Absent Minded
On satellite for years and slipping away
my first middle and last names are songs
it all makers sense to me
and i lead through hypnosis and word of mouth and blue lights of stereos
of ignorance being bliss
and with the ultimatum, of spy versus spy
ans the sick twisted fact that psychologically what i do
and what you see and what you know
and i do in my life and living room privately
will change yours forever depending if your smart enough to catch on
depending if your a good person
or a someone who needs to be humbled
i don't neglect building up and tearing down the population
and on this satellite
in my life which truly isn't a show
i have gone to great lengths to protest wars and criminal acts
and buy esoteric seeds to place among the criminal and insane within logic
and reason i myself had no longer possessed
to become a liar making up stories leaving those who find me
swaying in the thought processes of truth and denial
and then break down the metaphor of what i am doing
to lift another veil of what i truly am as my walls have many eyes
and I've named them many eccentric names and they have games to play
which curses the harpies
and will one day be the new satanism I'm sure
but i have gone from group to group in high school
from popular to geek to grunge
to jocks to cheerleaders
and hung out with each different crowd
and then i moved to a new town
and did it again
hung out with the drug addicts
the goth
the losers
the drug addicts
and then ended up in jail to purchase what i needed to do
for the better ment of mankind
placed myself amongst criminals
and studied the system of undercover cops
and gangsters and gangs in action
and then i got bored
so i slid again
into the arms of psychiatrists and the mentally ill
From there i slid into the arms of the drug addicts and counselors
and read as many peoples fortunes as I could
meeting people in gangs and bikers and the Mafia
trying to get off the sauce and stop smoking drugs
and while doing all this sliding
i was psychoanalyzing, making memories, being metaphors
lieing an cheating and stealing
at the right times to protest a certain innocence
protesting war drugs guns and bombs in mental institutes
telling the criminally minded
through the songs i was singing with the radio
when it was time to riot when i got away
and while doing all this since The age of twelve
i was studying tarot cards
so after getting out of the funny farm
learning about psychology and the ways of the world first hand
and having many of my ideas i wrote down
made into movies and songs
and reality TV shows
I joined the working class
sold suits sold gas
sold jeans
and then i got bored of that and decided
it was time i slid into the psychics
so i placed myself among the people who might have been expecting me
the people who could read my palm
the people who could see my future
the people who could smell my fear
and i learned from them
spoke to them
talked to them
worked for them and with them
joined their groups
meditated with them
prayed with them
now i must admit
my slide is a little bit out of order
i did once upon a time go to the gay bars
made a few gay friends
sold myself to the fashion and learned the mentality and brainwash
of drag queens and their passions
their drugs of choice and learned to teach them how to shine
as i would go to their bar and somehow strategically
I'd be the only one in a green shirt or a yellow shirt
and they'd all be wearing different colors but I'd shine
hard to explain, but we pulled it off, we really did!
Ive placed myself amongst students and the lower class
who can only afford 330 dollar rent apartments
and hookers and cross dressers and people with sex changes
a whole apartment of people on drugs and problems
learned from that
moved on placed myself in a ghetto instead of a cheap run down horror story
and now in this ghetto With drive by's and gangsters
and convenience stores the serve behind bullet proof glass
i have friends in the military
who are out fighting some war
i am entering a new heterosexual world
and after being amongst
the popular the geeks the jocks the cool people
the psychics the grunge the homeless
the middle class the criminals the gangsters
the military the psychiatrists
and somehow find myself inspiring art
and movies that would have me rich if they weren't stolen
right from underneath me
one day I'll be amongst the rich and famous
one day I'll be amongst artists, whom I've dated a few
one day I'll be amongst politicians i sorted out in the mental institute
and then I'll write a book about my life an d my memoirs of what i truly learned
and how i led the world through word of mouth
codes spies strings
seeds
subconscious
music
blue lights hypnotists
and every time i slide i become a metaphor
a protest something
i offer advice
i lift a veil of ignorance
show someone how someone else might see it
some people study through books what i have learned through my life
the school of life teaches more life lessons and more valuable lessons
than any book
and by learning through the greats
of which I've been among many or few
dated teachers even
its like a game of blind leading the blind
these clicks and groups are like attracting like
but until you place yourself among them
you really can only guess what they are about and what the methods
to therm madness are
wether your a cop or a spy or a war vet
or whatever
they have individual goals but when they come together as a group of people
from a place of work
or a place of interest
let's just say.....I'm not finished sliding
if i wasn't being ripped off
id be there by now
i understand why it happened
not happy about it
but one day I'll get there
where i want to be
and they will have to look me in the eye
and we'll see who eats how much out of depression
who apologizes with what metaphor I've planted
and escapes the rumor mill of me out of my underground
that involves everybody who I've met who laughed and joked and cares about me
and would probably have some emotional attachment to this underdog
its not a popularity contest
maybe not exactly a test for the soul
a study of the human race i suppose
and will the future blame you
i don't know lets see if they blame themselves?
either way I'm not done sliding
and the spies and bums going through my garbage
are probably on the same rumor page
careful what music you listen to and whats in your hearts fellas!
