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Eliot's Psalm
02:10
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You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.
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Stimulie*
05:15
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clove cigarette take me to a place where The Sun don’t shine
caught lonely, only in the place where the little boy lost & found his mind
I’m gonna find a way, I’m gonna find a way to steal that tattoo off her thigh
ride high in the ember of the elusive, side of space with my time
you’re gonna feel it. it’s on me now. yeah, yeah
all that you get ain’t ever enough, yeah I want it more & more (and more)
got 3 in the pocket, but I feel like I can rock it till the skin don’t bleed for sure
I wanna be inside, I wanna eat the light and burn this motherfucker down
kiss fate on the cheek so I can get my freak on, will you come with me?
so can you feel it? yeah, that’s all me girl. yeah, yeah
I got a feelin’- tell me who you feelin’. oh yeah, we go
pride. ego. lust. in you forever. pride. ego. lust. we are forever more
more, more, more
youth remains as pure as water. today they seem to favor you
truth remains as pure as water. today they seem to favor you
pride. ego. lust. in you forever. pride. ego. lust. we are forever more
clove cigarette take me to a place where The Son still shines
so lonely, only in the place where the little boy lost & found his rhyme
I’m gonna be the one, I’m gonna be The Son
another serpent, too, shall die
ride high in the ember of this illusion, truth in my stimulie
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3. |
Let the Boy Watch
04:24
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face him, shame her. revel in
she’s a dish, here she comes again. face is red beneath the snow
girl plays a new face. hello then.
he only sees what she wants to see. pretty boys all in a row
face him, shame her. echo in.
she only sees what he wants to see. pretty girls all in a row
she let the boy watch, suffer & play. he’s all growns up now. yeah, yeah
shake the enemy. yeah, she likes it like that.
he’s the man cuz she’s so pretty. skin is red beneath the snow
face him, save her again.
she only bleeds when he wants to see red pretty girls under the snow
she let the boy watch, suffer & play. he’s all growns up now. yeah, yeah.
red pretty girls under the snow...
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4. |
A Means of Access
01:20
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There is only one way to solve a problem: the right way. But, what makes the right way different from the wrong way? In order to discern between right and wrong, one must understand the difference between good and evil. The inner struggle, that can tear apart the soul, must be won by the individual. The inner core of being is formed, and decisions are made accordingly. The actions executed beyond awareness infiltrate the outer realms of the being. Curiosity of existence is initiated by the acceptance of eventual non-existence. Throughout the journey of self understanding one can only hope to declare knowledge beyond normalcy. This aspect provides relentless confidence, although completely unwarranted. Unaware of the perpetual propensity that life induces, opinions flood the mind with confusion. Suddenly, right and wrong have infinite shades of grey between them. Comprehension is muddied, knowledge is pushed aside, experience is disheveled, and only instinct remains as the driving force, for progress; a movement toward finding a means of access to the mind and soul.
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5. |
Dirty 30
02:53
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I kick it Dirty 30, no longer fiendin’ for the sweet spot
sweet went sour, now your boy’s got the sure shot
I know it’s cliche, girl, I got to say I been around the world with the he-say, she-say
it’s all the same. roll dice take the blame, last time had names changin’ in the fuckin’ rain
not a gain. a place where the joke slang. chaos with a smile, Hyde Dr. Jekyl’s wings
and that’s the air I breathe, this the life I lead. bless this pain in me- it will set me free
a young boy one day becomes a man. I understand, please God take my right hand
cuz’ I’m gon keep my left cocked, she’s a southpaw. slave to the truth, that be my downfall
that’s what it is, on your marks- here we fuckin’ go! your boy D’s in the house, enjoy the show
in truth to you, I remain. an angels wings will mother me.
and on the day that I die, my only bride will speak no lie
so check it- it’s that pain, that truth, that life, that choice (you know)
it’s that pain, that truth, that life, this my boy...
