Apocalyptic Utopian Dreams in the Western Wilderness

by Baba Brinkman

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The Art of Seduction Won’t you please come dance with me; I’ll take you to a fantasy Land, and play the Tambourine Man, see That’s the meanin’ of MC; we take you to the Jamboree Move the crowd, make 'em clap and sing I might hold hands and write poems to romance the beat But I’m just lookin’ for my chance to skeet The art of seduction is my lyrical function With just the right pressure applied Plus the subtle suction; mutually assured destruction Usually comes from two suicidal sides chasin’ the little death Makin’ the benefits equally distributed; I’m feelin’ crazy generous I’m givin’ a little bit; you’re takin’ a little bit And that’s the story of the stork makin’ a little kid We’re not finished yet, though; this is just the intro The slow tyin’ of both your wrists to the bed-posts I might let you get close, but I’ll never let you slip Over the edge of the precipice, unless you twist Your limbs into pretzel sticks as if possessed; it’s just How I get you all ready for the exorcist Writhing in a web of your weaving I'll be begging for some release Either tie me up and torture and tease me Until I'm pleased, or set me free It’s the lull that anticipates the next great crescendo The slow hesitation as I penetrate the tempo Inseminate the instrumental with the lingo Disseminate the info to make extra kinfolk And get every listener wetter than a Diplo- Dochus; so get your sweaty hands out your pockets Unless you’ve got to keep them occupied to get off; it’s Nothin’ to be ashamed of, a little game of pocket pool A little stimulation of your own personal molecules But what I’m out to do though is save you from your solitude It’s really nothin’; that’s all you’ve got to lose It’s the rap mad professor takin’ back your lack of pleasure And replacin’ half-measures with some jackrabbit exercises Surprisin’ mattress impact testers ‘Cause every threshold they invent is bad guesswork Sack the fact-checkers for the limits they be makin’ up When I’m makin’ love there ain’t records to break enough Space I’m takin’ up vibrates with the drums So I’m a slave to the funk, and you’re my co-inhabitant I tried to amputate it but it kept growin’ back again You know what happens then: extreme insistence Resistance just seems to increase persistence For instance, I’ve got the steam for the pistons And if you’re listening then you can’t keep your distance ‘Cause I’m already makin’ deep imprints With my fingertips in your neo-cortex Like a doctor who delivers a fetus with forceps I’ve got a grip that lets you just reach to vortex As sensory deprivation gets treated with raw sex Or its lyrical equivalent, so here I go, I’m givin’ in To every sinful sensation I’ve ever been tempted with So share a pillow with me in blissful emptiness Writhing in a web of your weaving I'll be begging for some release Either tie me up and torture and tease me Until I'm pleased, or set me free
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The Road Northwest Dance, dance, dance down the road Observe the ancient code Of rhythm and flow I've been all across the map, but I'm always going back To the Pacific Northwest, 'cause that's where I rest at Plus, sometimes I soberly ask myself What's my backup plan in case of global collapse And I feel, it's not an over reaction, hell no Imagine a total absence of authority It's happened many times in the past historically With survivors fighting over scraps and acting horribly Maybe I shouldn't believe Cormack McCarthy But what's your plan to go back to Kansas, Dorothy When the grocery stores close their doors, but it isn't a civil war Just millions of poor and civilians beginning to starve with no energy source Could you pack your things and go live in the forest? Until the public trust wasn't so touch and go Could you provide for a tribe of 25 or so You better find a place where the wild mushrooms grow Where the bucks and does graze on the side of the roads Kinda sounds like a place that I grew up in though As anyone in British Columbia knows, West Coast The road Northwest On the road Observe the ancient code Of rhythm and flow Dance, dance, dance down the road But never let them steal your soul Go east And you'll find civilization's increasingly ancient, expansive land masses Palaces built on the ruins of sand castles Layer after layer of man's trappings Go west And you'll meet the limits of human advances Buildings get increasingly ramshackled With summers of abundance and winters of avalanches Wilderness that hits you right in the Adam's Apple Yeah, it's magical, it's a survivalist's dream With landlocked salmon spawning up wide crystal streams And forest as far as the eye can see Even when you climb to the peak of the highest tree Am I making sense, all I'm saying is 'Yes!' There's no place on this planet like the Canadian West And when climate change hits Me and my people might just make a nest And watch as civilization ends The road Northwest On the road Observe the ancient code Of rhythm and flow Dance, dance, dance down the road But never let them steal your soul Dance when you're broken, dance to atone Dance with your blood and dance with your bone Dance in the morning and in the afternoon Underneath the blazing sun, underneath the shining moon Dance for your father and for your son Dance for your momma 'til your sins are gone Dance for the dinosaurs who died long ago Dance for the leprechauns if there's hidden gold But if you wanna steal it then you can't be slow Look there's a rainbow, that's your road The road Northwest
