Assorted
Slums of Columbia
Dragged myself home by the crack of noon
Time to spy the setting of the lingering moon
Feeling out of whack and out of tune
A moment too late and yet too soon
Time to spy the setting of the lingering moon
Feeling out of whack and out of tune
A moment too late and yet too soon
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The Prince and The Slave
This ballad was among the very first in this cycle. It is a best effort at conveying the folk tales of John The Conqueror, a rich tradition of fables among the very first African-Americans which are deeply empowering even now to all those who suffer petty or serious tyranny.
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Gyroscape-archive
When Devi divided, slicing the pie
Yearning to look Herself in the Eye
Knew She existed, but had no clue why
Chaos gave birth to the Earth and the sky
One became Three so perspective could be
We’re still trying to solve the mystery
Yearning to look Herself in the Eye
Knew She existed, but had no clue why
Chaos gave birth to the Earth and the sky
One became Three so perspective could be
We’re still trying to solve the mystery
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Yippie!
An ode to the Grate Abbie Hoffman
Air thick with talk of sex peace and race
Paradigms shifting all over the place
Boat rocking from alienation and rage
A paradoxical patriot leapt to the stage
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Parnassus
There’s a little light inside my vain
Occluded obtuse overeager brain
It flickers off and flickers on again
Like the lamp of a darting subway train
I dearly wish I could find the switch
But it proves to be an elusive glitch
Occluded obtuse overeager brain
It flickers off and flickers on again
Like the lamp of a darting subway train
I dearly wish I could find the switch
But it proves to be an elusive glitch
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Profit of the Lord
I’ve come to bring you good news
Go on and sign up, nothing to lose
I’m very sure you haven’t heard
The greatest story ever put to words
Go on and sign up, nothing to lose
I’m very sure you haven’t heard
The greatest story ever put to words
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Millie’s Attic
Millie never shirked a day of work
She was the picture of the perfect clerk
She never typed off key or lost her smile
Misspelled a memo or misplaced a file
She was the picture of the perfect clerk
She never typed off key or lost her smile
Misspelled a memo or misplaced a file
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Desert Trance
Desert Trance at Quixotes
Desert Trance at Quixotes –> Click to play audio
set to music and performed by John Kadlecik
Sky was raining question marks
Spirits spinning bodies of dust
Air rippling with cobalt sparks
Finding new life with each new gust
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Rule of RAW
Deadicated to the Grate Mahatma Robert Anton Wilson, the imaginary writer
The science of synchronicity
Gratuitous fortuitous serendipity
It’s all that and a bushel of flax
House of cards and house of wax
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Set of Jewels
Sapphire locket wrapped on a spire
Flames licking out at the edge of fire
Insane indeed, but only north by northwest
It can be predicted but never guessed
Flames licking out at the edge of fire
Insane indeed, but only north by northwest
It can be predicted but never guessed
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Trumpets Without Keys
This piece was inspired by a Tucson area wanderer who Amana met at her day job in a smoke shop. It was believed that he was a veteran of both the military and MK-ULTRA. You can probably guess which brand of cheap reconstituted tobacco he preferred to spend his meager pennies on.
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Circuit Tree
This piece attempts to convey the Eight Circuit conception of neurolinguistic consciousness described by Timothy Leary and Robert Anton Wilson, among others. It also may be taken as an ascent through Chakras, although not in order. Notice that each verse includes its cardinal.
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Graphite
Hollywood’s gone awful green these days
To listen to all the stars
They sure are busy recycling scripts
While blowing up all those cars
To listen to all the stars
They sure are busy recycling scripts
While blowing up all those cars
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Ballad of The Lost Hippie
It was a typical hippie tale
He wasn’t buying the lying
Or wars they were trying to sell
He wasn’t cut out to fail
So he grew his mind and hair
And let everything else go to hell
He wasn’t buying the lying
Or wars they were trying to sell
He wasn’t cut out to fail
So he grew his mind and hair
And let everything else go to hell
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Past the Last Chance
Victory just isn’t in these cards
Dreams and waking don’t line up
Eyes to the side, stiff and on guard
Nursing an empty bottomless cup
Glancing up from mirror shards
Wondering how it got to be this hard
Dreams and waking don’t line up
Eyes to the side, stiff and on guard
Nursing an empty bottomless cup
Glancing up from mirror shards
Wondering how it got to be this hard
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Gilded Cage
Cracked my egg in a gilded cage
Penned in tight, a child of rage
Issued me a list of rules and sins
But I didn’t know what a mess I was in
Penned in tight, a child of rage
Issued me a list of rules and sins
But I didn’t know what a mess I was in
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All Due Electricity
Hunting out the words between the words
Listening for visions crying to be heard
It’s a mission measured in melody
Wholeness, integrity and clarity
Listening for visions crying to be heard
It’s a mission measured in melody
Wholeness, integrity and clarity
