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Letras: Universal Truths and Cycles

1. Wire Greyhounds
2. Skin Parade
3. Zap
4. Christian Animation Torch Carriers
5. Cheyenne
6. Weeping Bogeyman
7. Back to the Lake
8. Love 1
9. Storm Vibrations
10. Factory of Raw Essentials
11. Everywhere With Helicopter
12. Pretty Bombs
13. Eureka Signs
14. Wings of Thorn
15. Car Language
16. From a Voice Plantation
17. Ids Are Alright
18. Universal Truths and Cycles
19. Father Sgt. Christmas Card

Wire Greyhounds

My tongue that moves slow
A minute before the evil street
Breath woman captures a ghost
Blurring sweat heads eat noodlestuff

Sit up and beg

For slivers of language
That the night air might offer

Pin back your ears
And feed...

Skin Parade

For Chrissakes, Charley
Send them your love
Pictures from happier times
When babies acted like babies
So did the grown-ups
The band played "We All Fall Down"
And some of us did...

Fly off the wheel
Travel highwired
There are movements necessary
Then there is unnecessary motion
It happens all the time
You can see it swim

In the skin parade

Where other objects move too
Right through you

To the other side
It is come alive!
It is come alive

In the skin parade
In the parade of skin

Celebrating this level
Of concrete movement



What of the blessings?
Of the tired arms waiting for more?
At times
And if you sleep
And the pressure is then off
Where has it gone?
What blazing white giant
Pulls off the darkness?
Is it good for you
To ask for assistance?
And to ask for it for others also?
Next time you get sick you'll know
You might even see
You'll see

Christian Animation Torch Carriers

Sometimes her mother will work with her
But There's nothing wrong with her
There's nothing wrong with her
There's nothing wrong

So such is life that it writes itself
Trying to right itself
But There's nothing wrong with it
There's nothing wrong

And every single day without much to say
These apparitions raise a toast to their kind

The people who are these things
Are not afraid with you
And caring must go with the wisdom
Of their selections

Never can touch their sign language
So is the cost of sound barriers
Even as though she's still searching
For a cloud with a silver lining
We pray for her
She's burning slow
Out on a mission's light

Christian animation torch carriers
This is a shallow hole but faith makes it safe
Hiding inside a grave with no sound
No witness to see
With or without you

Christian animation torch carriers
However will you learn their sign language
However will you try to hide
Within their eyes?
Within them in life?


Cheyenne - The face of pride never died
Cheyenne - The true blue water
Cheyenne - I celebrate for you and I
Sifting through the pieces of the broken prize

Cheyenne - I'm sending out satellites
Cheyenne - I'm hovering quite largely
Cheyenne - In paradox in suicide
Cheyenne in white

And if an innocent minute lives for the light
The time is right
Define a line
To hold back the night - inside
A single glimpse of purity
In a flickering light
Cheyenne sees right

Cheyenne - A drama not acted out
Cheyenne - In destiny stay gazing
Cheyenne - In witnessing if I'm to miss
Cheyenne in white

The Weeping Bogeyman

"Make it" comes alive
In my private glass tent
A portable mortuary
But not yet gone
'Cus when it does, it does and then...
The ancient practice
Of mourning the phantom
Do you really think he
Would choose to inhabit the pore
Where his container was planted?
...can't imagine that

Back to the Lake

How can I look through
Their senseless side?
As much as I'd like to
All is not right - and it shows
All around you
Under the tree - a seed
Come in closer
There is a sign
Shaped in the mind

Pick up - for God's sake
When we call you back to the lake

How can I tell you
All that is wrong
Nothing invites you
Can't get along - with you now
And I try to
There is a page
It's still unwritten
Why can't you find
Time in your schedule
To pick up...

Oh, pick up for God's sake
When we call you back to the lake

Make no mistake
We will call you back to the lake

Love 1

I dig the way you skim
Light and fried like creme brulée
Svelt melta - pussyheart
Sweet and unwrinkled
'neath a thousand pounds of clothes
(expensive ones)

Storm Vibrations

Does she blend well?
Your choice, I mean?
Your angel baby monkey girl
The gift of smiles and love production
Her sunshine mind
Her storm cloud eyes
Blending colors into brown
Confusing emotions - deliberately
Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean?