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A Buck and Change I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit Feedin’ off of weakness like it’s nothin’ strange Sippin’ on a gin and tonic thinking they’re invincible And when it bottoms out they’re worth a buck and change I saw a banker groveling like a beggar on TV Offering a sovereign nation his solemn apology For trading on their freedom and treating it irresponsibly And all the people watched him with their wallets on E And with their jobs disappearing like they were lost in a dream And his face was a combination of withdrawal and need And alienation, he got a taste for autonomy And deregulated trading based on foreign policy Just a player in the intoxication economy Speculating away with a cadre of freaks And chasing the promise of personal liberation constantly And following it into a place of bottomless greed And now this banker was on his knees, begging the people watching Not to take away his Audi keys, not to make him pay For administrating his office in a state of unconscious sleep But the people were angry, and they hated hypocrisy And instead of naked honesty, the banker was making Himself out to be a great martyr like St. Augustine And they wondered, how did this monster get off his leash? We should make some changes to this game in which we all compete But some of them were into watching situation comedies Instead of taking politics to the streets, they couldn’t see That watchin’ the play of shadows on the walls of a cave is obsolete So the changes weren’t made and the banker walked free I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit Feedin’ off of weakness like it’s nothin’ strange Sippin’ on a gin and tonic thinking they’re invincible And when it bottoms out they’re worth a buck and change I’ve been crackin’ jokes and havin’ loads of plans but no cash I’m known for passin’ notes in class and goin’ back to old Cass- Anova tactics holdin’ hands and poems and that’s my only passion So my rap is hope in action; no relaxin’ though, I’m smashin’ Holes fast in open caskets, slow dancin’ over scattered Broken glass; I’m cold molasses; no fashion moguls have My clothes; I’m happy sowin’ patches, I don’t have a home; I’d rather Roam the map with no attachments; so I’m a laughin’ nomad Though I travel lonely paths and roads that average joes can’t I won’t collapse and go flaccid; no chance; it won’t happen Only after no challenge known to man goes unmastered Only after more than half my bones are fractured; only passive Goats and cattle go to pasture; no one asked for prose; they asked For smokin’ raps like solar flashes flowin’ past the globe’s axis So I task my overactive dome with matchin’ no one’s standards And only hatchin’ poems that have the motions of explosive gasses I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit Feedin’ off of weakness like it’s nothin’ strange Sippin’ on a gin and tonic thinking they’re invincible And when it bottoms out they’re worth a buck and change
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Paraphrase 03:47
Paraphrase Women love me; I like to party I’m makin’ money come just by talking And you can’t stop me if you’ve got a problem With my carefree ways Women want me, not just my body I live it up ‘cause I came from nothing And you can’t stop me, not with an army That’s my paraphrase So why you wanna hate on me huh? Cause I occasionally play a little make believe? So? You can’t take leaps patiently You’ve gotta fake it ‘til you make to the place to be You wanna learn how to dance by watching From the sidelines all night long? Not a chance Balls to the wall with a lot of incompetence Involved is just common sense So come on, little mouse, dive in! Struggle ‘til the cream that you've been strivin’ To churn into butter with your butterfly swim Turns into something you can thrive in I’ve been entrepreneurial Long enough to know what every broke musician In Vancouver knows: sometimes it helps To be self-delusional, ‘cause you can go… Women love me; I like to party I’m makin’ money come just by talking And you can’t stop me if you’ve got a problem With my carefree ways Women want me, not just my body I live it up ‘cause I came from nothing And you can’t stop me, not with an army That’s my paraphrase So what are you fakin’ huh? Oooh Let me guess, when you’re makin’ love is it Somebody else’s face that you’re thinkin’ of? Or, wait, are you finances safe enough? Did you buy a better car on your credit card Instead of stickin’ that little bit extra in a jar? Just to show the critics that, yes, you’re livin’ large With the recession and all; just cover it up With a bit less for dinner; you’re not like the rest Your perception is different; you know the smart Money bets on a winner, and sometimes you’ve gotta talk Before you get to deliver, and hey, what do you know? Studies show that everybody Finds your scent more attractive after you’ve just Had sex, so if you’re tryin’ to