Lyrics

1. (SIDE A) Storm : Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven, Gathering Storm, Cancer Towers on Holy Road Hi-way.

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It's gonna be a long long time
It's gonna be a long long time

2. (SIDE B) Static: Terrible Canyons of Static, Chart #3, World Police and Friendly Fires, The Buildings They Are Sleeping Now.
    At the tone... 3 hours, 21 minutes; coordinated universal time

...prepared in innocence to meet our king of glory
And so we have this
You have it in your secret windows
And you're understanding to understand it and to bring it forth
It takes minute detail
It takes a holy life
It takes emotions
It takes dedication
It takes dedication
It takes a death
And only God can allow it
And you couldn't do it if you're not the seed of God
And so the path through the great corridors
These are corridors unto his perfection
That is which the prophet and the Urim and Thummim has penetrated
That through this great sea of blackness
That I penetrated through these corridors
And I went through that last segment
Where I went through these dark serpentines
I passed through that corridor
Where they sat, where they are
And when you penetrate to the most high God
You will believe you are mad
You will believe you've gone insane
But I tell you if you follow the secret window
And you die to the ego nature
You will penetrate this darkness
Oh yes there's many a man or woman
That's been put in the insane asylum
When this has happened to them
And they're sitting there today, people think they're insane
But they saw something that's real
And they see it when they're on drugs
The only thing is they see it
Not through the light of God, and the way I show you
I show you to see it through the light of God
And the understanding of God
Because when you see the face of God, you will die
And there will be nothing left of you
Except the God-man, the God-woman
The heavenly man, the heavenly woman
The heavenly child
There'll be prayer on your lips day and night
There'll be a song of jubilee waiting for your king
There will be nothing you will not be be looking for in this world
Except in for your god
This is all a dream
A dream in death

And so I went through that window
And the tower of hell and the great serpentines of the highest order
And I went through that when I showed you chart #3
The question is asked and learned and someone who can turn this _ of this horrible _ of my _
All infront of me can now ask me a question
You need to ask, from the right _ or the right _ out of Urim and Thurrim
I can give you unspoken words that's never been spoken, it's not in your bible
Yet, it does clarify what is spoken in the bible...

3. (SIDE C) Sleep: Murry Ostril [They Don't Sleep Anymore On The Beach], Monhelm, Broken Windows, Locks of Love Part III.
    It was Coney Island, they called Coney Island the playground of the world

There was no place like it, in the whole world, like Coney Island when I was a youngster

No place in the world like it, and it was so fabulous. Now it's shrunk down to almost nothing...you see

And, uh, I still remember in my mind how things used to be, and...uh, you know, I feel very bad

But people from all over the world came here...from all over the world...it was the playground they called it the playground of the world...over here

Anyways, you see, I...uh...you know...I even got, when I was very small, I even got lost at Coney Island, but they found me...on the...on the beach

And we used to sleep on the beach here, sleep overnight..they don't do that anymore. Things changed...you see

They don't sleep anymore on the beach


4. (SIDE D) Antennas To Heaven: Moya Sings Baby-O, Edgy Swingset Acid, She Dreamt She Was A Bulldozer She Dreamt She Was Alone in An Empty Field, Deathkamp Drone, Antennas To Heaven.
    What'll we do with the baby-o?
What'll we do with the baby?
What'll we do with the baby-o?

Wrap him up in a tablecloth
Throw him up in the old hayloft
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

Every time the baby grins
Give my baby another bottle of gin
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

Every time the baby cries
Stick my finger in the babies eyes
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o

Be careful, my friend
He told me, if you want we will play
He told me, if you want we will play
Be careful, my friend, my friend
With the feet is like that. How how? Like that
The good king ...
King Dagobert ...
King Dagobert put his pants backwards but c'ètait an idiot
CoCoCo the monkey, early yesterday, the tot in her small cage, he told me, if you want we will play
Be careful, my friend, my friend, balalalalalala
Dagobert King took a stand upside down
We sing a little Titanic: ground floor falalala
    


 Cover Rendered By– John Arthur Tinholt