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Hard On For Poetry
04:08
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2. |
Betty Blue
03:12
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4. |
Wall Street
01:34
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Wall Street
The spirits shout
filling up the night.
Crying children
raped by the market.
Sold out future
by loansharks,
shaking wall street down.
By being cheated,
by the politically
correct law.
Being sold
by the dealers vision.
The aluminium
modern man
is shaking
being prosecuted
by pollution,
the death of man.
Playing with the last
breath of life,
that still lingers on,
by holding humanity
in prison,
in the palm of their hand.
By the very few,
with all the power.
Fate in one finger
nuclear button decision.
Their evil imperialistic
nuclear government.
In a world
where poverty
means nothing,
now, when their wealth,
is less;
the Almighty
is pulling humanity
down to it's knees.
The spirits shout
filling up the night.
Crying children, raped
by the market.
Sold out future
by loansharks.
Shaking Wall Street down.
Shaking Wall Street down!
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5. |
Nietzsche
04:56
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Rolling eyes
in a black
abnormal confusion.
Nietzsche is sending
a goofy smile
with a dead twist.
Drilling his nose with a pen,
while watching the stars
drop down and bleed.
Dropping word
from
the psychedelic twilight world.
"Elvis, and all the starry, starry friends,
I'm alive and well!"
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6. |
Suicide Jesus
03:17
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7. |
Sweet Suicidal Soul
03:46
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Can you hear
the beat whisper
so dim and so quiet
while in it's lows?
In the deepest
ancestral thoughts
can you feel
the uprising hope
from
the ancient sun
in your labyrinth mind?
Where the fresh new future
awaits you,
in it's profound essence.
Smoothly,
silently
pounding.
Wait,
someone's
knocking on your door
to let the light in.
So please
listen to the calms of silence
of the sacred hope,
in the night.
Wait,
Please don't leave!
(twirling from the sounds of echo)
Our time
will surely come,
sweet suicidal soul.
Our time will surely come!
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8. |
Poetic Cock
02:03
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9. |
Black Psychedelic Soul
03:00
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11. |
One
07:15
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One
***
The Key Of Knowledge
Like a world full of secrets
I want to explain
my thoughts become words
for them to remain
seeking path of wisdom
of the key that I adore
the key of hidden knowledge
the key to the door
the key to the doors,
to the light.
But there is one thing I know
that has to be done
it's to seize the day of beauty
that is full of its fruits
It's for us to be full
of freedom and truth
given by the unknown
force we can not see.
But there is one thing I know
that has to be done:
Is to seize the day of beauty
that is full of its fruits
It is for us to be full
of freedom and truth
given by the unknown
force we can not see.
Life is full of moments
I would like to enjoy
life is full of spots
I want to explore
spots in every corner
like a half opened door
for me it's like the light
of earth creations core.
***
Search your soul!
Search your soul!
You might find!
***
Presence
Future's left
past has come
too much slept
present won
one too many
days have gone
have to try to
catch just one.
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12. |
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Vilmar
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13. |
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In the embrace of a new morning,
seize the moment of higher learning.
The day is holy in its presence
a repeated start of your life.
While the seconds beat like a drum, in its essence
treasure your life of being as gold
filled with sequenced moments
of the truth of time your life created.
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14. |
Ganesha
01:18
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15. |
the Key of Knowledge
05:01
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The Key Of Knowledge
Like a world full of secrets,
I want to explain.
My thoughts become words,
for them to remain.
Seeking path of wisdom,
of the key that I adore.
The key of hidden knowledge,
the key to the door,
the key to the doors, to the light.
But there is one thing I know
that has to be done
it's to seize the day of beauty
that is full of its fruits
It's for us to be full
of freedom and truth
given by the unknown
force we can not see.
But there is one thing I know,
that has to be done.
It' to seize the day of beauty,
that is full of its fruits.
It's for us to be full,
of freedom and truth.
Given by the unknown,
force we cannot see.
Life is full of moments,
I would like to enjoy.
Life is full of spots,
I want to explore.
Spots in every corner,
like a half opened door.
For me it's like the light,
of earth's creation core.
Search your soul!
Search your soul!
You might find!
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16. |
Asperger
05:04
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Filmar Jr. Reykjavik, Iceland
Vilmar Pedersen is an Icelandic musician and poet
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