And here's a word, cannot be written down No normal word, cannot be held in the mind Too much -- ever to touch -- Of all of the other words, This is such a different kind Take apart every little story in your head Every piece of evidence you read Here we start, so far behind It isn't easy to communicate with anyone at all Yet here we are, sharing a moment of calm Yet no way to get inside one another's soul Here's a hope: One or another of us So long, lost in a fog, will finally find the dog And even earn his trust Take apart every little robot on your shelf Every magazine about your health There they go, it's Mars or bust Yet here we are, sharing a moment of peace Yet no way to figure out what the Martian means Here's a number you cannot understand And no way to even say what you really plan It isn't easy to communicate with anyone you find Yet here we are, trying and trying and trying To know how to even flow with the passing time Here's a word, over and over again Just a thought, never will ever will end Here's the truth, digging a hole in the ground To see all we had hoped we could ever be To know all the ideas that we tried to grow In case we would just arrive In a different place

One of these days, I'm gonna begin Picking up all of the shit piled up on my creaky floor And the ants, and the smoke Along with everybody... Tell the people what ja see from the mountain, oh yeah In animal form... One of these years, I'll turn it around Take such a chance that the Gods break spontaneously into song Without losing my way Along with everybody Tell the people what ja see from the mountain, oh yeah Remind me, remind me We are torn apart And breaking down Along with everybody Tell the people what ja see from the mountain, oh yeah One of these ones, I'll finally give up Being a person despite all the evidence there is none But a what? -- But a shell As we are never-ending Tell the people what ja see from the mountain, oh yeah Where to be born... Remind me What was I in this life? Did I wander, and squander my precious time? Did I hold too tight to the Friday night-- Or not tight enough to the suffering of sunlight? Remind me How did I do there? On the table, was I able to do my share? Was I unafraid of the final grade-- Or too upset with everybody getting paid? We are keeping it tight We'll be alright Green light Maybe playing it cool We are Deadpool Old school We'll be coming again We'll be something On the wind I remember! I was loving and loving Shirts come off We were hugging and hugging... Loving and loving, loving, loving and loving Shirts come off We were hugging and hugging...

I will live on the inside I may come from a nebulous tribe Please find me a family Within one in a million We'll begin to be the will of them People who struggle to breathe We can... Fly But left behind Someone on a hill, someone crying Oh sweet Jesus, how can this be real-- --ly here? Now I close every window 'Cause what does the government know? Please give me my medicine Before one in a million We're sure really be feeling it People are trapped underneath We are... Dying Left behind No one at the wheel, no one driving Old man Buddha, how can this be real-- --ly going on? No one knows what they're doing No one knows what they're doing No one knows what they're doing Yet everybody's getting right in my face! ... Left behind Am I all alone, or am I rising Over the city, bound to reappear In time For love

I was standing outside the cave The Giant and the Crazy Baby didn't know what to say And we were smoking weed And drinking too fast Dragging hours, dragging to the middle of the night Nothing is alright Here is my song: I'm in trouble Once again... Three Winds, came in, expected Blowing only sighs They came in, the Three Winds, and again Tried to harmonize -- with nothing to lose But the Spirit, shaken, forsaken, How can this be real? And how can time pass So fucking slowly? I was walking across the street The Sinners and the Crazy Angels were so damn ill at ease And we were crying And coughing a lot What can anybody say to get a laugh? Settle for half That is my way, to try something Try something Try anything At all... Three men, wrinkled, in leather Walking in a line They came in, the Old Men, a coffin How can this be mine? -- with nothing to say But the Spirit, tired and wired, cannot even feel And what the fuck could we do To protect you? I was standing in my own skin The beating heart, the restless breathing, and the rising of sin I'm in the darkness But I know my way Dragging years, dragging to the middle of a life I take a little off my mind Here in the middle of my life I take a little off my mind See you on a beam See you In a lucid dream

There is in every instance There is in every case A little bit of denial Of the hopelessness of the human race Unless There's some meaning in these conversations You take no side of the issue You leave well enough alone You are a rock and an island Of your own Instead of the CEO He fled into darkness and carried our fortunes I don't believe it But I believe in God Now every document Is just an empty fraud The Trees are wiser And the Elephants know Your Old Advisor Is calculating what you will owe Her When history proves She was right Now She is the waning Moon And we are the Sea that She pulls with her power There is a lead, there is a narrow bed Above the mantle, in a photo frame Beside a candle, on a wooden steed Without a rider, but with a different name From his big brother, who is no longer dead He has intelligence, that he no longer needs A strong provider, with a reliable game A Golden Glover, with an irrelevant head...

This is real life This is real Zeros and ones This is how it feels This is everything Except it all Zeros and ones Inevitable Follow the wires to the mainframe It's an old game With no hero, 'cause his horse never came There were dinosaurs And an atom bomb Cells and memories This is how it feels Follow the patterns out to Pluto It's an old show With no spotlight, 'cause it died in the snow At three-hundred below It's always one or the other It's always chasing the high It's always raising a question It has its feet in the sky And there are giants among us And they make terrible sounds They're not like what we expected They have their feet on the ground Follow the footprints to the Old Cave It's a new day With no baby -- he was carried away And he couldn't be saved This is innocence Accept it all We rise and fall Accept it all

