find me the keys
to unlock the doors of perception
throw me into the land of acid
drop me into the reception
find me the joy of one
well, isn't it just down the alley?
where we all explode in unstoppable orgasm
let me go
just let me be
take a hit, say, purple haze?
'scuse me while i kiss the sky

joy of one equals joy of all
kick the doors open
find the answer to your own question

i woke up with a headache
i woke up with a backache
of 'round 'nam my brain travelled
where mines blow up and i trembled
and charlie and the NVA around
what does those stars and stripes mean 
didnt innocent viets go down to these cold bullets
hey what, did i hear you guys saying liberation?
why do you guys in green insist on killing?
how does it feel in there man 
swingin' 60s

man, where am i now?
oh i know,
and i said, hey lord
i saw you on tv last night
you were tormenting lost people

oh hi lennon, how's life now
i see you and yoko on the bed!
power to you!

hey jim, i hope this will come to an end
my beautiful friend

back and forth this being in time
how 'bout few years back eh?
i go where my brain brings me
what ? now they're going nuclear?
ohh wait wait... its goin' away!

ok no more hit left.

the establishment might not be too happy
'cos they find us all crappy
hah, what lousy rhymns!

the authority's massacre of the barefooted.
hell, that aint gonna matter,
kill us again and again
that freak flag for your downfall shall rise 
with more pride again and again.

chaos chaos chaos chaos
blood blood blood anarchy
tell me myself and i was it my fear of pain
take away myself so that i cant escape the pain
with joplin cruising in this mescaline imagery

piercing truths to ending journey
with legacies of hendrix and morrison in print
it makes me feel good tho
to die and to get high
while gettin high is now known as the cliche
it was the train of fuckin modern times ahead
that stabbed the culture of the living

flee flee flee easy bitches
to your town where the black bus stations
sing the blues on the guitar
shout and play the art of the beat
cry and weep the soul of the hip
thrust forward like the patented elvis
get on the road and live on the highway with dylan telling us about revisiting 61

this come easy if you try
floating pistols and flying knifes 
you guys gotta open your eyes to the lonely hearts' club band
with lucy with diamonds in the sky
fly to vietnam to stop the band
north and south just let them be
be thankful to live

where lao tzu will be happy to see the way was the no-way
where siddartha would seek nirvana
tell me again and again if this seems to be
how about the concept of trinity in the brahma
is this the balance that we dreamt of?
the heartbeat of the world?

the magnum opus of mother nature's son with the white album
nomadic existence and fuels for freedom
charles manson with his posse with helter skelter
shit guys run when you see the black bus

alone in this burglary of life
go fuck establishments

search within yourself the words of nietzsche
do not fear the allegory of the cave, cos death ain't worth a dime
let go of your gripping hands 
let your fingers loose
faust was tempted but had to return 

strip naked and embrace the power of nakedness
just ask adam and eve before they ran
it is clean just being
did you say dasein, heidegger?
fuck fuck fuck c'mon baby take a chance with us
echoed jim morrison

ride that black VW up and remember not to return.

dont want to be the truth
dont want to see the truth
cover my eyes from this 
cover my ears from this

depart to the river of crimson recounts
tell me what you see from the river of life
tell me what christ imparted to the impulse
tell me people what the lord gave to you?
was there anything in it to speak of?
leave the human puppets to fend for themselves

bloods left to dry
humans plead to cry
colours don't run from these creed
don't surrender to the human tyranny!
fight for the fight
for the land and for yourself!
muttered the tubby geek
why marcos and co. went to shoe shops
lil kim with gung-ho obssessions
the king of the new world indulges in golf
thousands of whys in the millions of ways

hey they don't seem to be the ones 
to even give us a glance
was this the definition of god?
what's left of my shadow?
is it myself?
or was it myself?

nietzsche walked on love street
before long he reached the juncture 
send me my zarathustra he shouted 
whats goin on... there should be him... i am thy jester
what! In Flames said it must be the jester race...
what what isnt it music chase?
ahhh!!! Its a matter of life and death bring me that ben breeg
stand there alone like the silent rain
after dylan preached the problems of the shoeless homeless
we feel much less
to comply... put a blanket over me
but make sure it's dry

unload everything in the brain
cross the road... dont look left and right
cross it naked...
cross it bewildered... but remember to raise your hand...

wait wait what am i talkin' bout,
it should be bout nietzsche and existential works
worry i will now wonder if i can swallow 
hey this was an ad ok! they can claim copyright
but my attempt at jokin' wasnt of much effect
i shall wear my yellow suit and be like mercury

the entire paragraph was invested with unknown gibberish!
ha... what do you think... it's god's creation ain't it?

oh ive another blog already.. inspired by talkingcock.com, call it pastiche or homage whatever...

its on the link at the left "si gi nah"

wah now got 3 blogs!

