100 Shades of Grey

The aliens are already here

The aliens- hip, square and clean

The runaways, they’ve disappeared

Down pipes and drains and holes of

Sewage garden, gangs and green

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There’s a silent anarchy stirring in the heights

From it flows a saturnalian wine
For this free country
Can’t stop drinking
Stretching its mouth to indulge in extravagance
It must be everyday, it must be more-
Take it all
Create a proxy war
And as the black pot sits and waits,
The kettle cries wolf
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I pledge allegiance to the grandest of institutions
Where the last, best hope on Earth is hidden underground
Where only married fools are allowed to divide and conquer
And make gracious dents of our lives
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Keep marketing death
And selling hope
Chips in our heads and
Veins full of dope
Mental warfare
Gangster mentality
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The revolutionaries you hired are losing
So you better add more fuel to their fire
Till you got newspaper gods and TV messiahs
And all the innocent ones are pariahs
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Capitol I and little u
Here’s a free copy of our corporate Bible
Don’t read the fine print
You Dead Peasant
Cause we might just put a policy through
Our Mammon’s still hungry
Mommy’s little terror
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Bed right and woo
Bilderberg bullshit
Underground railroad of hate and hypocrites
You sell prison Gods
And sunny asylums
A life full of plastic
To die wrapped in plastic-
No wonder the blues originated here
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We would have settled for the Silver Age
Even if it was Iron in disguise
But you kept it out too long and let it rust
Telling us it’s ok-
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
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We believe in something
But it’s been called by the wrong name
For thousands of years, we’ve been insane
(What’s in a name?
Your fascist-military-papal gain)
Dropping bombs on the peers
You’ve pressured before
Going off to make new friends
Dirty diamond
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Wish you a water burial when alive
So you simmer in your beloved element
Better be mindful of death
You’ll never die
But beware when that elixir explodes in your face
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All we want is a world where sinners sin sincerely
And the narcs are narcoleptics
And the dearest of the devil dare to see more clearly
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Let’s put the prisoners in a church
The congregants in a prison
The crazies in an art school
The students in a parachute-prism;
We’ll send them off to all four corners
With crayons, canned goods and doves (for the mourners)
In hopes of one day seeing a world
Where expression is survival, the beggars twirl,
(And no one goes hungry with a palette of rainbows
On a day when only true praise is hurled.)
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Art is made to forget we’re slaves
To show the world’s flaws
With a tinge of beauty
So it’s bearable
How fucked up things are
How we need change
But the true lovers
Are not at the top
True lovers’ passion lies in bottomless alleys
Seething baths of sweat
Relieving sins imposed by a lonely man
A ceremony of the streets- Not your false ritual
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“You’re all talk and no action-
Where are the answers?”
Well, sweet inquisitor
We just don’t have the power
And those that do are pinball wizards-
Deaf, dumb and blind,
And friends of time
Why should they care
In their own little Edens
With fortresses of gold
And platinum eyelashes?
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Aquafuck and Aquafina
Sex and water
Rings called sacred
But profane down under
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No Xenia, no refuge, no candle in the dark
Pyramid pointless
Your fascist brigade claims its people are fasting
Least you could do is use your paper wisely
Add impresario to your resume
And let us have our heyday
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It isn’t how it feels
But how it looks
We could’ve been healed,
But they burnt the books
Better get a gun
Technology won
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They say war is over when you want it
So I’ll sleep in bed all day
Throwing pennies in my dream-well
Letting my weak flag fly
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And I wonder why Africa, Egypt, Eden’s eating me
As the host to a ghost they pray so sweetly to
It all boils over in oil to who’s royal
And what ever happened to loyalty?
(With no boundaries)
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Powers that be
I need to put you out of my misery
So here’s your shut-up money
Your gilded cage becomes
My blank page
Your sedition becomes
My intuition:
The last standing land mass- No woman, don’t cry
Ain’t that a gas?
Better take to the mountains and the trees
Before you say this too shall pass
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We all bleed the same
Cultivated and wild
Fragile dust
Abandoned by a mercurial God
Waiting to be saved by a beaten sailor
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It started as a shade of green and blue
And golden sands and cosmic plans
Transformed to the home of me and you
Where 100 shades of grey steam the sky
And colors fly to a place we’ll never reside
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Wonders of the world
Don’t require human hands
A heart is all you need to plant seeds
And touch the sky
A mystery it was
And a mystery it’ll be
Even if it’s all dust
And matter and debris
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Still, I wish I could pull a brick
And watch the whole thing crumble