pull Might I suggest a little Eau de Nastiness Women love me; I like to party I’m makin’ money come just by talking And you can’t stop me if you’ve got a problem With my carefree ways Women want me, not just my body I live it up ‘cause I came from nothing And you can’t stop me, not with an army That’s my paraphrase Nobody wants to listen to paraphrase Why not? Hmm, ‘cause they’re afraid We’ll find out they’re broke and their marriage is fake But that’s the American way It’s just a game, and everybody plays it Academics to intellectual vagrants Acting like the ivory temple is sacred When, guess what? The Emperor’s naked! I’ve heard a few hippies try to say they can opt out Turn on, tune in, and cop out But me I’d rather ride around town with the top down And paraphrase the whole hip-hop sound So go ahead, show some bravado Crack a bottle; better yet, write a novel But never forget that this time is borrowed And you’re gonna pay it back tomorrow Women love me; I like to party I’m makin’ money come just by talking And you can’t stop me if you’ve got a problem With my carefree ways Women want me, not just my body I live it up ‘cause I came from nothing And you can’t stop me, not with an army That’s my paraphrase
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Conversation Civilized Okay, let’s open up this can of worms What’s a Caucasian from Canada doin’ rappin'? That’s damn absurd! Maybe we should rephrase the question And switch up the races and see if it even changes the message It’s all stereotypes but hey, maybe you’re right And maybe Asian people shouldn’t play the bagpipes And Scandinavians shouldn’t Salsa dance Foreign flavours should be banned from the South of France Let’s keep the art forms and groups of humans separate What’s up with all these Eastern Europeans Sumo wrestlin’? But at the risk of offering a simple solution Let’s just skip the racial prejudice and stick to basic execution ‘Cause Caucasians accomplished at rappin’ isn’t half as Impressive as half the shit you never thought would’ve happened So can we please rock the mic now? Or is it still an issue even with Barack in the White House? Right So if a black kid with a book isn’t acting white Then what's a white kid acting like every time he grabs the mic? I’ll tell it the same to every person I meet Hip-hop was birthed in the streets, but it’s just words and beat It’s a game we all get to play just like politics Just like science, or like sports, or like arguments And integration is breakin’ the racial barriers down With innovations from different areas split to various styles But only the South Bronx really invented the game And then when the fame spread that’s when the benefits came But every CD sold was a seed bein’ sowed From MCs speakin’ Creole to Swedes with the sweetest flows And racial prejudice is just narrow hypocrisy It has no place in a modern state of meritocracy At least that’s the belief by which we live our lives Just keepin’ our minds open and the conversation civilized
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Gutter Green It's getting kinda critical it might just even be the end So plant a seed and let it grow and turn the gutter green again How does it feel now? Feelings passing through the day That their soul sacredly laid down And all I gotta say is let the walls fall down We came to this planet like an asteroid, but not from an intergalactic void Just a bunch of monkeys with a knack for coitus Makin' noise, and hangin' like bad boys But the impact, damn was it ever intense We haven't figured out how to measure it yet But it's time to accept it and let it sink in We're the extinction level event So get ready for 10 billion live earthlings With fires burning striving and thirsting 10 Million species vying for the nursery And now it's bye, bye, bye reversing But life is an act of force And over extraction is a crash course But it seems like people just ask for it So let's see if we can go back to the forest How does it feel now? Feelings passing through the day That their soul sacredly laid down And all I gotta say is let the walls fall down Yeah let it fall down Let it fall down Let them all fall down Now listen, this ain't about quittin' It's about cleaning house, not demolition It's about how it is and how it could be different It's a civilization salvage mission So if you're down with us then step back And extract yourself from the progress track 'Cause it doesn't take complex math It just takes plants growin' in the cracks of the concrete And it takes Aaron's voice to make the song sweet And Tom Caruana with the bomb beat And plus Lin G to make it complete See? It ain't all about me Nah, it's an eco-system That's got your body movin' to the freaky rhythm And that's how we gotta make each decision Seein' how it affects all the creatures livin' How does it feel now? Feelings passing through the day That their soul sacredly laid down And all I gotta say is let the walls fall down Yeah let it fall down Let it fall down Let them all fall down All I know is that I'm human Who am I to say what's true and what's false? But when I watch the city fumin' I can't help but help it fall How does it feel now? Feelings passing through the day That their soul sacredly laid down And all I gotta say is let the walls fall down
