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Empty Room
03:27
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Boxes of memories, everywhere I went
Whole UPS fleet, every time I moved
I never opened them, I just kept adding to them
I was waiting, waiting for the time
Old love letters and memorabilia,
pictures of people I’d never see again
My Bar mitzvah certificate said I was a man
I was waiting, waiting for the time
I could be happy, I could be, I could be happy
In an empty room
In an empty room
Empty room
I was going to throw them away
I kept going back to the garbage during the night
My Guru said that it's good to burn bodies
so I decided to have a big fire
Started out laughing, but by the second day
it was really getting to me
Burn the bodies, so the beings don’t come back
My history, good to burn
I could be happy, I could be, I could be happy
In an empty room
In an empty room
Empty room
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2. |
Try Being Human
04:14
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If you've got a teaching, I want it.
I don't care if you've got a body
Cause I've got a lot of strange friends
I remember what Alan Watts said
we were drunk in the monastery
He said you’re too attached to emptiness
Why don’t you try, try being human?
Why don’t you try, taking the curriculum?
Emanuel had a good teaching
he said we expand and we move closer
but it can’t be done in one blinding flash
He said
Why don’t you try, try being human?
Why don’t you try, taking the curriculum?
You’re so busy being holy
but don’t push it away, don’t push it away
the highs and lows and everything
Why don’t you try, try being human?
Why don’t you try, taking the curriculum?
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3. |
Rosie
03:41
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Oh Rosie, I was in over my head
Cold grey day, in a tank with you and Joe
Oh Rosie, what am I doing with dolphins?
I’m the one who makes dogs bark, I make babies cry
But she stayed there, her skin felt so good
her fins around me and I was saying
Oh Rosie, oh Rosie, oh Rosie,
Oh Rosie, I grabbed on to your upper fin
Kept slipping, but you were waiting, for me to hold on tight
Oh Rosie, think it’s time, that I took a breath
Second that, the thought crossed my mind, you took me back up
After 40 minutes, I was shaking
with fatigue and cold, but I could not let go
Too much fun with Rosie, oh Rosie,
As I felt the real fatigue, Rosie shook me off
and went and contacted Joe
They both pushed me on to the platform
and wouldn't let me back in anymore
They wouldn't let me back in anymore
They were training me in intuition
Two of the best teachers that I've ever had
were Joe and Rosie, oh Rosie, oh Rosie, oh Rosie, oh Rosie
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Rinpoche
04:13
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I met him in Brooklyn; he came to give a lecture.
Then he was speaking in Vermont, I was smoking dope out in the van
Someone came and said, Trungpa wants to see you
so I went in, I never trust tantrics
He looked at me and he said, we have to accept responsibility
What responsibility, Rinpoche?
God has all the responsibility
I don’t have any, not my will but thy will
and he said, you're copping out
He looked at me and he said, we have to accept responsibility
I met him in Brooklyn; he looks like a drunken jerk
Chogyam Trungpa, 1974
A Tibetan rascal, with a bottle of sake
and he said, you're copping out, you're copping out
He looked at me and he said, we have to accept responsibility
jubilate deo, jubilate deo, hallelujah, hallelujah
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Banaras
04:48
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Banaras city of dying, bodies in the Ganges
As life gets real, it’s very hard
for the rational mind
A hundred and twenty-five begging lepers
I had about twenty coins
I started down the line
Who am I going to give to?
Banaras city of dying
they all had begging bowls
My rational mind, it started in
who's going to get the coins?
That fellow there, is missing his arms
That woman’s face is eaten away
Do you suppose, it's worth the rupee?
Can you hear how ghastly that is?
