Issue No 142 Better In Tune With The Infinite Lyrics
Better In Tune With The Infinite by Issue No. 142
[Intro:]
If one would hold up such truth as the truth of God, to the people,
I do think that he's within his right to stay out of sight of the people
Until he has won everything to himself as the Bible report was good like this
That he's something like a king looking for a kingdom.
And that he go and he visits the people and he leaves the people
And goes away and waits until the time when he can seclude again.
Then he returns to the people that he had made, himself, a manifest.
So I think there's a pretty thorough answer
Well, I can't do anything without consulting my crystal first
Let's go inside here, just come along, I'll show you, that's right, here, that's it.
Sit down right here.
This, this is the same genuine, magic, authentic crystal
Used by the priest of Isis and Osiris in the days of the pharaohs in Egypt.
In which, Cleopatra first saw the approach of Julius Caesar and Mark Antony
And so on and so on.
Now you better close your eyes, my child, for a moment,
In order to be better in tune with the infinite
It's frustrating when you just can't express yourself
And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself
To stand exposed and naked in a world full of hatred
Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred.
I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks
Fast forward towards the stars in the jetpack
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me
The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me
Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me
They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me!
They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me!
To the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges, do the debt holders and the law makers
Fuck you, sue me, bill me!
That name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me
The lies can't conceal me
The sun rise and the moon tides and the sky's gonna reveal me
My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me
My Lord's too beneficent, the message grab a hold to every ear it get whispered in
The waters in the bayous of New Orleans still glistening
The universe is listening, be careful what you say in it
My grandma told me every bed a nigga make, he lay in it
The church you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside
Staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies
I've got something' to say
I, I've got something' to say
Yesterday
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow is on the way, oh yeah!
You don't have time to wait,
No, no, no!
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
You don't have time to wait,
Tomorrow is on the way,
oh my, my, my!
If one would hold up such truth as the truth of God, to the people,
I do think that he's within his right to stay out of sight of the people
Until he has won everything to himself as the Bible report was good like this
That he's something like a king looking for a kingdom.
And that he go and he visits the people and he leaves the people
And goes away and waits until the time when he can seclude again.
Then he returns to the people that he had made, himself, a manifest.
So I think there's a pretty thorough answer
Well, I can't do anything without consulting my crystal first
Let's go inside here, just come along, I'll show you, that's right, here, that's it.
Sit down right here.
This, this is the same genuine, magic, authentic crystal
Used by the priest of Isis and Osiris in the days of the pharaohs in Egypt.
In which, Cleopatra first saw the approach of Julius Caesar and Mark Antony
And so on and so on.
Now you better close your eyes, my child, for a moment,
In order to be better in tune with the infinite
It's frustrating when you just can't express yourself
And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself
To stand exposed and naked in a world full of hatred
Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred.
I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks
Fast forward towards the stars in the jetpack
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me
The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me
Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me
They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me!
They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me!
To the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges, do the debt holders and the law makers
Fuck you, sue me, bill me!
That name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me
The lies can't conceal me
The sun rise and the moon tides and the sky's gonna reveal me
My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me
My Lord's too beneficent, the message grab a hold to every ear it get whispered in
The waters in the bayous of New Orleans still glistening
The universe is listening, be careful what you say in it
My grandma told me every bed a nigga make, he lay in it
The church you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside
Staring out the windows is for love songs and house flies
I've got something' to say
I, I've got something' to say
Yesterday
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow is on the way, oh yeah!
You don't have time to wait,
No, no, no!
Yesterday is gone
Yesterday is gone
You don't have time to wait,
Tomorrow is on the way,
oh my, my, my!