He wasn't paranoid He was just keenly aware of the dimensions of the problem And there really wasn't any compelling reason To wind up in a fetal position At Jay Street - Borough Hall -- people just walked right by him After awhile, a couple of workers tried to help him to his feet But he stayed fetal, crumpled in a ball And no one could get him to say anything, not his name or his purpose People wouldn't understand They'd just react -- and react! Hare Rama Do you know Him? Can you see Him Turn His face slowly Talking to me Walking through the Closing doors -- Stand clear Protect yourself and people that you hold most dear Not what they wanted to hear While they play... They fed him through an IV as he wasted away Did he have total amnesia? And there really wasn't any compelling reason To transfer him to the solitary room at the end of the hall But that's exactly what happened! There were wires and tubes and a bunch of machines What was the underlying condition? And there really wasn't any compelling reason To let him die of natural causes, like he probably wanted But he wasn't talking, so who knows! Hare, Hare Can you see Me? Can you feel Me Send My heart to you For a moment As the voice says Closing doors -- Stand clear To blow a kiss and hold me as we disappear... Not what they wanted to hear While they eat... It was raining all night Puddles and lights He was going out of body, he was going to be getting very high I was warm in my room Snuggled up tight He was founding a religion, and he never had a doubt about a way They were raging outside Causing a scene And they needed to believe him, they were going to be having their day They had time on their side Wide was their screen He was screaming out the Answer, he was tearing at the tubes and the wires I went fetal again And let you down You were anything but perfect -- It's sad that you were so afraid to die I was feeble, and then Became obscene They were usually violent, beating up each other, and again Give me medicine, Doc Give me the best He had better be a prophet, he had better be the teller of the Time I'm the Medicine Man Give me the test They were wallowing in pity -- they curled up and tried to look away We are raging within Tired and sad I was sadder than an old man, I was telling everybody I could see We have run out of time Mad and unclean He was twisting like a dentist, telling them it wouldn't hurt a bit It was raining all day I fell behind I was glowing like a phantom, I was trying hard to get the etiquette It just muddled my brain Canceled my dream

Once I had a little stuffed panda bear Big fat cheeks and a black and white pattern In its velvet hair, with button eyes And a soft round head, so snuggly at bed time I came across a magical spell Giving life to the one stuffed animal I loved so well, and so I cried At the edge of the woods, where we could say our goodbyes We all wanna be free But do we even know what freedom means? My panda bear ran around scared As the forest turned to condominiums everywhere Plants and animals dying He came back, Get me outta this hell Can we, O please, reverse this hideous magic spell? But there was no point in trying We all wanna be free But do we even know what freedom means? The storms grew ferocious As the insects grew hungrier Biting his no-longer-velvety head In desperation He entered the shopping mall A wild animal, so they shot him dead I buried that bear on the little green hill Last patch of grass in the neighborhood, from the windowsill I watch the people Walking by, I wonder if they're evil... We all wanna be free But do we even know what freedom means?

Fifty pieces of paper Say, Go to where it's safer While in the sand, up in the clouds It matters what you say aloud Oh, child of God Open what you brought To the holidays, where everyone is waiting on your smile It's a country mile To the backdoor, open wide Like every single night But the air is the same as before Amen Fifty errors of judgement May bring you up to the summit And looking down, upon the town It matters if you're just a clown Oh, child of wolves Howl as it dissolves Into primal ooze, as everything is soaking in the brine It's a lonely time For a joker -- Ok, sir With every twist and turn Yet the plot isn't what you decide Amen Fifty years of suffering May bring you barely nothing But souvenirs of tribal fears It matters when your boss appears Oh, child of pain Temper your disdain For the regulars, like everybody waiting on the word It's a hungry third That is shaking, only now As every sacred cow With the blood on the hooves of the herd Amen

O Gaia Forgive me for my evil ways Upaya, lead me through this devil maze May I be able to be reborn Maybe as an olive tree, growing on some lonesome hillside Within the salty breeze Or a stone Sitting on the ground, slowly breaking down, only Falling to my knees, knowing Centuries of hurt, growing Onions in the dirt, sowing Rhododendron seeds Oh, darling... O Tara Bless me with a point of view Tomorrow, we'll know where we're headed to May we be able to breathe as one Maybe as a summer storm, growing like a hurricane gale Within a human form Or an eye Searching in the dark, blinking at the spark, only Trillions of hours, seeing Faces of despair, being Carried on the air, we have Lost our superpowers Oh, Mother...

What I know Here is everything One Everyone's driving a car Zooming around the bazaar Everyone's booming directions But nobody knows where they are Study hard, study all day long... Two People are dying to change Everyone knows they're deranged Everyone loves to be natural But people are covered in mange Is it serious, is it really even there at all? Nothing but thunder Nothing to believe but you Hidden in all of your need Is there evidence, is there evidence of something more? Oh, anymore Beyond the structure Nothing but a single star Shining through all of your war Grinding down all of your greed People will never agree People can never be free Three Nobody knows what they mean People are caught in a dream People will stay in their lane Everyone sticks with their pain Everyone loves to imagine But people will go with the grain

I am a ghost, but I'm not yet dead I've got a monstrous secret weighing on my head-- --ing to my institution for awhile Only mistakes -- but smile I'm where I belong I am a man, but without a form I've got a pocket inside a pocket, hidden in my dorm-- --itory, will be valid for a year Only regrets in here Yet nobody's wrong My power is to drift like smoke Under doors, in cabinet drawers In-between the broken pieces Of this New York City dream I'm -- tumbling on through this New York City scene I'm tumbling on...tumbling on... I'm tumbling on...tumbling on... I have never-ending coffee spoons and trays I get a sense of it in old tunes and prayers The limitless space The limitless Space