I kept going down the line
looking people in the eye
Hand out a rupee now and then
then the coins were over
Banaras city of dying
I gave up on my mind
I was just with those beings
in Banaras, very auspicious place
Banaras very auspicious place
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6. |
The Witness
04:28
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Found myself open, to having a relationship
Found myself sitting in the bath, crying with jealous rage
I could not believe it, I was like a post-pubescent
the pain excruciating, but part of me was laughing
Behind it all, there’s a space, just like the sky
Behind it all, there’s a space
There is non- attachment, there’s dissociation
one can masquerade and seem like the other
Behind it all, there’s a space, just like the sky
Behind it all, there’s a space
Not looking, but it sees, just like the sky
Behind it all, there’s a space
Found myself open, to my personality
Found myself in its full blast, crying with jealous rage
I was no longer holding, holding on to the space
but I found it was still there, just in a different way
It wasn’t there, to push away the pain,
no it was there along with it,
Not looking, but it sees, just like the sky
Behind it all, there’s a space
Just like the sky, just like the sky, just like the sky, sky
One part looking at the other part, the witness becomes the other part, one part looking at the other part, then you witness the witness
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7. |
She Was No Acidhead
02:35
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She had a hat with oranges and cherries
She had a black patent leather bag
A printed dress and responsible oxfords
She was no acid head
I was talking some far-out talk
She was sitting down the front
I'd say she was about seventy
smiling like she understood
She had a hat with oranges and cherries
She had a black patent leather bag
A printed dress and responsible oxfords
She was no acid head
I kept on looking at her
I was saying all of these outrageous things
In the end, she came up and said
that it all made perfect sense
I asked how she knew
I ask her what do you do?
How do you get into that state of consciousness?
And she leaned forward conspiratorially
and said I crochet, she said I crochet, I crochet
She had a hat with oranges and cherries
She had a black patent leather bag
A printed dress and responsible oxfords
She was no acid head
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8. |
Me and Dad
03:35
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Visiting my father while I was working on my consciousness
I'd go in the Buddha and I'd last about 20 seconds
Then I decided I was gonna take on the hot fire,
I was gonna to love my father, here I am dad, I love you
Look at me what a holy person I am, loving my dad
suffering quietly to myself, but I’ve been working on that
Yeah it was ugly
I’ve been working on that
That was 10 years ago, now it’s really far-out how
I really dig my family and I love being with my dad
We go to the ball game, we hangout, we play Yahtzee,
What else have I got to do? How does the spirit manifest?
Can you only find it in om mani padme hum?
Can’t it be while playing Yahtzee? Being with someone?
It’s just another way
Yeah I’ve been working on that
What does it mean to be born human, to have a family?
What does it mean to have a father?
I’ve been working on that
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9. |
If I Meditate Enough
03:53
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I was wearing beads and wearing robes,
smiling benevolently
I was caught up, caught up in wanting
to be, who they wanted they me to be
I played the role of the holy man
I was busy trying to be high
Trying to escape the parts of myself
that didn’t fit into that I
If I meditate enough, if I huff and puff
in pranayama, will it be enough?
Do I sadhana hard enough?
I keep coming down, when will it be enough?
Lived in projections, kept hidden depressions
caught in the specialness
Parts of myself shoved under the rug
from me and from everyone else
But after a while, you have to deal
you feel like you're standing on sand
You have to live, live with your horror
even the holy man
If I meditate enough, if I huff and puff
in pranayama, will it be enough?
Do I sadhana hard enough?
I keep coming down, when will it be enough?
Whole parts of me, gone in the unity
I found through LSD, then techniques of the yogi
But every now and then, I had to be alone
and when I was alone, I kept coming down
If I meditate enough
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10. |
My Humanity
03:51
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Human beings lost in emotion
I kept going up for clear perception
Everything looked perfect through my sixth chakra
It’s a place so clear but it has no warmth
My my my humanity
I wanted love not emotionality
My my my humanity
Getting high is not getting me free
I became larger than life
so they would think they could never be like me
People loved me but they didn’t trust me
They could not feel my humanness
My my my humanity
getting high is not getting me free
My my my humanity
to stay down and still be free
to stay down and still be free
With my my my humanity
to stay down and still be free
with my my my humanity
Everything looked perfect through my sixth chakra
It’s a place so clear but it has no warmth
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