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grouce - sound of the sun lyrics

come connect to the mainframe, maintain with the same name
the lame brain wants to play the blame game
name names, a ball of confusion
forgetting this is all an illusion, im callin’ it fusion
livin’ in the worldwide web
watchin’ horus and set cry sweat, except i slept –
when they told me step-by-step
how to stand up to pep, my rep is flawless
call us the son of solomon or
call us the one that’s hollerin’ for
peace and love and all that good stuff
i like to be sure that woods rough, more fat should snuff –
you out by the age of forty
back to engage in naughty –
deeds is me, the gatekeeper of underworld
in your land with a thunder held in my hand

im devious, hangin’ out in front of rockefeller center
like the giant golden statue of prometheus
the previous year to me
has come to show me how we’re here to “be”, and not “do”
the art of being instead of doing
sees that my heart is seeing, my head is brewing
booing, chewing on the rope connected to my harness
my body’s only known direction is to harm us
hard as a rock, yo wow
nostradamus would not know how, i am gonna die
begin to wonder why i need to undermine
everything that’s sacred, im flagrant, that’s undenied
its fun to ride up in a ship
machine elves after droppin’ a trip, im choppin’ a chip
into pieces, like no thesis
microchips in your nieces – jesus!

im as cold as a raven aimin’ at your window
im in the game of makin’ all the wind blow
and when you find its time for you to go
you will see me in the sky behind a ufo
shaped like a diamond, high up in the hymen
of every night the moon lights up the horizon
im risin’ up with my eyes on the prize
and so many times i feel ive been hypnotizin’ –
myself, help me, this can’t be healthy
im meting, it feels like ive been copping a belting
im helping myself to a full course meal
feasting on sensual pleasure with the bull h-rns still
taurus with h-rns, a chorus with h-rns
and a string section begins the inception
ive got an inspection of your mind underway
if only you knew what it is that ive done today

pyramids with my eye on cash –
dollar bills, its a zion bash, and im high on hash
babylonian, with a bag of opium
somewhere caledonian with a rash
i’ll clash with the trash and crash into the martians
if shamans in starships start sh-t with moustaches
the marshes and swamps are constantly on lockdown
a clock wound rewind can somehow stop sound
its not sound in mind to try find
a way that leads directly inside of my mind
i might mind, besides could be dangerous
when the wind changes, man, it could be ages
before you can leave, but more, you can breath
brain food where its all you can eat – on a sunday
cause that’s the day i pray to ra
everybody go and play guitar – on the runway

- grouce lyrics

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