I'm not the ginger bread man!
it all makers sense to me
and i lead through hypnosis and word of mouth and blue lights of stereos
of ignorance being bliss
and with the ultimatum, of spy versus spy
ans the sick twisted fact that psychologically what i do
and what you see and what you know
and i do in my life and living room privately
will change yours forever depending if your smart enough to catch on
depending if your a good person
or a someone who needs to be humbled
i don't neglect building up and tearing down the population
and on this satellite
in my life which truly isn't a show
i have gone to great lengths to protest wars and criminal acts
and buy esoteric seeds to place among the criminal and insane within logic
and reason i myself had no longer possessed
to become a liar making up stories leaving those who find me
swaying in the thought processes of truth and denial
and then break down the metaphor of what i am doing
to lift another veil of what i truly am as my walls have many eyes
and I've named them many eccentric names and they have games to play
which curses the harpies
and will one day be the new satanism I'm sure
but i have gone from group to group in high school
from popular to geek to grunge
to jocks to cheerleaders
and hung out with each different crowd
and then i moved to a new town
and did it again
hung out with the drug addicts
the goth
the losers
the drug addicts
and then ended up in jail to purchase what i needed to do
for the better ment of mankind
placed myself amongst criminals
and studied the system of undercover cops
and gangsters and gangs in action
and then i got bored
so i slid again
into the arms of psychiatrists and the mentally ill
From there i slid into the arms of the drug addicts and counselors
and read as many peoples fortunes as I could
meeting people in gangs and bikers and the Mafia
trying to get off the sauce and stop smoking drugs
and while doing all this sliding
i was psychoanalyzing, making memories, being metaphors
lieing an cheating and stealing
at the right times to protest a certain innocence
protesting war drugs guns and bombs in mental institutes
telling the criminally minded
through the songs i was singing with the radio
when it was time to riot when i got away
and while doing all this since The age of twelve
i was studying tarot cards
so after getting out of the funny farm
learning about psychology and the ways of the world first hand
and having many of my ideas i wrote down
made into movies and songs
and reality TV shows
I joined the working class
sold suits sold gas
sold jeans
and then i got bored of that and decided
it was time i slid into the psychics
so i placed myself among the people who might have been expecting me
the people who could read my palm
the people who could see my future
the people who could smell my fear
and i learned from them
spoke to them
talked to them
worked for them and with them
joined their groups
meditated with them
prayed with them
now i must admit
my slide is a little bit out of order
i did once upon a time go to the gay bars
made a few gay friends
sold myself to the fashion and learned the mentality and brainwash
of drag queens and their passions
their drugs of choice and learned to teach them how to shine
as i would go to their bar and somehow strategically
I'd be the only one in a green shirt or a yellow shirt
and they'd all be wearing different colors but I'd shine
hard to explain, but we pulled it off, we really did!
Ive placed myself amongst students and the lower class
who can only afford 330 dollar rent apartments
and hookers and cross dressers and people with sex changes
a whole apartment of people on drugs and problems
learned from that
moved on placed myself in a ghetto instead of a cheap run down horror story
and now in this ghetto With drive by's and gangsters
and convenience stores the serve behind bullet proof glass
i have friends in the military
who are out fighting some war
i am entering a new heterosexual world
and after being amongst
the popular the geeks the jocks the cool people
the psychics the grunge the homeless
the middle class the criminals the gangsters
the military the psychiatrists
and somehow find myself inspiring art
and movies that would have me rich if they weren't stolen
right from underneath me
one day I'll be amongst the rich and famous
one day I'll be amongst artists, whom I've dated a few
one day I'll be amongst politicians i sorted out in the mental institute
and then I'll write a book about my life an d my memoirs of what i truly learned
and how i led the world through word of mouth
codes spies strings
seeds
subconscious
music
blue lights hypnotists
and every time i slide i become a metaphor
a protest something
i offer advice
i lift a veil of ignorance
show someone how someone else might see it
some people study through books what i have learned through my life
the school of life teaches more life lessons and more valuable lessons
than any book
and by learning through the greats
of which I've been among many or few
dated teachers even
its like a game of blind leading the blind
these clicks and groups are like attracting like
but until you place yourself among them
you really can only guess what they are about and what the methods
to therm madness are
wether your a cop or a spy or a war vet
or whatever
they have individual goals but when they come together as a group of people
from a place of work
or a place of interest
let's just say.....I'm not finished sliding
if i wasn't being ripped off
id be there by now
i understand why it happened
not happy about it
but one day I'll get there
where i want to be
and they will have to look me in the eye
and we'll see who eats how much out of depression
who apologizes with what metaphor I've planted
and escapes the rumor mill of me out of my underground
that involves everybody who I've met who laughed and joked and cares about me
and would probably have some emotional attachment to this underdog
its not a popularity contest
maybe not exactly a test for the soul
a study of the human race i suppose
and will the future blame you
i don't know lets see if they blame themselves?
either way I'm not done sliding
and the spies and bums going through my garbage
are probably on the same rumor page
careful what music you listen to and whats in your hearts fellas!
I'm not the ginger bread man!
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On satellite for years and slipping away
On satellite for years and slipping away
