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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Slow Flux (Steppenwolf) · Flux [2003] (Flux) · Perfect Flux Thing (Jeremy Toback) · Slow Flux/Hour of the Wolf/Skullduggery (Steppenwolf) – and 90 other albums »


Floating in this world of satisfaction
Contentment for an immeasureable time 
Echo's vibrated by universe
The universe of endless
we'd all sing in tune
But this is reality so give me some room
So join the struggle while you may
The revolution is just a tee shirt away
Waiting for
tell you
It doesn't matter the last will be first
For the sad and the meek and the righteous
And all those who will hunger and thirst
So let the poor in
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
world after all
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
world after all
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
deployed
They lived a vile evil life of treachery

He sailed the Florida Straits searching for his prey
Stealing all the treasures from their fold
This
never ever really begin to understand

There is no time for us on this spinning earth
Today, tomorrow set in motion
And though we might be living in our
clovers
Has been covered by a giant plastic slide

So I'm sitting on this bench just reminiscing
About the years when all I had to do was play
When I
was stalking time for the moon boys, the Bewlay Brothers

With our backs on the arch
And if the Devil may be here
But he can't sing about that
Oh,
the equation
It's all elemental 

The world is restless 
Heaven in flux
Angels appear 
From the bright storm 
Out of the shadows 
Up there, down there
or hugging bums or doing something that you knows good for ya
Those times are tedious and tenuous and hopefully much shorter than a blink

I'm so easy
Overwhelmed
By free association
Twisted region
Shown to the journeyman

Overload
All is dissipated
Displayed
Violently unto the senses

Altered time
Pavilion in '89
I met some weirdoes and had myself a real good time
Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard
Where you got to be hard or get jacked
It lacked
down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all apple pie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king

[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist
It takes five minutes for me to get to your house
In no time at all on a time traveling couch
It takes four minutes to figure out the date
And I
profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle
Bless my style, criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fucking Blaze

This goes for niggas who
Big Flux Pavilion and the badda man ting,
This crap from the camp means all the wax gone,
All your stats gone,
I might get torn,
I spread to bends
on time
I got lost in the arms of a baby of mine
It was three in the morning, she was all alone
But don't you mention that to the boss
As far as he's
the Dorothy C. Pavilion in '89
I met some weirdoes and had myself a real good time
Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard

Where you got to be hard or get jacked
businessmen for all you chump-change
Citizens listening, when I recline
Rock shine like a day-glo baseball
Jam when you put my tape on
Land caved on abilities,
understatement
But I still want to be gazed on by your Ativan eyes
Oh, cast an eye upon me

'Cause I'd sit and write to you about all this and nothing
And I,
Livin' on a razor blade 
Came toe to toe with nemesis 
As if my mind unscathed 
All I wanted to was bathe
In the rays of eternity 
All of a sudden
spot in the VIP lounge chilling with your beats,
'Cause you're feeling me hot.

Feelin' me not,
No matter what the gaze is,
Big Flux Pavilion
Big Flux Pavilion and the badda man ting,
This crap from the camp means all the wax gone,
All your stats gone,
I might get torn,
I spread to bends