Secret Samadhi lyrics

let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue,
a smorgasboard
let's go hang out in a church
we'll go find lurch
then we'll haul ass down through the abbey

is it money, is it fame
what's in a name, shame
is it money, is it fame
or were they always this lame

it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town
but it's the rattlesnake i fear
in another place, in another time
i'd be drivin' trucks my dear

it was an evening i shared with the sun
to find out where we belong
from the earliest days
we were dancing in the shadows

more wine
cuz i got to have it
more skin
cuz i got to eat it

inside the outside, by the river, used to be so calm
used to be so sane
I rushed the lady's room
took the water from the toilet
washed her feet and blessed her name

more peace
is such a dirty habit

people should not be afraid
we came to the earth to graze
no shortcuts to the face, this means you
a child gives you his shoes

people should not be afraid
we cam to the earth to graze
if it slithers into the haze
it can't be true
a child gives you his shoes

in the early morning, cut her down
this pill, she needs your love
forget your mother and your father
they aren't important son

everybody's here
puke stinks like beer
this could be a city
this could be a graveyard
you stole my idea
you stole my idea

everybody's anxious
for the coming of the crisis
the collapse of the justice
i can smell your armpits
you stole my idea
you stole my idea
you stole my idea!
this puke stinks like beer and everybody's here

come on, come on, come on
let's lay waste to this century

everybody has a ghost
everybody has a ghost who sings like you do
yours is not like mine
but it's alright, keep it up

boy loses rib in new orleans
he can't help eyein' up the whores
under the bridge
boy loses rib and lets a hellified cry into the dark

where did i go wrong
where did i go wrong
i never needed this before
i need a woman to help me feel

everybody has the dream

the baby's not screaming enough
the singer's not singing enough
ramana's not breathing, to us
behold the unsheathing, it's love

the blade is not ready to cut
it's dull from our thinking, it's rough

Free love is a world i can't linger too long in
"free love" was just another party
for the hippies to ruin
behold the unsheathing, it's love
behold the unsheathing, it's love

my brother kicked his feet to sleep
my brother kicked his feet to sleep
my brother kicked his feet to sleep
and i sang the dirge song

my brother never missed a beat
my brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet
my brother kicked his feet to sleep
and i sang the dirge song

Angel, don't you have some bagels in my oven
Lady, don't you know a man when you see one

anyone, caught in you mystery
keep it angry
keep it whispy
i've fallen down
drunk on your juices

turn my head
turn my head
it's aimed at you

funky temple
your dress is torn to shreds
your eyes are crazy
i bowed to save my head and
i can't forget you
but i remember

turn my head
turn my head
it's aimed at you

oh no,
we came to love you all day
these bastards are leavin'
somebody's go to stay

i'll kill you in my dreams
i turn the other cheek during the day
i'll kill you all

the subculture of my dreams
is waiting for me to fall asleep
i know you're scared, you should be
k know you're scared

hero
dreamer

this attic of my mind
these feelings i can't hide
i can't share
i feel alone, ah yeah

the subconscious keeps me here
i fell in love with a balladeer

if the mother goes to sleep with you
will you run and tell geraldo
if the mother bears your children without tears
without the usual costs of labor

if the mother goes to bed with you
will you run and tell the neighbors
will you hide behind that get up that you wear
or will take te first ear that comes into contact with your blade
like peter did on the hill

will you call her a freak

looks like america's dropped her load
she was ready to explode
i could not see her from up here
cuz she was lyin' in the road

my head's in the ground
i can't make a sound
my head's in the ground

looks like america's dropped her load
she tried to cal me on the telephone
"everything is fine, now the baby's here!"
she'll have to handle this one on her own

my head's in the ground

if i was half alive
then you were dead
subsistin' on that same old bread

it's the memory that hides
the whole wide world
it's the gas hed's love of america

it's the memory that hides
take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on

he's a bonified man
a star amongst his clan
and the only one that let me ride

it's the memory that dies

The way you're bathed in light
Reminds me of that night
God let me down into your rose garden of trust
And I was swept away
With nothin' left to say
Some helpless fool
Yeah I was lost in a swoon of peace
You're all I need to find
So when the time is right
Come to me sweetly, come to me
Come to me

Love will lead us, alright
Love will lead us, she will lead us