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Phelps/Hypocycloid: Dreams From Purgatory
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by Hypocycloid
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Peace Love & Fire
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Elvis Wants Me
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released 01 January 2004
Jim Phelps, John McKusick, Mike Funaiole and friends. - license
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- Track Name: Things Bukowski taught me
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We are only the smeared shit
Across the sand paper tissues
left in the trash
of a dirty bar room crapper
Discarded by a man too impatient
to stay and finish
or for that matter flush
To be a man
is to be proud and stupid
To be an intelligent man
is simply to realize this
Do not trust the Gods
for they are just older versions
of proud stupid men
Neither young women
nor old whisky
provide any real comfort
but the combination
can get you through the night
You should have more pride
when you fart
then you do in your art
for the fart is the souls method of laughing
and unlike your art
it succeeds in its quest
The joke of life
is easier to swallow
if youre already laughing
death is a cruel punch line - Track Name: The Healing Power of Death
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I wake
to ashtrays filled with half burned regrets
and the sent of stale sex
I stumble
over empty bottles
from empty nights
with empty people
I think of Her
Her
Her with a capital (H)
There is always a (Her) in a poem like this
She is with him now
I guess theres always a him as well
we can use a small (h) for him
He was always there
he just waited around until he could pick up the pieces the rest of us left behind
A better man then me?
Well if you believe in that fairy tale bullshit
When she left is when I first began swimming in bottles of quickie death
Quickie Death is a lot like wine
only three times as strong
three times as deadly
and three times as quick
a slow suicide at best
slower then what?
a bullet I guess
but not by much
She is happy now
and I have a jack hammer in my head
as I lie in an empty bed
Thinking of Her
Her
Her
Her with a capital (H) - Track Name: Penut Butter Jelly Kisses
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A shiny star
beautiful
beautiful
beautiful star
a beautiful shiny star
has fallen on a dark lonely planet
fallen to bring light
fallen to bring love
fallen to bring a smile
fallen
fallen
Fallon
my secret wish
my happy dream
my magic place
the memories we hold
the memories we make
secret
happy thought simple joy
pure
love
you make me pure
you make me smile
you make me dance
oh angel of all the light
come and dance my silly daddy dance
come and play our silly games
daddy lion roooooooar
Fallon lion roooooooar
bounce Fallon bounce
spin Fallon spin
run to Daddy
run to the door
run to daddy
peanut butter and jelly kisses
climb on Daddy
jump on Daddy
oh angel of all the light
sing me your special songs
tell me your special dreams
make the bad day fade away
kiss the moon
touch the clouds
Fallon lion goes rooooooar
Daddy lion goes roooooar
listen to my words
love
joy
warm
family
always home
home is in your eyes
and peace is in your smile
oh angel of all the light
I would slay a hundred dragons or more
make all the monsters disappear
kiss the frogs and eat the dirt
walk across ceilings
and dance on top of traffic
swim in the goo
roll in the mud
save the world and burn it as well
roar at the lions and laugh at the angry
I would steal a world of joy
wrap it in a box
and give it to you
just to see
to feel
to make
you smile - Track Name: Peace Love & Fire
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Woodstock has been burning for years now
we only showed you where the flames were
Megadeth kicked the peace salesmans ass
who would of thought that Dave Mustane had their number all along
"Peace sells, but whose buying?"
Sure they sold peace
but we sold Anarchy
Im not sure which is worse
I still have punk rock on CD
but I dont play it anymore
because when I do
it makes me cry
when you can no longer bang the cell bars
slam that tin cup as hard as you can
but no sound will come out
that is when you know we all sold our souls
the last drop of truth has at last returned to the soil
out of the hole in Wendy O Williams head - Track Name: Elvis Wants Me
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Elvis wants me
(A frighteningly true story.)
We were on two hits each and the shit was strong. It was the kind of acid that made it impossible of doing anything other than listening to long ass African drum music. Which is exactly what we were doing. Boom! Bang! A boom! Boom! Bang! Went the sacred stereo speakers as we sat in the darkness watching time loose its balance.
We were three hours into the trip when it hit me. Like a life-changing message of cosmic proportions, an overwhelming need to be alone had come over me, not alone in the sense of being by ones self but alone in the sense of being in ones own chosen reality. Magic place where all dreams, desires and hallucinations come to play with you. Place without Kings, Queens or Gods. Place where the ugly are beautiful and the evil kind, the poor are rich and the prisoners free. Place void of inferiority, a great orgy of equality: freedom, pure and simple. I call this place Magic Land and I was determined to get there.
I knew the only way to find this place was to leave the others. So I stood up and cleared my throat. "Im going," I announced as I walked out the door, hoping that there would be no further discussion.
"What the fuck do you mean - youre going?" Angel protested.
The Idea that someone would actually leave in the middle of a trip is unheard of. There is a connection that comes with tripping together that is as strong as love, well at least for eight hours or so. Breaking this seemed like blasphemy. The connection was even stronger between Angel and me, because we were what you would call trip partners for one another. We had danced along the edge of sanity in Coply Plaza. We had found where the buildings became flowers and the flowers became buildings. We had found the Garden of Eden imprisoned by Scientologist. Its there Ive seen it, and the bastards are not letting it go. Angel was my babysitter for my heavy apocalyptic trip. I almost didnt come back from that one. I guess that is why she was afraid to let me go. "You cant go outside like that, its not safe."
