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Too Far From Hell
05:15
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A little death once a day can go a long way
Only once a big sleeps fathomed, the great orgasm (too far from Hell)
I just wanna share it with you, be alive when I die
Don’t let me come to a selfish end, gripping myself too tight (too far from Hell)
First I get a buzz below my navel, vibrations came
Then I saw the entrance of a cave, heard my name (too far from Hell)
You’re at the gate of all experience, take a while to get it right
Feel the rhythm, you’ll be sucked in, geometric shapes and light (too far from Hell)
CHORUS
Better not cling too tight to Heaven
Better not, better not cling too tight
Better not cling too tight to Heaven
Nor flee too far from Hell
With everything that ever lived or died, go towards the light
My life’s rewound beginning to end, hanging on a second (too far from Hell)
Life slows down, stuck in a game, words are of no use
If it means death, had to let go of everything I thought was true (too far from Hell)
CHORUS
Jim Morrison too loud! I couldn’t turn it down
Another lost angel in the city of light, give into the fight (too far from Hell)
I couldn’t see myself in the bathroom mirror, get away from the sound
I floated outside I saw myself asleep, far from my body on the ground (too far from Hell)
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Mushrooms from outer-space
Activate the human race
On cosmic rays from a galaxy
Far far away
Mushrooms from outer-space
Activate the human race
Witness evolution
Tripping like an ape
Africa was desert
Tropics disappeared
They ate magic mushrooms
From the dung of wilder-beast
Sharpened up their eyes and
Hunting ability
Everyone got horny
Lost their inhibition
5 grams dried
Take a hero’s dose
In the dark on an empty gut
With your eyes closed
Boundaries dissolve
The gene pool increased
Beginning of language
Form the human being
CHORUS
5 grams dried
Take a hero’s dose
In the dark on an empty gut
With your eyes closed
The ecology of souls
The Ancestors are traced
Intelligence came
On spores through space
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No Bad Trips Guaranteed
04:02
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The dancing and the music were the only reason
I first started clubbing but I couldn’t get no peace
Minding my own business grooving out on the floor
Cos I’m wearing baggies they come to me to score
CHORUS
People ask me for pills, cough up the beans!
People ask me I guarantee no bad trips
Just cough up the beans
Looking for tabs some well spoken college dude
I sold him a vitamin B, go call the Boys in Blue!
When I sold’m proper drugs they’d still complain
Their jaws swinging all over like a rusty gate
CHORUS
Cover pills in hairspray for that bitter taste
Or just wrap m in cling film I can keep a straight face
Why would I feel guilty misleading you
It’s the healthiest thing you’ll swallow before the weekends thro
CHORUS x2
Outro:
Minding my own business grooving out on the floor
Minding my own business grooving out on the floor
Cos I’m wearing baggies they come to me to score
Minding my own business grooving out on the floor
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Falling out a window or the knife to pierce your skin
Your torso flattened under the wheels of a train
The sort of things you try
Running through your mind
Going over conversations in my head
Now I’ve missed the bus, I could just kill myself
Or the part of my brain
Recycling the debate?
CHORUS
Haemorrhaging like meat that’s trapped now
Red and raw tightly wrapped up
You have to imagine
Suicide takes some planning
The necessary distance achieved in
A body bag you’re just meat too
You have to imagine
Suicide takes some planning
Last thing I saw were steaks in plastic wrapped up tight
I’m a vegetarian now they pumped my stomach dry
Forever intertwined
Meat and suicide
CHORUS
Took 50 aspirin before I could finally cop
Couldn’t die alone so made it to the closest shop
Legs started to shake
I was at the meat display
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Come into my loungeroom, come into my den
Now that you’ve swallowed it you know you’re with friends
Whats the source of my supply is it just perception?
I can help you make connections
CHORUS
Your treating psychiatrist, just name your pleasure
Expanding your mind or deadening your senses
Your treating psychiatrist, your psychedelic guide
I’m your treating psychiatrist, can you read my mind?
Make an appointment with reception as you leave
Now that you’ve swallowed it come back in a week
Whats the source of my supply is it just perception?
I can help you make connections
CHORUS
You’re lucky to get a bed here you still have some say
Now that you’ve swallowed it, could be a long stay
Whats the source of my supply is it just perception?
I can help you make connections
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Songshark
05:13
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I met my wife in a Baltimore church, performed together on TV
I wanna give, I wanna love, I wanna live, before I go out like a light
Loaded the car with stolen instruments, drove across to LA
I wanna give, I wanna love, I wanna live, before I go out like a light
CHORUS
When you get it wrong that’s where music starts
Take your chances you’re a songshark
Lets go savage you and I, she left me living in my car
I lace my tea with PCP, never saw my baby son again
I write the music as I read the poem, 36 songs a day
My eyes are blind with colours, before I go out like a light
CHORUS
Bridge
Send your lyrics I’ll make you a song
Words might be strange, might seem wrong
When you make a mistake just play along
(Sing it) like you mean it from the heart
Take your chances you’re a songshark
I hate wearing clothes and I go out for smokes, I gotta put a raincoat on
I ripped it off when it caught on fire, let’s go savage you and I
My eyes are blind with colours, they arrested me on sight
I wanna give I wanna love I wanna live, before I go out like a light
CHORUS
Missed an easy payment lost my apartment, let’s go savage you and I
I wanna give, I wanna love, I wanna live, above the Hollywood Freeway
My eyes are blind with colours, as I jump from the overpass
I wanna give I wanna love I wanna live, before I go out like a light
CHORUS
Bridge
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Case load and group work, doctors on their rounds
To eat or drink or talk, you’re on suspicious grounds
They wanted to know were we indulging in behaviour
Every little action will have to be explained
CHORUS
Everyone lives through someone else
Behaviour’s an indulgence
Do I have your attention
Behaviour’s an indulgence
Innocent and incompetent, student nurses were so sweet
Their boyfriends and their wardrobes, the lives we used to lead
We hid our away our illness, our anger and our tears
The best part of ourselves was all we let them see
CHORUS
Promiscuous compulsive was the label that they gave
On a date to the art gallery I took a guy out to the lane
There is beauty there is pain like the girl trapped in a frame
You only wanna hear about the sex in full detail
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Go Home Hippy
03:50
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Went to the Forest Festival, one hit of LSD
Molly always comes along, for vibes and energy
Acrobats hang from balloons in the sky
How’d they get the light show synchronised?
Has the band finished I hear faint music I can’t really tell
After 20 minutes I’m still dancing to the music in my head
Strangers start pointing at my beard
I lost my friends and I feel weird
CHORUS
Go home hippy go home, the party is over
Don’t you realise it’s over?
Found my friends for the DJ set, dancing and sweating up a frenzy
Couldn’t drink from my water pack, then I realised it was empty
Walked around, couldn’t make decisions
I was still getting open eye visuals
CHORUS
I get offered a joint by strangers, psychedelics ramp up again
Everyone at this festival’s like one big family of friends
Get the message when they turn off all the lights
I’m not ready to end the night
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The Songs of Tom Smith Brisbane, Australia
The Songs of Tom Smith is a recording and performance project created by Tom in 2012. It has a large pool of musicians across Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne and Adelaide.
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