Friedrich Nietzsche
15/10/1844 ~ 25/08/1900

The polemically sent iconoclast, the free-will of mankind, and what it all stood for, the judgements of mankind?

"The falseness of a judgement is to us not necessarily an objection to a judgement: it is here that our new language perhaps sounds strangest."

"Under conditions of peace the warlike man attacks himself."

"He who despises himself still nonetheless respects himself as one who despises."
 

you get on the bus
you see all around you herds of people
you start to feel the rush
you start to experience a ripple
the ripple of empty heads 
the ripple that will cripple
oh what the heck
c'mon what's goin' on?
people all around... papers white as snow
with words cold as death
and yet the dead went into the heads
bring me back the truth for i will plow
sheets upon sheets of fuck
crawlin' underneath the borders of the ruck

tired eyes and blurry thoughts
watch me escape!
I wanna do a houdini... but can't seem to find the genie
ok then... criss will be my angel
what's going on around you
asked the man
the herd around you responded with nothin'
what a fuckin' cretin
the herd must be wondering
his dorm must have that wooden bridge
who cares if shells are drop around the middle
shell is a petrol station
who cares if some guy kills a young girl
it ain't my fucking problem
muttered the herd in unison
the man looked around only to find more of the same breed
he could not find the reason
but gave up on inculcating his creed 

what lights up on the silver screen 
do we even know?
can we find a way out of the silver screen
'cos we are inside it...
we're fighting it... but its swallowing us

what is it like to be mad?
asked the most unassuming of the lot
do you think you can measure madness?
muses the man
the man had to continue
madness is within the realms of yourself
do not try to for a second think that it is in halves
'cos i for one cannot define what is madness
is doing whatever you feel like doing mad?
at this moment the man stopped
only to notice the questioner robbed
of his slavery 
of the bondage to the herd of heads.

Giraffe: Damn those stupid lions, I can kill them with a single kick

Lion: Hmmm... Yum yum... How about a zebra?

Zebra: Damn I just wanna eat my freaking grass

Grass: What the heck... I just happen to be at the first position in the food chain... Argghhh!  Stupid ants get off me...

Male Ant: After copulation, I must die

Female Ant: C'mon baby!

Along came two with human traits

"How 'bout a little cafe where the giraffes are, a small animal museum around where the lions are at, a small gift shop where the zebras are drinkin’ and some ants for snacks?"

Thus ends the story of recurring irony. 

Wolf: "Fee, fie, fo, fum, I'll blow your house down!"

Pig: "Ahh im dead!"

wolf takes a deep breath and blows the house down

Pig: "Fucking fuck... u ate my brother and added garlic and tabasco!"

Oh... Mannequin, mannequin... where is he?
Is he anyway underneath?

Kaleidoscopic vision of the dropping mask
Microscopic perceptions of the dripping escape

Run till the colours fade away
Run till the shamanic preacher arrives to play

Kiss the soot and caress the sun
Sit and await the train
The train of departure
The black curtains and solid berth
The libertine of sole-rides

Run to the lizard
Celebrate the reptile
Preach to the shaman tales of the deserted wind
Preach to the lizard the tales of the forbidden sarcophagus
Liberate the rift of vertical mandrakes 

Flashy blades of the seasoned devil
Killing flesh and worshipping rivers of crimson facade
Who knows the recounts of the devil
Oh... bring me thy light...

Bring the darkness to my fight
Cast the brightness off this tide

Rainbow people
Flying arowanas 
Swmming camels
Moths of suicidal tendencies pregnant with rites of fuschsia oranges
Polka dots on the deep purple sky
Checkered squares of black swallowing the blue lions 
Violet nature contrast with crimson nurture
Arising fingers of turqoise trait
Where is the black lizard
The purple lizard
The raining lizard

Rain... Volcanic eruptions from the sky
Lava of green man, red man, blue man, purple man
Eyes of rainbow and tangerine faith
Dragons offering its worship to neon green boars
Neon green boars offering its dragons to dotted machines

Be good... the train is here...
The shaman is back...
The lizard is back...

Rainbow skin and dark ambience
Dark skin and rainbow ambience
Ambience rainbow and skin dark
Skin ambience dark rainbow and
And rainbow dark ambience skin
Skin and rainbow ambience dark
Rainbow dark and skin ambience
Ambience dark rainbow and skin
Skin rainbow dark and ambience
Dark and skin ambience rainbow
Rainbow ambience skin and dark
Dark and skin ambience rainbow

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Crash! Crash! Crash!
Ash! Rash! Crash!

Remember shaman... it was that golden mandrake
That silver elephant
The bronze lamb
That jeweled phallus
That train...
That rain...