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I sing, I wax poetic, I create the beats, I mix the FX. I am the band.
I do spoken word poetry, with some beats behind it.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,488
Peak in subgenre #162
Author
Rahkyt
Rights
2005
Uploaded
May 25, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.9 MB • 64 kbps • 4:12
Story behind the song
Started out as wordplay, quickly became something much more.
Lyrics
Syllabic surrealism signifies simple pleasures
Allotted equally,
In Euphemistic Eulogies.
The lives we lead logically lift us past
Loss,
Past levels of lucidity and loneliness,
Laughing, dancing, Revelers living
Logistically, syllogistically speaking;
Logos in languid repose.
Tiptoeing past Holiness, eyes averted,
Souls perverted by Passion purveyed,
Pimped and Hoed,
Rapine,
Sucking on
Split and cloven-hoofed toes.
Syllabic surrealism signifies simple pleasures
Allotted equally,
In Euphemistic Eulogies.
The Divinity looks down upon
Her Creation,
The Holy Station superimposed,
Angelic Host deposed by the imposition
Of, the Human Horde.
The Earth laid waste,
Lucifer’s beauteous visage a beacon
To the Illumined.
Oh, Holy One, Light of the Ages
To Thee we pray.
Of Thee we seek Knowledge of Self,
Horus, Child of the Sun,
You are the only One,
Jesus thine eyes provide sight to
The Blind,
Thy ears hear all of our Curses,
Our Blessings and our Fears
Through the Years
And Tears.
Syllabic surrealism signifies simple pleasures
Allotted equally,
In Euphemistic Eulogies.
Quantum Visions,
Microscopic incisions
Into Reality’s sordid seams
Reveal the Dreams of our Ancestors
To be what we really and truly need
To believe in the Future.
Cosmic surgeons stitch wounds with
Holy sutures,
Sing out of tune like cacophonic loons
Laughing at the human condition,
Pitiful beyond mention, and yet
Glorious beyond all pretensions.
And we must not forget the abstention
Of the Damned,
Those whose intellect supersedes that
Of the Divine Architect.
He who bleeds the Blood of our
Risen Savior,
She who releases the flood of
Superhuman behavior,
Beyond all thought of Mortal Life
Lies the eternal tide of the
Omniversal ride,
Better than any Theme Park
It is accessible only by
Success…
That which lies inside,
Hidden from your conscious mind
By egoistic diversions, the conscious
Manifestation of the Satanic Verses
Which are really the lies we tell ourselves
In order to hide, from God.
Syllabic surrealism signifies simple pleasures
Allotted equally,
In Euphemistic Eulogies.
That Holy Synod,
The Tripartite One,
Holy Eye of the Sun.
The Pineal gland demands
Access to the Ultimate Dimension,
Inner sight looses the Manna of
Spiritual Delight,
Possibility arises from the depths,
Jacob’s Ladder leads us to the
Stairway to Heaven
As we step past the Mortal Domain,
Leaving behind our material
Remains.
Look past the mask,
Delve deeper.
Awaken the Keeper of the Keys;
Beware Leviathan who sleeps in the Deep;
Beyond Soma and She Who Weeps,
Persephone’s sorrowful sighs
Surpass Orpheus’s Dreams and
Morpheus’s Visions of a transcendent
Tomorrow.
Syllabic surrealism signifies simple pleasures
Allotted equally,
In Euphemistic Eulogies.
So seek Superiority.
Understand the Ubiquitous.
Open your mind to the Cosmos.
Listen to Street-curb Prophets.
Realize your Divinity and
Spread the Word that you have heard,
For
Syllabic surrealism signifies simple pleasures
Allotted equally,
In euphemistic eulogies.
Syllabic surrealism signifies simple pleasures
Allotted equally,
In Euphemistic Eulogies.
