skies and floors… Pursue THIS pussy no more, consume this pussy no more. This isn’t funny anymore, I’ve seen hearts and bodies go very sore. It’s not just coming out of the blue, like so many other things, we’ve been conditioned to. Watch out, but don’t be too tensed, ‘cause after this commercial brake, it’ll be in you again, here we go. This isn’t funny anymore, I’ve seen hearts and bodies go too sore. It’s not just poppin’ out of the blue… Like so many other things, you’ve been conditioned to. This isn’t funny anymore and if you don’t think so keep on enjoying this freak show. Believe it’s comin’ out of the blue, let’s just enjoy the box we’ve been grown into.

BOW DOWN COMEDY Words: Tomi Toth This is bow down comedy. We reproduce it since times forgotten and then we say: “Hi! This is me!” Huh jeez, really? let’s see… Let’s open the un-openable up and find four frantic dwarfs chopping each other’s teeth off. One goin “hi hi hi”, the other: “HA HA”, the third: “Huu huu” and the last: “I’m scared … How much’s that blue pill again?” To get to the proper spin, plug to the stillness upstream. Become the beam that’s staring at you all over the place. Nobody will look down on you and soon, you’ll start to love what the body hates. We’ll get ourselves as blocks, not a whole. But we’ll sing our ass of that we’re oh, so go, we’re cool, we know the rule and we can look down on anything we want and sing: I see, I think, I feel, this must be it: I’m here, I’m real. Oh no, but this spot is short… and how short is it? But this spot is short and how short is it? Let’s play diving in it. Ha, seen from down here it’s a 2D world up there. No shifts, just lefts and rights, all set to be fussy with. But “ever” is broad; unthinkably across-the-board. I cannot adhere, need to un-mold, ‘cause I think I wasn’t buying, but it somehow still got sold. I was just learnin’ how to be from the environment I see, you see. After trails and trips now I see: this is merely a bow down comedy, oh c’mon. Do we like the movie we see? ‘Cause that’s all there is to this drollery. Don’t ask – won’t tell. We need partial impartiality. The comedy I sell to you is the very one that’s sold to me. Let’s say we meet on the street, instead of goin’ “long time no see”, or “your haircut’s neat” you say: “You feel so un-calm that your milieu is turning grey.” Now what do I say? “Jeez, this is me, out of the comedy, well thank’s man. Yeah, cheers!”

THIS WORLD IS A PLAYGROUND Words: Tomi Toth This world is a sandpit of countless intricate games. All players assuming their game is the prime game. And seen from above this pit looks like a playground, despite of all the deviling distress we put in it when we want. Yeah I know I don’t know what you’ve been through and I know it’s all true … to you. But this is yet another playground rule … feels too right ‘cause the judging one is the one that made it. Now, I’m not saying there’re no damaging situations, no; I’m saying: Mother knows … Mother knows no blackness, her aspect is rainbow. Said that, here’s a situation, pick a coloration, do with it what you will, but don’t you dare to put a Destiny label on it, ‘cause: Mother knows no blackness, Her face is rainbow! Mother knows no blackness, her aspect is rainbow And if we bother with dirt, we let the gems go. ”Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.” “Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.” “Make sense who may. I switch off.” * If this world is a playground indeed, I can’t stay! I’ll stay … as long as I play. This world is a playground of intricate games. As long as we know it’s play, it’s ok, but as we start to get grievous about it we don’t play anymore, we’re being played instead. This world is a playground of intricate games. As long as we know it’s play, it’s ok. But as we start to get grievous about it we don’t play anymore, we’re being played. This world is a playground of intricate games… some might be serious, but their games nonetheless. Despite of all the deviling distress… Despite of all the deviling efforts we put into ever different “Rights”.

BRICOLIFE Words: Gregor Brajkovič, Samo Turk & Tomi Toth Is it really going to end this way? Ignoring time has just begun Is there a way that I could easily leave? Or try those things some other way around? (It feels like) something inside me is leaving this game and I really can't make it come back… Or do you have time for something that wastes your time? Well, I don't and I feel I am getting too old sometimes. If there's a path I’ll try and see it, If there's a way I’ll let myself to it.. If there's a question instead of an answer I’ll let it inside - won’t cherish the golden bars, Won’t idolize the blind. If there’d be some concern about what is, We’d see that nothing we’ve been told so far makes any sense In worlds we created nothing is more than nothing Some ‘thing’ inside never joined this mad game and it’s whispering: “It’s just a ride… …it has nothing to do with matter and time. There isn’t a thing one might name ‘mine’, We are its. And that’s it, and it becomes so obvious ‘sometimes’. A short but intense glance outside the walls entrusted to mold, makes things – all these beings we envelope in… - appear so alike. Then how can the ‘message’ be anything but the medium itself, since we all pre-disagree and like to dislike what simply is?

POPTHING Words: Gregor Brajkovič If I start to feel again I wonder what will happen inside my veins some weird memories float through my head I want to leave them out, hide them in the shade Really wondering what to do tried to sleep, but i never could I`m not prepared for the same old shit that happens all the time when i want to, want to.. I just want to see you everyday I want to hear you laugh, to see that you`re OK I want to smell and taste your neck and when i am done I leave a bitemark on your skin. Oh what a dream, dream I just want to let you know that you just woke up something that i don`t intend to ignore every feeling should have an easy end why is it so hard, to simply understand? Your deep and penetreting glance just put some butterflies in my net i want to set them free, I want to see them fly just above your thigh I want to see them spread their wings before the well-known game begins, before they start to fly away I really want them here to stay I hope it doesn`t really bother you, my desire to explore with you every inch of your pale-angel skin let me chase away your darkest dream. i want to share all of the fears with you all known emotions that made me do all the actions I performed all the toxins I adored. Your deep and penetreting glance just put some butterflies in my net i want to set them free, I want to see them fly just above your thigh I want to see them spread their wings before the well-known game begins, before they start to fly away I really want them here to stay oh... stay.. don`t you fly away i really want you here to stay