Meditation Gong (Words/Music - Justin Lavash)

Recorded on Programmed (2016)

Low-down and lifeless. Feel that hunger coming on. Top E-string tightness, sugar crisis - man, that panic's coming on. I'm holding out for that meditation gong. I'm holding off that medication. I was sat in bars till closing time. I was putting twists on paradigms. I was painted in by peer group pressure. Man, I found the pain in pleasure. Music: guilded craft and cage. I was hissing, spitting, seething rage. Feel the draw of the city, it's the law of the city. We're all whores of the city in the roar of the city, coz' it's war in the city at the core of the city - the mendacity, the complicity, the velocity, the eccentricity, the electro-city. Need neuroplasticity. Man, that anger's coming on. I'm holding off that medication. Any woman that comes near me again gonna find herself in need of a very special friend for a very long conversation about how men let them down again, just won't pay the rent and work till back is bent. Throw them away when they are spent. Let me tell you how it is done. Gotta look after number one. You ride 'em hard till they are done. Chew the flavour out of the chewing gum. Puts you in her pocket like a half-cocked gun. [Signum Diabolicum!] That Jezebel carries the Signum Diabolicum. [That Jezebel must burn!] He rides that diamond shorn. THAT JELLY ROLL DONE PUT ITS DENTURES ON! I'm holding out for that meditation gong. I'm holding off that medication. Concave, convex, complex. Concave man. Cave conman. Vexed caveman. King Kong! King Kong, man. Hungry, snarling, snapping dog. Oh yeah, that weed is strong. Tell me how is that Mogadon? How is that medication? COz I'm holding out for that meditation gong.

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