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Smuggling Smoke
Standby for the catch-phrase king
Hanging on to his high by a very thin string
Superhero quick and Houdini slick
As white rabbits leap from his bag of tricks
Hanging on to his high by a very thin string
Superhero quick and Houdini slick
As white rabbits leap from his bag of tricks
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Xochipilli’s Mask
No Turn Left
How I need a place to park my wheels
Cool my jets and heat my heels
Hardly holding out against the tilt
Racing inside this maze they built
Cool my jets and heat my heels
Hardly holding out against the tilt
Racing inside this maze they built
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Less Epic
I got something up my sleeve
A trick which will drop your jaw
So slick it’ll bend what you believe
And have you question what you saw
Once you’ve seen a giant rabbit
Pull wizards from a black top hat
The only conclusion left to draw
Is this might be sanity’s last straw
A trick which will drop your jaw
So slick it’ll bend what you believe
And have you question what you saw
Once you’ve seen a giant rabbit
Pull wizards from a black top hat
The only conclusion left to draw
Is this might be sanity’s last straw
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Queen of Strings
There isn’t a thing she can’t do with string
On a mission to tie the world up in a ring
White lotus petals along trails she treads
Catches moonbeams in a bindi crystal
Held to her head by the thinnest of threads
On a mission to tie the world up in a ring
White lotus petals along trails she treads
Catches moonbeams in a bindi crystal
Held to her head by the thinnest of threads
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Notable Quotables
These are bits of Magma which were worth writing down at the moment.
“We’re writing tomorrow’s cliches, today.” -IR
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Boom and Bust
In the garden we gathered whatever we’d need
Till we were driven out by our insatiable greed
It was all over once the ape stood up straight
Lifted a hand to redefine fate
Couldn’t see the forests for the wood
Confused by the fruiting body of evil and good
Till we were driven out by our insatiable greed
It was all over once the ape stood up straight
Lifted a hand to redefine fate
Couldn’t see the forests for the wood
Confused by the fruiting body of evil and good
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Peephole
All I can remember
Is that I always forget
The timing of whatever
Hasn’t happened yet
Is that I always forget
The timing of whatever
Hasn’t happened yet
Drowning in duties
And tangled in debt
Dazzled by beauty
And hedging my bets
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Dharma Map
I went to see the guru
To score some destiny
Just enough to tide me through
‘Til I could fix my color TV
To score some destiny
Just enough to tide me through
‘Til I could fix my color TV
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Catch of the Day
The net I set is of my self-spun web
Still and silent through surge and ebb
The trick is not calling the catch too soon
Drag the diamonds in by the clock of the moon
Still and silent through surge and ebb
The trick is not calling the catch too soon
Drag the diamonds in by the clock of the moon
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The Mother of All Problems
{Chorus}
It’s the Mother of all problems
Compounding original debt
Crushed under our cracking columns
Those pillars be the death of us yet
It’s the Mother of all problems
Compounding original debt
Crushed under our cracking columns
Those pillars be the death of us yet
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Whether Vain
Too many cooks in this crowded kitchen
Don’t even have a clue
All the seasoning you’re pitchin’
Into my hoodoo stew
Don’t even have a clue
All the seasoning you’re pitchin’
Into my hoodoo stew
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Magnetism
If you’re looking for sunshine
But forgetting the rain
If you’re blinded by fire
To pitfalls and pain
If you are driven by desire
And conquests to gain
But forgetting the rain
If you’re blinded by fire
To pitfalls and pain
If you are driven by desire
And conquests to gain
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Lattice of Errors
The first thing I ever learned about plans
Is that you’d better factor in the glitch
Expeditions hanging on human hands
Rarely return without a hitch
Is that you’d better factor in the glitch
Expeditions hanging on human hands
Rarely return without a hitch
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Concrescence
In the end all the stories fall into one
In the end all the worries roll into the sun
In the end all the glories turn tail and run
In the end we’ll know we’ve barely begun
In the end all the worries roll into the sun
In the end all the glories turn tail and run
In the end we’ll know we’ve barely begun
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Rhapsody in Retrograde
Quite a crisis on Haywire Hill
By now we ought to know the drill
It’s enough to make old Murphy ill
Any glitch which can pop up probably will
By now we ought to know the drill
It’s enough to make old Murphy ill
Any glitch which can pop up probably will
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Pine Cone Ridge
Trap doors in shifting floors
As I tumble from the sky
Where half a blink before
I swear I knew how to fly
As I tumble from the sky
Where half a blink before
I swear I knew how to fly
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Locksmiths
There’s buried treasure
Forgotten and hidden
Maps to pleasures
Long forbidden
Means to measure
Myriad dimensions
And blueprints for cultures
Awaiting invention
Forgotten and hidden
Maps to pleasures
Long forbidden
Means to measure
Myriad dimensions
And blueprints for cultures
Awaiting invention
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