Lightning Bugs

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released June 23, 2014



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Track Name: Relax,Breathe Deep
Alan Watts:

"Idea... Man and woman are to each other as mutual guru and student. And through a tremendous outpouring of psychic energy, in total devotion and worship of this other person, who is respectively the goddess or the god, you realize by total fusion and contact with the other forces.

You go down to the divine center in them and it bounces back and you discover your own. Then you see, you’ve actually –uh, a kind of uh, what I would call a spiritual element has been introduced and uh, t

The Hindus were sensible enough to realize that this was a means of awakening enlightenment and therefore it was surrounded with a sort of rigid religious ritual meditative art with a form of sexual yoga that is designed to allow the feeling of mutual love to the extent of grand passion to have an extremely fitting fulfillment and expression."
Track Name: Fish Nets In Green
'Fish Nets in Green'

She took me from over the ocean gave me Wild West and that was just the start.
Killing Indians and anybody unwilling to live inside her jar.
Took me somewhere over the rainbow on a bird past the moons of planet Mars.
She was so whoa proud to be the only girl with wings who played a HAARP.

I’m through loving that girl, through some necrophiliac.
I’m letting go of hatred if I don’t shit’s coming back.

While I said my Pledge Allegiance she sold my soul to Satan in the dark.
Selling millions, quadrillions just to buy two tickets onto Noah’s arc.
So you ought not fall for that girl cause I can tell you that she’s gonna fake her part.

I’m through loving that girl I tell ya she ain’t what she seem.
Her mind is ruled by aliens I seen it in a dream.
Her father, a slavemaster – not even Liberty is free.
Go ahead, you can have ‘er if you like SHELL FISH NETS IN GREEN.

Now… she wants you to turn in your gun, there’s far too many being blown apart. Hm-m…
But if I were you I’d keep it to be sure the judge and jury know -
A poor boy homeless soul (Hey you studying rock’n’roll ?) oughta have your version heard in court of the blackish kings and never think that they won’t one day soon…

We find ‘em dead on the streets. We find ‘em dead in bits and pieces in the park.
And when the sun comes up I fell all kooky about the wool over my stars.
And when the Son comes over to me baby it’s all worth it after all.
I hear the secrets of the Secret Service whispered in my ear and that ain’t all.
So you ought not fall for that girl cause I can tell ya that she’s gonna fake her part.
No, you ought not fall for that girl cause I can tell ya that she’s gonna break your heart, break it apart.

Ron’s dead, Ron’s gone, more, more more.
Ron’s dead, Ron’s gone, joy, joy, joy.
Track Name: Al Capone
“Al Capone did not shoot people because he was drunk. Everytime I say that people laugh because they all understand it. You know we’ve all seen The Untouchables. Everybody knows it. It’s part of the American folklore. Al Capone did not shoot people because he was drunk. He was doing business. And when he had a dispute with someone who didn’t pay for his product he couldn’t take them to court, you see. And when he had a dispute with a rival dealer he couldn’t sue the dealer for trademark violations and he couldn’t conduct an advertising campaign to get an advantage. The only thing he could do was shoot people because we defined it that way. So we created a level of violence that finally became so unacceptable that Americans repealed alcohol prohibition.”
Track Name: Word On The Wind
'Word On the Wind'

(Say, did you hear the one about the guy who saw action in inaction and inaction in action?)

Sitting on my hillside waiting for the word on the wind.
When She still ain’t talking most rockers go awalkin’
There exactly Nicodemus come in.
No one asked us to volunteer and very few are very clear
But deep down most (people) suspect that She’s afootin’.
She’ll speak with emotion, through your friends like ‘cross an ocean.
Seems to me she gets your brain reeling, Puddin’.

You rock and you roll and your languages cajole into mantras meaning, “Gimme. Make me groovy.”
But that which you fear cannot be gotten out of here
Especially asking for it (by) watching scary movies.
Your hiding and jiving, dodging waves of crying, fearing, shocking – rocks you deep within really.
That dying you’re so ‘fraid of is secret sauce in the hot tub
‘Boil, Boil, Toil and Trouble’ ‘tendr i-umph!

Finally I hear Her wisper in my right ear saying softly, boldly,
“Funny, Honey Wanna?”
She seems elated in fact that despite being whacked I’ve survived to come enjoying Her fun.
This tuning to the Goddess is knocking me unconscious.
She’s always way too much for me, ya know ?
That which you hear the dark pretend to be fear She say,
“No bo’ show. Don’t go.”

