Monty Biggins
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Turn Up The Frequency

(verse)
I'm surprised by my drifting thoughts
Perceptions, and the inner monologue
overcome by their current environment
the two merge on an axis of my ignorance

All the same, I lose focus far too quick
I look up, all around us, there it is
Here we are, standing calm in a universe
Can I immerse with a verse of a curse, it's getting worse

There's a chaos rumbling, we don't hear.
The calm I sense, it's just happening here,
While a galaxy explodes, imploding doom
I got a freezie for two quarters, and the flowers bloom    

you got room for me, in our spec of dust
the sands of time, you gonna make me rust
no trust, don't fuss, hey It's not you're fault
we revolve, resolve, evolve,  no mystery solved.

(Chorus)
Sun down, surrounds your hearing
shine on, I can see you're fearing
Turn up the frequency
What's the need, you're here with me?  X2
 
(Verse)
I gotta bend it down, turn it around
There's a carrot near my nose and it weighs a pound
What populates a populous  sans neo con post opulence
Should only be the product of enlightened not just radiance

a glow, a show, aurora's MO,
I want to thank you for all coming to witness the low,
Toe tapping down the universe, the definition's looking terse.
What's worse?  At least we're not slumped down in a hearse

Lurch.

The Vehicle has major plans, you might think to deviate, but you can't
programmed, hard wired,  just kick his flat tire,
There's no need to update, no future wait, the system is and will always be
It's the start and the end, the moments within that allow a pathway,  it's an origin.

Forgiven, for what? A power you hold?
Why don't you make a mould of my soul, it's old, I'm told...
who knows?  
You chose to perceive.  It's what your receptors see.
Don't forget they are as fallible in me.
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  • AMERICANA ROOTS
    • About
    • Events Services >
      • Live Music / DJ
      • Karaoke
  • Punk Rock
  • Kostaman
  • Neon Beige
  • Ferrets In Bathtubs Records
    • The Sociables Variety Act
    • The Nothing Box Originals
    • Guitjo and Monty >
      • Words
      • The Moon and The Sun
      • Mr. Sunshine
      • Got Sunny Days
    • Pyramidical
    • Elduderino
  • Video Projects
    • Sound Design Reel
  • Music Lessons
  • Images
  • Other
    • Lyrics/Poetry >
      • Untattered
      • Masks
      • Turn Up The Frequency
      • Listen Up
      • What wut?
      • Expecting
      • Inevitable
      • Tap the Keg
      • All the Same