And all the creases in your brow?
The red bed spread?
The storm vibrations?

The starless nights?
The shattered screen?

Allowing pain to enter
Let your guard/God down obviously

I will try to find you
No matter where you may go

It will try to find you
No matter who you may know

Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean?

Factory of Raw Essentials

Circular beast exhibit
Factory of raw essentials
Wrong examples
Palefoot front runners
For disease control
And with ease you can roll
Away the stone
And find no remnants
Of goodness
Roll away the stone
And find no remnant
Of goodness

Everywhere with Helicopter

Eyeline the driveway
Eye black the door
Sky all around me
Levels life from roof to floor

Trees and knees are lovely
Seek it, find the core
I have grown to life
Like all in silence
Wait for more

Everywhere with helicopter
Hard to follow/swallow
When I'm slow
Everywhere with helicopter
Sending off where lightning goes
(censor of the lightning ghosts)

I will try to fight them
I will let them nowhere to go
Try escape the pace
I'll say "God bless you"
Let me know

We know the answers
We fill us in
I do not diminish
Start to finish
Front to end

Everywhere with helicopter...

Pretty Bombs

Climbing up to greet you
And all the suns that shine above you
Pretty bombs will sing you
To sleep and you will dream of them

Out of one chance
Out of wonder

A secret box where hides it
They put their hearts inside it
No one has the keys
And so they lie to you

Loving arms attack you
With promises for when you check out
Are they so intrigued
By far off places over there

From inside their pretty cages
They creep out and up the hill
To follow them

Going places
All the same

Peeled in grace before the sunlight
Stripped of face and so the morning...

Eureka Signs

You tell me you've come to your senses
The coast is still in sight
Eureka signs - I'm slowing down
You had me to remind me
You told me to remind you

Hell in the eye of consensus
Approaching shreds of night
In bleakness, blind as the ocean's mind
You want to look behind you
You told me to remind you

The sinful eye
Offends you every time
Assailants' oversight
Their vision has no right
You want me to remind you

Every day it's the god awful same
I wanna go solo and drive

You told me to remind you

Wings of Thorn

My lonely mile
Is charming from above
Do not run my love
No one is harming you

Why do you dream
Of strange men in aeroplanes
And parachutes torn
By wings of thorn?

Your lovely smile
Should not be touched
Do not sip this poison
No one is hunting
No fox and no horn

Why do you fear
What takes to the air
Before it is borne
On wings of thorn?

Car Language

See the meaning of driving
And the driver insists
That you buckle up
Wild joy of traffic
And flashing metal interaction

And the mounting commotion
Could the driver resist
Selecting "simply no"
For last legs standing/
Auto-erotic satisfaction?

This is car language
Turned on by a signal
And everywhere we go
We do it fast
By automobile...

From a Voice Plantation

Who no longer can listen
Saw a gusty wind

Come up to listen
Before I was ten
and all of the evil grids
From a hill where rats consider

And they gang
And they topple
And they send a smoke ring
Into the onion field
A ghost!
And this can make you choke
Coming from the throat
Of a ghost!

And sent to my weak knees
From a voice plantation
All in together
In terror

The Ids Are Alright

How did I get to know ya?
How could I not?
All the time linking crimes in progress
With previous foul-ups
And we know secrets
And perfect cures

And once the answer
To all God's problems
Escaped us as quickly as it came
But that's O.K.
Because all things happen

Universal Truths and Cycles

As the icy breeze is shattered
By speaking to us warmly
(small ones stand up)
To the nation of duress
And God yes, it's a mess

We know this and that
The romantic soul for us
In the lost hierarchy of land
And landowners
And down will go back up
I must try to believe this

And if I may consider
To look out from an opening
Of freshly painted lines
And letter perfect designs

For we know this and that...

Father Sgt. Christmas Card

Fight me
Fight me in practice
Up from a squelch
A ten point power plant
No planning a rant
You get a clear man

Hunting a heart
Backed away in his pig
Father Sgt. Christmas Card
Gone jogging
Gumming the fun tunnel
And answer to no one
And not knowing this
So God bless you
Continue to speak

Oh, God, bless you!