**TRANSISTOR RADIO**

From the view of Universal Mind,
there’s still so far to go..
Made from primitive design ~
It’s such a limited world that we know…

…Transistor radio….
…Transistor radio….

So many centuries fall away..
It’s regrettable we can’t break through
the many walls we hold in place ~
Forever mired by the low things we do…

…Transistor radio….
…Transistor radio….

And now we’re forced to contemplate
the fate of who came before ~
Maybe it was a real big fella
Had on him a big antennae..

Now living across the sky
The Boom Box babies convey delight ~
Tapping into frequencies
far more vast than you and me….

…Transistor radio….
…Transistor radio….

**JOHNNY APOCALYPSE**

He’s riding on..
ideation ..
Gonna make a getaway
from this culture deep in its decay

And how he stands apart
becomes a work of art
Though everything he’d ever been..
convinced them all he’d never win

But when Johnny Apocalypse comes
But when Johnny Apocalypse comes
his star-seed strums
and he comes…

His thoughts are far
from their whole radar
It’s just that he knows something else..
Cuz something else is what he felt;

That with his guitar
he’d cause the birth of stars..
He’s going to change the world today
Yeah, it might have happened anyway..

But when Johnny Apocalypse comes
But when Johnny Apocalypse comes
his star-seed strums
and he comes…

Golden boy ~ Horse of Troy
Implode the gray machine
for salvation…

When Johnny Apocalypse… comes.

**SEABIRDS**

Devendra, I send ya, a message from on High
There is a reason for seabirds in the sky
Come let me tell ya how in their wing’s a pearl
They learn from the weight they carry
how to occupy two worlds…

See, once there was a Master who raised them from his breast
Their grace he proclaimed, but never gave them rest
Everybody gathered to hear their pretty sound
Drained by the burden, they found a way to go underground…

Still you can see their soul by the shape of their shadows
The line is long and pure of their shadows…
as they glide across the light ~
When you see birds… in flight

Devendra, I send ya, more story for your cap
The seabirds stayed playing in this uncharted map
The water blocked the sound of all those people’s cries
But then they saw the blue moon
shining on the water from the skies…

So this was a time they really had a choice
They rose to take flight ~ rising with their voice
Cuz seabirds have it all… and break all the rules..
This song’s to say, Devendra, ..no quiero verte azul…

You can see their soul by the shape of their shadows
The line is long and pure of their shadows…
as they glide across the light ~
When you see birds… in flight

**WE MAKE CELEBRITIES**

She wears the latest dress
She’s held up and caressed
by the factory that creates her,
manufacturing all the data..

Sure, everybody knows
everywhere that Baby goes ~
The party she attends by design
for the photographer to construct desire…
desire..desire..

Like a lab producing social disease ~
we make celebrities
who live a life in the clouds
while you stay down in the crowds ~
And it’s all based on the premise
that you prefer fantasies..
We make celebrities, we make celebrities

He drives the latest cars
Yeah he gets drunk in bars,
living days of wild luxury
like a blueprint of the male who’s free…

While in truth, he’s anything But…
Yeah he’s a little slut
for his paycheck from the company ~
Each moment lived, a commodity-
not free..not free

Like a lab producing social disease ~
we make celebrities
who live a life in the clouds
while you stay down in the crowds ~
And it’s all based on the premise
that you prefer fantasies..
We make celebrities, we make celebrities

She wears the latest dress
He’s held up and caressed
by the factory that creates her…

**HOLY WATER**

To the other side of sleep..
you fall – like the first morning
Pray thy heart to keep, you strong ~
This vision clearing ~
Offering a prayer ~ Thy Self…
My arms around you..
There was no one there,
to hold you through the thousandth hour…
the thousandth hour

Come again through fog
This long and never-ending
road ..of winter song…
Now free, with heart transcending ~
Spreading through the air ~ we fly…
These long forgotten ..Hands
held to the sky..
that’ll ride your spirit,
long ~ with love’s power..
Long live love’s power…

Raining….
like Holy Water Reigning…
Holy Water ..Sailing…
on holy water ..
Amazing… Amazing…

Baby… You will see…
the morning dawn lays dreaming
and wakes when night reveals..
Angel Dreams… you and me..
Beyond all veils, we’re singin’…
and spinning on the wheel…
holy… wholly… amazing.

To the other side of sleep
you fall ..like the first morning..
Pray thy heart to keep ~ you strong ~
This vision clearing…
Hands held to the sky
we waive.. in flight..
staff into the night…
Raining holy water.

**CRYSTAL FACES**

Going round this world of fools
…Breaking all the kinds of rules…
You jump inside the mind and as you climb,
you rearrange the molecules…

CRYSTAL FACES / MORNING TRACES /
ALL THOSE PATTERNS GOING PLACES
CRYSTAL FACES / MORNING TRACES /
COLORED LIGHTS BLINKIN’
BEYOND THINKIN’

Then -just then- he’s standing there
and all at once, it becomes clear
He sees the people are feelin’ sick
cuz from their factories come clouds of black magic…

Mixing up a tablespoon
of his concoction, he’s exiting the room…
He won’t sing their monkey tune
that comes in ashes, signaling mad monkey doom

CRYSTAL FACES / MORNING TRACES /
ALL THOSE PATTERNS GOING PLACES
CRYSTAL FACES / MORNING TRACES /
COLORED LIGHTS BLINKIN’
BEYOND THINKIN’, YEAH..