"Let him go!" Morris spoke up. "He needs this." Somehow that satisfied us all and I was allowed to leave.
I walked out the door unquestioned and stepped into the madness. The moment you hit the outdoors when youre tripping is a simultaneous dance of joy and fear. The fear only seems to fuel the joy. When youre tripping you have a heightened awareness of the size of the planet and the unlimited potential to be found outside that door. You can look up into the stars and realize you are looking at infinity, and you can understand what that means. I began my one-man expedition, my plan was simple find a hallucination and follow it to Magic Land. Along the way I stopped under each streetlight in an attempt to take in that power. I figured this way when I was in the dark areas I could glow, and I would still be able to see because I had brought the light with me; brilliant, isnt it?
Oddly enough I was not seeing any hallucinations to follow. Even when Im not tripping I can see severed heads out of the corner of my eye, but now there was nothing. Who would of thought that on two hits I wouldnt see anything. I was expecting that Toucan himself would come running along screaming "follow the nose, it always knows." Instead there was nothing. I wondered if the trip Gods were saving me up for the big one this time.
I walked for a while and found myself at the Lawrence-Methuen border. Like the clam flats it is neither land or water just a great pile of fish shit. There I was swimming in the shit when it arrived. It began as a car that appeared to be moving in slow motion. Something seemed wrong about it. Actually, that isnt correct, there was nothing wrong about it, but there was something that was not quite right. At first, I couldnt make out what it was, but something was hanging out of the drivers door. It was white, I was sure about that. In fact, it was glowing white. Still, what it was I couldnt say. I looked at it hard trying to find out what it was. I looked at it so hard that I didnt notice that the car had stopped.
At last, I looked up and noticed who the driver was. He was there waiting for me to see him. He was there shinning with a light that was brighter than my own. He was there with the aura of history and fame. He was there with the presence of a king. He was there with all the glory and the subtext. He was Elvis!
Elvis in that white jump suit from the Hawaii show. His cape was stuck in the car door. He must have forgotten to pull it in when he jumped into his Monte Carlo to come get me. Why not a Cadillac, I dont know. But why argue with the details, this was Elvis.
I understood this all. I knew what it was; divine madness. Elvis was to be my chauffeur to Magic Land. How perfect, I thought, Elvis and I dancing in a world of legends and lunatics. Where leprechauns and naked nymphs will bring us margaritas and chocolate covered cherries all day long as we listen to Janis Joplin singing the blues with Hendrix, and Marilyn Monroe does a strip tease for the Pope. Guilt free gluttony, angels and demons having an orgy in mud and honey. It would be a place where everything was real. Scenery by Dali, and a screenplay by Dr. Seuss. It will be perfect freedom.
Elvis gave me a knowing wink and then nodded his head and smiled. I nodded my head as well and gave him an even bigger smile back. He drove the car around so the passenger door was facing me. He leaned over opened the door and padded the seat motioning me to get in.
I was just about to get in when the horrible truth came up and hit me. (Wham!) It was at this time when I realized my situation. This was not a hallucination, and that was not Elvis. This was some fucked up guy dressed as Elvis, and he was trying to solicit me for sex. That is what all this was about. This fucking guy was some perverted Elvis fan from hell trying to have sex with me.
I ran! I ran as fast as I could. I ran faster than I have ever run in my whole life. I ran blocks and miles. I ran all the way to my house, locked the door and hid under the bed. There it was all of it. Elvis! The subtext was not lost on me. Elvis! The hero of my parents generation! Elvis! The king of all things plastic. It was all there, and it all wanted to have sex with me! Elvis wanted to fuck me! I cried holding my eyes shut, trying to make it all go away.
There is a moral to this story, boys and girls. Before you try and play with a hallucination, you better make damn sure that it is a hallucination! - Track Name: Dreams from Purgatory Part 3: Under a Neon Sun
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Dreams From Purgatory part 3
Under a neon sun
The dead do not sleep in this town
They walk around all day bumming change from you
And stealing your car radios at night
The dead are a great annoyance to the living
And they are beginning to out number us
Sucking away at what little soul this town has left
The dead are artist that do not create
Instead they just feed off each other
Praising one another for their nothingness
The dead are walking voids
Black holes
That will suck you in if you get too close
Soon this town will be empty yet full
Infested with nothing
For we are all dead or dying under the neon sun - Track Name: Dreams from Purgatory part 6: Pick a Tree
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Dreams from Purgatory part 6:
Pick a Tree
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Death does not interest me now
I do not believe in endings anymore
To climax
To peak
to splat
Shutter to think
This or that
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Never stop climbing
realize infinity
mock your anger
for it mocks you
mocks purpose
or the pleasant lack of
4,
Swimmers are a fool
they fight the current
that is only mothers pleasant caress
why fight her love
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Are these my words
or theirs
it would be better if they were yours
2. part 1
Safe in words
are minds
2. part 2
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