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Do or Die 04:12
Do or Die Automatic rifle in my hands and I hold it steady Got the landing boats, Land-Rovers, and the soldiers ready No one really knows the plan, no one told us anything They just told us we’d be home in twenty or thirty weeks And people in the streets would throw confetti I’m totally sweating; my nerves are just a little bit Tense; I confess, I’m full of adrenaline I stick my head out the window and pull it in again I can’t see shit; it’s like the ocean is infinite But somewhere ahead of us is an island fortress Defended by five battalions of the tyrants’ forces And the sergeant told us “Gentlemen, this guy is remorseless He tears his opponents apart with wild horses And starves his own people, leaving many a child orphaned And now he’s plotting to attack us, so we’re gonna try and force him To surrender his power, and his natural resources” Ours not to reason why, just to do or die Suicide mission, crawlin’ through a sewer pipe A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife To give some meaning to his life, but who am I? Some people say we shouldn’t even be in this fight They’re outside lookin’ in though, so it’s easy to snipe But when you’re on the front lines and there’s no relief in sight You need to find yourself a decent reason to fight I’m fighting for the soldiers on either side of me tonight And none of us give a fuck if our leaders are right Man some of these grunts can barely even read or write But you don’t need a PhD to un-sheath a knife And come to the aid of your brother in arms We march on for each other under the cluster bombs We’re just pawns, you can say what you want about us But I’d like to see you try to play a chess game without us And even those who criticize the cause of the mission Claim to support us, but they give us the wrong equipment That’s why I don’t even try to listen to politicians I just signed up for this to pay my college tuition Ours not to reason why, just to do or die Suicide mission, crawling through a sewer pipe A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife To give some meaning to his life, but who am I? My grandfather fought the Nazis in the Dutch militia He told me: “The chance to fight a just war must’ve missed ya Too bad no enemy today lives up to Hitler huh?” The old man’s got a sense of humour – he’s fuckin’ jester But what’s the measure of whether this is a just cause? Even at home we’ve got some messed up laws I got friends in prison ‘cause they like smoking’ up a lot But they’ve got prescriptions for more potent drugs than pot I just chalk up my palms and get a grip on my rifle It’s real insightful when you say that "violence is a cycle" But someone’s gotta fight those tyrants and psychos It’s my job tonight, and that’s how life goes I won’t let one member of my company down Any second the bow of this boat will start runnin’ aground And we’ll hear that thundering machine gun sound So where’re the critics at now to pass their judgment around? Ours not to reason why, just to do or die Suicide mission, crawling through a sewer pipe A sniper shot him through his eye; I wrote a letter to his wife To give some meaning to his life, but who am I?
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Creeper She's so understanding, she's so fun at dancing She giggles at my jokes when no one is laughing And no one is asking me whether I'm sure 'Cause they've never seen me with a match better than her And every time she touches me the pleasure just surges So I'm stuck in a mouse trap and she's a wild cat Wondering if it's really me she smiles at With her lips puckering up and it's such a child's act That says, 'I got a secret', Oh yeah, how's that? I need some sodium pentathol, make me a potion Instead of joking and saying this relationship is open You rock my body with that sea sickness motion And when I act jealous she gets mad rebellious And gives me a million reasons to act jealous Daily temptations got me flippin' like spatulas I think we both need to confess with the catholics Curious cats gonna run astray Don't think you're gonna get away I won't be fooled by your bad guy's game No don't think you got me spayed It's such a vicious cycle cheating and repeating And she's such a twisted psycho pleading and deceiving I wish she'd just sip Nyquil, so I could be leaving She lies still, but I'm still disbelieving And I find it displeasing so I admit I've been creeping And she kisses me with teeth that leave my lips bleeding And it's intriguing, how often we've got back down That same road, both doing the tomcat prowl When I come home, she gives me a long black scowl So we don't have much physical contact now We don't want that child that we once talked about We just both want the freedom to keep shopping around Round and round and round like a carousel This is how common law marriages fail Chasin' this tail brings out the dog in me But there's no keeping a cat home when she's always in heat Curious cats gonna run astray Don't think you're gonna get away I won't be fooled by your bad guy's game No don't think you got me spayed