She’s telling me why people kill and they die for just a glimpse of the renowned “Isle of View”.
Oh, so you too now do Voodoo, another brother flew –
those patients Dr. Nicodemus, whew!
In this zero sum game there’s only one Holy Name:
‘Happiness At Home In Due Season’.
In this zero sum game there’s only one wholey sane:
Piece of Mind, you’re there with good reason.
In this zero sum game there’s nobody to blame,
shoulder the Earth like Atlas or like a Jesus.
In the ears of dudes or dames there’s only one holy bane:
Gift of Discretion, it’s open season.

It’s justice, in fact, that hits you ‘Whap!’
Thus She wakes you from this dream in which you’re teasing.

Eric: Ready? One, two. One, two, three!
Matt: Hi, this Mathew Marcinowski
Eric: …and Eric Strycharz
Matt: You all need to receive the word too and we’re going to show you how easy it is. Like this, “shabdakhe paurisham nrshu” that’s the word, it means, “I am the sound in ether.”
Eric: “Some duck hey, poor/rich men nri-shoom” that’s the word. It means, “I am the sound in either.”
Matt: In the western vernacular it means many things.
Eric: Like some people duck out of the way of an oncoming…
Matt: …reality…
Eric: …every day.
Matt: Paurisham nrsu. Some are rich, some are poor. I choose rich, your choice is your’s.
Eric: Say it Andy…
Andy: …reality…
Eric: Ok. Everyday.
Andy: You say it, ‘reality’.
Eric: Ra - I can’t say that.
Andy: Rea-, rea-
Matt: Re, re, real-
Eric: Rea-
Matt: Real… yeah,
Eric: Reality.
Track Name: Mary Martha
'Mary Martha'

You could touch her just by gazing in.
I know you know that scene.
C’mon, c’mon - the lightshow in an angel face -
You see her, you love her – become the beam.

You see that face, drink deep that taste.
You know she’s your’s so take her home.
And once there you’re free to tarry,
Forever and ever if it last you that long.

You see, Mary Martha is an Upsara.
That is, a beauty beyond compare,
Born here in the valley of the shadows,
Unless you consider the Tortoise and the Hare.

Waylaid by kith and wretched kin,
Ensnare teachers and every fool,
Taught but not to live and love
But to bend, pretend, follow every rule.

Oh, fie on the beat the hands they keep,
The doings I do, the plethora.
Though I was bold that time too young
To hold my Mary Martha, too old for Mary Martha.

And so the rains came and with them youth’s bane,
Minaret in our mind,
The bridge, the battle – all within,
Mary Martha never one to pine.

Well, she’s off to college and to wed
To a slow, led yo’ to dig a ho’
And she’s longing still for dawn to break,
Awaiting delight in her soul, awaiting daylight in her soul.

Oh, fire on the beat, the hands they keep upon the rhythm drums,
For I was not in time that time to catch my Mary Martha,
To hold my Mary Martha.

Break - “If I’d sent to you in there with an actual agenda, Lecter would have known it immediately. He would have toyed with you then turned to stone.” (from the movie ‘Silence Of The Lambs’)

Divorced and just died of course,
And came home to seek whomever,
Could help her find her way again,
That is, to the space wherein we all loved her.

And when dawn finally come fresh thunderheads arrived –
Canopy of the race that hailed her
And when me and mine spied her There
Upon a little ship I sailed to her.

We broke the spell of Mystic Rivers – endless waves that confuse.
So here now she’s living still embellish by the Moon
As in days of yore
When the cow jumped o’er
And the dish ran away with the spoon
And the little dog laughed to see such fun
For in the watery halls of Ulupi’s chateau,
Therein reign Arjuna.
Track Name: What George Washington Said
'What George Washington Said'

You know the best things are never said.
The second best – misunderstood good.
Finally there you are and we’re communing.
We did our best to do the Word Thing.
But there’s a mystery deep in this language
For instance ‘she’ oo, the word we share our love with.

She makes me realize, I’m not this body no.
No matter what I say to her, she loves me only.
It’s a secret, if I told ya,
Would you know us, would I have sold ya?
In my theory of this language,
She’s the Spirit that we’re telepathic with.

Her soul it takes y’all, Her love is probing.
She changes dialects kinda like disrobing.
She can’t fly no, though She’s a free bird,
Even if She spread Her wings shackled in a cage of words.
You know the Phoenix that’s within us,
Turn on the lightning when She’s enchanted with us.

It’s a fine fine fox chase children.
Trying to find real meaning of the river commotion.
Don’t be jealous, She’s in every common Joe, the rabble.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Though in color, She doesn’t seem to know,
Her aura’s flashing, She’s like a light show.
What a babe! What fortitude!
What soul freight to come incarnate!
She’s the goal of the language.
She don’t seem to get it – what the heck the land is.