let me speak on it- you know who it is, but I’m not goin’ that route
cuz’ I don’t truly understand the things I’m talking about
reassurance is hard to find when you’ve been living in doubt
I’ve been walking around for 30 years, just trying to to get out... (hold up)
5 & 0, that was my code. step inside D.C.’s and just let it unfold
can’t control when I flip the switch and get in the mode
find the coldest little honey, then I’m takin’ her home
for the rest of my life I wanna be myself. don’t wanna go and get the old Cyph off the shelf
right now I wanna express with D & The Belt
it’s been 6 long years and many hands I’ve been dealt. you know I felt joy, felt pain
never know what’s to gain- stress on my mind makes it hard to maintain
hall naw, I don’t feel shame. that’s part of life, man
every motherfucker breathin’ done some dumb thangs. that’s how the game is
you eithe play this or just get the fuck out the way, those your choices
a little somethin’ somethin’ from your boy, Cyph. ain’t nothin’, nothin’ like that bitch called life
I rip the flesh, suck the marrow- these bitches can’t hold a candle
with everything that I’ve battled, I’m bound to fly off the handle
I gotta slow down, I know this. don’t let me go now, give a kiss
a pleasure it’s been to bask with you in the sun of my abyss
I guess I’ll just keep rollin’ & flowin’ and doing my thang
hands on your hips, my lady- that’s where the truth bangs
ass like a showcase. fuck me- I make it tough. welcome to a day in the life of never enough
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6. |
Sound & a Blanket
04:59
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Never knew a girl rock a hat quite like you, Baby
Never seen a smile make the words oh-so true
Never seen a woman's eyes confess so
In this body I will bleed the truth in your way
Lady, believe in me
Bring patience
In this blood
And you hold the way
Baby, we rise & fall
Since I've been lovin' you
And you turn me on
Angels to guide my way
I'm falling to pieces girl
I sing and they pray
And may the promise of sleep free me from falling into it, right?
But what if I've been asleep this whole time?
Until you?
Do you, do you remember?
In a different time, when everything rhymed & made sense in your head?
Holding onto sound & a blanket
We're just holding onto sound & a blanket
Find your truth in mine
Release so fine
Waters to wine
Ever the day I breathe inside your eyes
Woman, I pray you find yourself in this time
And if I give you mine
Make yourself anyway
Listen for the infinite sound & a blanket
Ever the day you breathe inside my eyes
Woman, I pray we find ourselves in this time
Ever the day I breathe inside your eyes
Woman, I pray you find yourself in this time
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7. |
Hear*
05:04
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light & I have blinded me. truth, love remain supreme. taste of salt in my dream
I’ll be your wandering man, just let me wander as I am. kill this blasphemy.
she don’t give a damn. love paint her colors on me. she, holy trinity. blessed are all who can see
let God reveal this truth to me. I’ve given myself for all to see. hear me. hear me
weather is never a whether for me. I sleep in the presence above. out of place, and so I chase
dream alive. young man die. I’ve found her. young man die. young man fly. I’ve found her!
young man fly. she hear the me, she give love. sweet is the touch, and I’m done.
she believe in me, she is love. real is her touch, I’m so done.
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8. |
Twinkie Nation
02:32
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9. |
Por Vida*
05:08
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play that music, Lover. play me all night long. I love you like no other. I feel like we belong
hurricane man gonna spin you around, child. wanna make you scream again.
big bad wolf got a mind of his own now. we don’t have to pretend
with you, I remember how the story goes. on that Pale September, let your light always show
pray for me, my Mother. you remain my song.
real- so you can believe me. I do believe in you. Brother, bless the essence within me
Sister Innocence, true. with you I remember how the story goes. on that Pale September
let your light always show. take my hand, my Brother. take me, make me strong
so real- you can believe me. I do believe in you. Brother, bless the essence within me.
Sister Innocence, true. play that music, Lover. pray for me, my Mother.
take my hand, my Brother. I feel like we belong. I feel like we belong
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DR Belt Houston, Texas
DR Belt, out of Houston, TX, is a bass driven, progressive rock band with emphasis in the alternative/funk/metal genre with pop oriented vocals. Influenced heavily by bands such as Primus, Faith No More, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Incubus, Muse, and many more, DR Belt embraces and embellishes on their naturally occurring 90's grunge/power pop feel. ... more
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