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Seven Veils Some of these feminist women want to try to tell me That the recent resurgence of extreme porno’s Gonna turn a lot of virgins into Aileen Wuournos These ivy-league wardens on the female form Have been sounding sore notes, but they’re really just stressed ‘Cause they’re too repressed to get thrills from jigglin’ breasts So if you want to write a critical text about feminine Oppression and subliminal messages and sexual images Then, just do what you think is best But when you’re finished with the righteous intellect you might just Wanna visit with some women who get into burlesque Who express their feminism in a crinoline dress And shed their inhibitions by revealin’ some flesh There’s no emotions closed off, no poppin’ Zoloft Just pantyhose droppin’ and the takin’ of all clothes off And shakin’ what you’ve got and showin’ all your poses off And takin’ the yoke of male domination and throwin’ it off Along with your robes and recently exposed bras So don’t tell me there’s no romance in pole dancin’ It’s an optical erogenous zone expansion dammit It’s the dance of the seven veils, with ruby red nails But I can’t make heads or tails Of whether this is meant to impress the males Or let the females express themselves I’m feelin’ quite confused by these women who get offended By the vice and lewdness of the Moulin Rouge It’s like a righteous Christian pro-lifer’s views If you’re tryin’ to take away a woman’s right to choose Whether to get pleasure from men’s eyes on their boobs And if they really like it and the guys want it too, Then who are you to say that it isn’t empowering To make entertainment out of lesbians showering Together, and oiling each other with ointment? Are you trying to make a point by souring our enjoyment Of the spectacle, or by cowering yes-men And adding specimens to your collection of testicles In a fishbowl? Tell me yes or no! I’m an intellectual too, like Cecil Rhodes I just wanna have my fetishes accepted though I wanna see feminist academics stripping In feather boas at my next burlesque show I wanna see them dirty dancing to my vocals I wanna see them flirting with me through their bifocals I’m gonna hold my breath and expect to die hopeful It’s the dance of the seven veils, with ruby red nails But I can’t make heads or tails Of whether this is meant to impress the males Or let the females express themselves Oh please oh please express yourself Never feel like you oppress yourself Even if it's just to impress the males Just express yourself, express yourself
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Valediction Your broken heart is not my crime There's something out there that I've got to find When I'm in your arms I feel like I've come home But I gotta keep on rollin' on my own I wish there was a better way to say this without hurtin’ you But I know you well enough to know you’re gonna take it personal Tell me that you’ve heard it before and call me a turncoat ‘Cause I prefer to go from terminal to terminal And keep searchin’ and roamin’ instead of returning home But like a turtle, my only home is internal My life is an open journal and I journey alone You were the center of my circle at first But there was more beneath the surface like the words of a poem I’ve got my own version of eternal devotion And your emotional nervousness is hurtin’ my growth So for me uncertainty is all that’s currently known I wish I could say truthfully that it isn’t you; it’s me And the newness I seek is just stupidity In fact, I would say that if I thought you would believe it If we could mutually agree on a few good reasons to do what we need To do, and if you could believe that you’re still beautiful to me Then we could leave without either of us grievin’ You knew that I needed my freedom And you said you were open to seein’ me leave When I needed, but now I can see you were only deceivin’ me Dreamin’ of keepin’ me, and now you accuse me of treason? I told you the truth and you refused to believe me So now how have you been mistreated? Your broken heart is not my crime There's something out there that I've got to find When I'm in your arms I feel like I've come home But I gotta keep on rollin' on my own So close the door, you know I gotta do it right One last time, before we say goodnight It's only life, it's only life darling But then again, who knows the way are heart' supposed to go
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Apocalyptic Utopian Dreams in the Western Wilderness I dreamed I was a butterfly, having a dream I was a man having a dream I was a butterfly So what am I? I’m a butterfly man Like Aaron Nazrul, or maybe a pterodactyl My mental state is very adaptable I dreamed of a light in the sky and everybody Was running from it terrified and trying to hide Except some people had a light in their eyes Like “Yes the apocalypse, now it’s our time” And they were like parasites, and predators, with nothing But lust and violence on their bloody minds But where’s my tribe? Where’s my sister and my Cousins and, wait, did my brother survive? I find them in a secret village filled with people Singing about civilization and how we killed it Like “it’s time to destroy and rebuild it” “It’s time to destroy and rebuild it The cities are poisoned and filled with noise And filth and we always feel sick and joyless So it's time to destroy and rebuild it Apocalyptic utopian dreams In the western wilderness, goin’ insane Thinkin’ like nothin’ exists but this place That’s how we get away from the stress of the everyday I dreamed I was a soldier, fighting in a war I didn’t understand, just wishing it was over I was shoulder to shoulder with some brave men and women Thinkin' if I could just save them, then that made sense I dreamed I was a politician full of positive intentions But every policy I followed went the wrong direction And all the people really wanted was a strong protector So that’s what they got, with all the consequences I dreamed I was a rap phenomenon makin’ the hottest Songs, livin’ like the Shah of Iran, drivin’ the Audubon In August in an Audi with some hot mamas in thongs; But then I lost the common touch and it all went wrong I dreamed I was a woman who wasn’t in love with me Even though I wanted her to be, I disgusted me Watching myself grovel, like, “what a freak” While I kept on pleading with her, like: “Touch me please!” Apocalyptic utopian dreams In the western wilderness, goin’ insane Thinkin’ like nothin’ exists but this place That’s how we get away from the stress of the everyday I dreamed of a paradigm shift The kind that only happens after a terrible crisis And I didn’t know what the crisis was and I didn’t care Lives were lost and not mine and that isn’t fair But I was a witness to it all, sitting there Watching as the dynamic shifted As if the Titanic had drifted into that cataclysmic Collision, only instead of panicked and cannibalistic People actually acted in their collective Rational interests, the whole planet was pacifistic And yet somehow it still had defenses Against the animalistic instincts of degenerate Misfits, and instead of massive weapons All we manufactured was cures for cancer and sickness And new games to play and ways to explore space I just wish I could remember what provoked the change Apocalyptic utopian dreams In the western wilderness, goin’ insane Thinkin’ like nothin’ exists but this place That’s how we get away from the stress of the everyday
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Requiem for Heaven I don’t know what heaven is, I just know what heaven isn’t It isn’t a position in the VIP section Where you sit forever, flicking your pleasure switches It isn’t just an incentive to pick the best religion Like a raffle ticket – forget the metaphysics Anyone who threatens you with invisible gimmicks Is just trying to sell you some gibberish So what about a heaven that we actually get to live in? One that’s not just a place in the clouds, please I’m not stupid, this ain’t Jesus Walks music And if you really believe Jesus talks to you Then you should read The God Delusion Schizophrenia’s obviously got you losin’ it So relax and move in to a new paradigm A place where you’re no longer aware of time It’s called the present, and it’s a true paradise Plus it’s right there in front of your eyes What a surprise Some float away on a dream They can’t wait to believe in Some find their heaven right here In a place they can dream into being Imagine this isn’t a dress rehearsal, imagine There’s one life to live, and yes, it’s terminal And religion isn’t really the source of our personal Morals, it’s just how we make them feel more personal And less like a vicious circle, but the purpose Is more horizontal and less vertical More about co-existence than a test of virtue And heaven is just a world less hurtful Where respect is universal, instead of seasonal International instead of inter-regional A real pessimist would say “inconceivable” But I see it as a symbol of the best in people A utopian dream, but not just a metaphor An image of a world where there isn’t war Not a hidden reward behind a mystery door But a principle that’s really worth living for And if you think it’s the afterlife, you’re misinformed It’s time to wake up and shake off the melatonin Go ahead and live in the moment and smell the roses And experience the infinite present unfolding Just direct some of your efforts and mental focus Into the collective magnum opus of helping the hopeless And then just watch as the entrance to heaven opens So slowly that we hardly even notice it Some float away on a dream They can’t wait to believe in Some find their heaven right here In a place they can dream into being If this is all we get It's not a test for what comes next And in this moment We can get our heaven on and Make a joyful sound With everyone around And leave this place just a little better Than we found it As soon as we stop waiting for the End to just descend and take us Where we've always been we'll find our Heaven in this present tense If you're waiting to be born Again my friend Why pretend it's not within We'll find our heaven in this present tense

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Baba Brinkman's third solo album is a folk-infused West Coast hip-hop cruise through a world of utopian optimism, sexual indulgence, and tribal ritual, haunted by the dark spectre of civilization's collapse.

Exclaim Magazine Review:
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released September 30, 2009

Beat production by Soulful Spider, Tom Caruana, Lucid Notion, Mr. Simmonds, and DJ NST.

Album produced, mixed, and engineered by Lin G, Vancouver BC.

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