It’s a fine fine fox chase, Hari.
Trying to find reality digging in this river quarry.
Nix the sitting – She be in between the daily scurry.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I tell ya lightning is the gun She chose ha,
to off the egos of thems opposed.
On a mission to light the darkness of
This Neanderthal underworld,
Bring ‘em to the world above.
No mere mortal, my baby.
Her dad’s a Gandharva king, ma’s a devotee.

We’re not the body. We’re not the bone, no.
We’re luminescent. Huh! We’re on our way home.
Well, that’s the secret. Since I told ya,
Do you know us, well, have we sold ya ?
Well, that’s the theory of this cool scene -
Life on Atlantis. What the heck does that mean ?
Track Name: Jagannatastakam

C’mon, c’mon going half way to India.
C’mon c’mon goin’ the rest o’ the way home with ya.

kṛpā-pārāvāraḥ sajala-jalada-śreṇi-ruciro
ramā-vāṇī-rāmaḥ sphurad-amala-pańkeruha-mukhaḥ
surendrair ārādhyaḥ śruti-gaṇa-śikhā-gīta-carito
jagannāthaḥ svāmī nayana-patha-gāmī bhavatu me

Translation: Lord Jagannatha is an ocean of mercy and as beautiful as a row of blackish rain clouds. He is the storehouse of bliss for Laksmi and Sarasvati, and His face resembles a spotless full-blown lotus. The best of demigods and sages worship Him, and the Upanisads sing His glories. May that Jagannatha Svami be the object of my vision.

rathārūḍho gacchan pathi milita-bhūdeva-paṭalaiḥ
stuti-prādurbhāvam prati-padam upākarṇya sadayaḥ
dayā-sindhur bandhuḥ sakala jagatāḿ sindhu-sutayā
jagannāthah Who me? Just hear what ya hear and you sure as chit ‘ll get it.

Translation: When Lord Jagannatha moves along the road on His Rathayatra car, at every step large assemblies of brahmanas loudly chant prayers and sing songs for His pleasure. Hearing their hymns, Lord Jagannatha becomes very favorably disposed toward them. He is the ocean of mercy and the true friend of all the worlds. May that Jagannatha Svami, along with His consort Laksmi, who was born from the ocean of nectar, be the object of my vision.

para-brahmāpīḍaḥ kuvalaya-dalotphulla-nayano
nivāsī nīlādrau nihita-caraṇo 'nanta-śirasi
rasānando rādhā-sarasa-vapur-ālińgana-sukho
Let me see the hands of any of you who are still listening.

Translation: Lord Jagannatha, whose eyes resemble full-blown lotus petals, is the ornament on Lord Brahma's head. He resides on Nilacala Hill with His lotus feet placed on the heads of Anantadeva. Overwhelmed by the mellows of love, He joyfully embraces Srimati Radharani's body, which is like a cool pond. May that Jagannatha Svami be the object of my vision.

Now hear this: Breathe though your skylight.
Breathe from the sun, in a son, with the Son, breathe the song, right.
There’s a parade of shapes in front of ya.
Eyes right, Di’ might flyby, wise guy, what ?
Who’s the dark E.T. - money in the synagogue?
It’s me again, Ati’, a Gange again, g’ again, what ?
All right bottom line, think about comin’ on home run –
Across the sea, geometry, land of dreams, you & me, what ?
There’s a parade of ships in front you. See. Who we be. Chintamoni.
There’s a parade of ships in front of you. See. Chintamoni. All the money.

jagannāthaḥ svāmī nayana-patha-gāmī bhavatu me

na vai yāce rājyaḿ na ca kanaka-māṇikya-vibhavaḿ
na yāce 'haḿ ramyāḿ sakala jana-kāmyāḿ vara-vadhūm
sadā kāle kāle pramatha-patinā gīta-carito
jagannāthaḥ svāmī nayana-patha-gāmī bhavatu me

translation: I do not pray for a kingdom nor do I pray for gold, rubies, or wealth. I do not ask for a beautiful wife as desired by all men. I simply pray that Jagannatha Svami, whose glories Lord Siva always sings, may be the constant object of my vision.

hara tvaḿ saḿsāraḿ druta-taram asāraḿ sura-pate
hara tvaḿ pāpānāḿ vitatiḿ aparāḿ yādava-pate
aho dīne 'nāthe nihita-caraṇo niścitam idaḿ
Singing of sweet surrender. Talking of time you finally gave in.
What fool will not sing for his supper when love’s starvation time comes closing in? Ah!

Translation: O Lord of the demigods, please quickly remove this useless material existence I am undergoing. O Lord of the Yadus, please destroy this vast, shoreless ocean of sins. Alas, this is certain Lord Jagannatha bestows His lotus feet upon those who feel themselves fallen and have no shelter in this world but Him. May that Jagannatha Svami be the object of my vision.