Tell me Shiva,
what’s your reality?
What’s this
universe full of beautiful things?
A breath in, a
breath out, feel good
He destroys the
world to re-create new ones
With his cosmic
dance in the circle of fire
He lives on the
Himalayan range
And spends his
time smoking ganjia
The great
nothing’s coming
In the desert of
your soul
You remember
nothing about you
You’re under the
spell just like everybody
And a cosmic wind just
wipes out the traces
Welcome to the
atomic market age
Where the
television makes
Atomic zombies
The big
hallucination
On your television
screen
That’s the world’s
description for you
You’re under the
spell just like everybody
And a cosmic wind
just wipes out the traces
Welcome to the
atomic market age
Where the
television makes
Atomic zombies
Atomic zombies are
made to be a shame
Atomic zombies are
made to say yes
Atomic zombies are
made to be dead
Now he looks at us
without shaking
Riding the sky on
a radioactive dream
Towards life-form
dominance
His rucksack is
full of skulls and bones
That he blows up
in the night
Drawing
the path of a missile
In the sky
Missing something
upstairs
He wants to see a
luminous trace
Now he wants to
hear the earth shaking
Dreaming a new
explosive mixture
Missing something
upstairs
Now in his room
prowls the ghost
Of the great
rocket guru who drives him
To a bigger
explosion to the final countdown
Let the feast of
fools begin
Missing something
upstairs
“Wollt ihr den
totalen Krieg?
Wollt ihr ihn,
wenn nötig, totaler und radikaler, als wir ihn
uns heute überhaupt erst vorstellen können?”
The desert age is
coming and the sun is so big
That wheat is
burning and the world is hungry
Do you know
another planet where it’s possible to live?
The earth’s dying
bit by digital bit
“das deutsche Volk
hat sein Vertrauen zum Führer verloren.”
Andrè, Nestlè,
Coca Cola, Dow chemical.
Fight them, fight
them
Don’t buy
The moth is the
messenger the keeper of eternity
The moth has on his
wings a dark gold-dust
The moth is the
messenger the keeper of eternity
Knowledge spreads
out like a dark gold-dust
A swarm of bubbles
that floats to me
Like a rain of
dark gold-dust
Swallow me swallow me
To know is like
having a rain of dark gold-dust grains
I call you, you
come in the form of a blue mushroom
Through his
pumpkin
The shaman can get
you to feel everything
Through his
pumpkin
The shaman let me
know the mescalito that
Spreads out of his
pumpkin
He let’s the
pumpkin decide what to do
Anyone can give
you peyote
But only a wizard
Through his
pumpkin
Can get you to
know mescalito
Through and
Through
Through his
pumpkin
Instead of coming
back home
Through his
pumpkin
We took the bus to
Mexicali
On the bus to
medical
Why are
you in the sky?
Open
eyes sleepin’ inside
And the
stare to nowhere
Wasting
time sleepin’ mind
When
the world is full of care
And your
headline screams despair
Lies
and madness are preferred
Stars
in the sky disappear
The
best meditation is creation
Being
creative is being godlike
Don’t
sleep anymore, don’t sleep anymore
Wake up
get up, wake up get up, wake to the truth
Wake up
get up, wake up get up to the elevation
I get
on, I get on
I get
on to elevation
POWER OF THE SUN
As you know the
problem is toxic waste
Do you know that
sunshine is clean and safe?
Sun for everybody
sun is clean
With a piece of
sun you feel so clean
Not like firing
gasoline
No more petrol no
more tankers no more bankers
Why do you have to
pay oil companies?
When for everybody
sun is free
With a piece of
sun I will bring peace
Changing colour of
the sea
Use the power of
the sun
A solution of
pollution, revolution
Use the power of
the sun
Now we need to
change mentality
Put a piece of sun
in everything
Saving trees and
animals
No more petrol no
more tankers no more bankers
Use the power of
the sun