Enter the void.
It is there that you'll find the end of reason.
Enter the void.
For what exists, but endless seasons?
Enter the void.
And when I woke up,
I had thirty-two animals swingin' like diamonds round my neck.
Swingin' sideways through twelve zodiac houses on an endless spirit quest.
Enter the void.
And it all becomes clear again.
Enter the void.
And it all breaks back up.
And it all becomes clear again.
And it all breaks back up.
I got a million gods pourin' drinks in my offering cup.
Dreams fallin' like meteors.
And it all breaks back up.
You see me sittin' here on a lotus in yab-yum?
What you pourin' in my cup?
And if my body's like a vessel, you tell me what's up.
Who's pourin' what into this cup?
You know, I miss the days when we
watched cartoons together and got lost in the bathroom.
And I'd come in and see you lookin' at yourself in the mirror,
growin' antlers like a deer.
And what happened to those pennies somebody dropped in the toilet?
How exactly did they disappear?
Oh, my offering cup!
Wait a minute, I think we're getting a distress beacon.
(detecting asymmetrical interface harmonic)
Sounds like a spell-jammer. He's tryin' to jam our spell.
(you are in violation of space ordinance
one hundred nineteen, four-twenty of sol system penal code)
Can I help you Captain?
(you are under arrest, your ship will be siezed and
your marijuana will be confiscated)
(you have the right to remain trippin' balls)
You know, a wise man once told me
every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines
in the hidden audotorium of his skull.
Of course, there's nothing in the dark
that isn't there when the lights are on.
Wait, who's takin' whose ship?
Phasers hard to port, captain.
Alright boys, load up:
that white widow, that train-wreck, that sour diesel.
We've got like fourteen different warrants out for us
in three different subsections of space,
so we've got to get back to the trailer park on mars and sell this real quick.
(Si. Has oido el jefe. Agarren la mota. Vamos.)
You've got to remember rule of acquisition number thirty-four,
war is good for business.
And then there's rule of acquisition number thirty-five,
peace is good for business.
You can find a box of oranges by the door.
They're the fruit of kings. Keep you hydrated.
This song is like gold-pressed latinum for your ears.
credits
from VOCA TERRA (Sounds of the Miles),
released April 20, 2017
Chase Maxwell - Lyrics, Vocals, Drums, Guitar on outro half
Walter Nettles - Guitar
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