Testi:
Live Secret Samadhi

you got it bad you got it good you saw the sun like you knew that you would we gotta make this better gotta make this right ain't no peace in the valley

if the mother goes to sleep with you will you run and tell geraldo if the mother bears your children without tears without the usual costs of labor

everybody has a ghost everybody has a ghost who sings like you do yours is not like mine but it's alright, keep it up boy loses rib in new orleans he

always fighting the storm afraid to suffer the wound all praise to that conscious one who always suffers the wound, child suffers the wound, child hey

my brother kicked his feet to sleep my brother kicked his feet to sleep my brother kicked his feet to sleep and i sang the dirge song my brother never

like himaalan cold winter these jaws of kali yuga yeah it's a crazy kind of cold a lifeless slumber in a stranglehold yeah tibet, she can't even touch

let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue, a smorgasboard let's go hang out in a church we'll go find lurch then we'll haul ass down through the abbey

let the world be the world let the dream unfurl let it run its own game let it dance with itself I didn't put it here gonna let it ride gotta master

will draw us in to wipe our tears away the day that I was so sweetly sung by the wind and the thunder moved by "someone" the feelin' of being lived was