**CYBORG (THREE UNIVERSES)**

The Cyborg Project is the story of a species
being overtaken by its own inventions.
As the human animal merges with its technologies ~
becoming increasingly inseparable from the tools
we live through ~
we have developed into a hybrid entity,
that is in part Cyborg…

I am 3 universes breathing
all the way to my Egyptian home ~
And in my mind, thoughts collide
against the walls of your galaxies;
the insecurities from all your disbelieving
in your dreaming ~ Still your dreaming
is just breathing in my mind….

As our receptors are fed as much by electronic stimulation
as by our own senses and impulses,
we must wonder how alien we have become
to our natural characteristics.
And so too our history ~ re-written by the stories
we have told ourselves over time ~
replacing & being taken for Reality…
How much of the human identity is a product ~
not of authentic authorship, but of rogue messages
being sent by corrupted programming.
This program will self destruct in 5 seconds: 5, 4…

3 universes breathing
all the way to my Egyptian home ~
And in my mind, thoughts collide
against the walls of your galaxies;
the insecurities from all your disbelieving
in your dreaming ~ Still your dreaming
is just breathing in my mind….

What has still to yet be realized
is the positive thrust of Self-Invention
as a creative impulse;
to re-perceive and invent a New Authentic
by activating the poetic dynamics ~
rather than perceived literality
of existence.
And ask if we can recognize
in a double helix of oppositions,
that the very ashes of our destruction
contain the same seeds of potential
for rebirth.
(….Just breathing in my mind…)

I am three universes breathing… all the way to my Egyptian home.

**THE INVISIBLE IMPLANT**

They’re never gonna tell you
what it’s all about ~
It’s gonna feel like a dream
No they’re never gonna show you
this game of clouds ~
No it ain’t what it seems

It’s all a part of their plan
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant
It will take long to understand
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant

It’s placed deep inside…
Before you’re defined…
With this subtle lie…
And here’s the mind-blaster…
You’re the Monkey not the Master ~
You’re the Monkey not the Master.

That’s all a part of their plan
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant…

It will come in time
that we will see the light ~
and demand equality
In your life or mine,
we will reach inside ~
and plant our own kind of seed

And we’ll make it all a part of our plan
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant
In our fight for the future, you must comprehend…
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant

Can we grow any faster…
to not be monkey but the master…
The Invisible Implant,
The Invisible Implant.

**ZENYATTA**

It was a very special day
with thousands seated
for a ritual coronation
of the undefeated
Zenyatta…

Zenyatta, Zenyatta…

Dancing along
like a miracle on the track
like a penyatta to children
giving candy back
was Zenyatta…

Zenyatta, Zenyatta..

Facing mud in the eye,
many boys to get past..
Everything was against her
but no one was as fast
as Zenyatta…

Zenyatta, Zenyatta..

All the fat wallet fellows
gathering up their money
But the horse racing Gods
prepared a secret ceremony
for Zenyatta…

Zenyatta, Zenyatta…

Causing lots of Blame
and hearts to be healed ~
While clear to all really watching,
there was just one star on the field

Zenyatta…. Zenyatta, Zenyatta

Now all those around you
will have to face the fact
that the record books prefer
their mysteries intact

Oh, Zenyatta… Zenyatta, Zenyatta

**BEAUTY BOMB**

I found you bathing in the abyss ~
You tossed away what you thought you wanted
in favor of following your bliss
And though your comment was absurd ~
it placed you in the realm of Eden,
exempted from the longings of the herd…

The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
on my world.. on my world…

A paper tiger in your dress
You know that you intimidated
all the guys you needn’t bother
to have impressed
But still you gave them such a thrill ~
Remaining so intoxicating..
They were lambs to your playing
Shepherd on the Hill…
You were giving free will…
of given free will…

The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
on my world.. on my world…

**OUTLAW**

I feel you comin’ close to me
like two planets encircling
There is gravity…
and the air goes out from the room

Look up and see stars align
Some people let comets pass ’em by ~
But I would do anything…
that leads… that leads to you…

Would you be an Outlaw for my love…
Would you be an Outlaw, an Outlaw…
Would you be an Outlaw for my love…

In this world, I’ll never forsake you ~
If you don’t wanna, I won’t make you…
But why not take the world
that’s come into your hands…

Would you be an Outlaw for my love…
Would you be an Outlaw, an Outlaw…
Would you be an Outlaw for my love…

 

ALL WORDS & MUSIC BY STAVO MUSTANG CRAFT

(C) UNICORN PRIEST MUSIC