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All words & music by Stavo Mustang Craft

**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…

**STRANGE BIRDS**

Strange birds, all..
Those wings won’t bring you glory ~
As none can relate
to a character not in their story
When you live between the lines,
the signs that guide do blur..
and build those strange obsessions
in the hearts of those it lures

Strange birds stick apart
Dancing in the dark
is the avenue

Teleprompter faces,
the faceless multiply
In drag, but not so holy-
this game they deify
Blinded by the shimmer
of social auctioneers
They’re for whom the bell tolls;
strange birds don’t adhere..

Strange birds stick apart
Dancing in the dark
is the avenue..
in the avenue

Strange Birds..

**ABERRATION**

They tell you it’s a lie
to fill your world so full with pleasure
to make you deny
that it’s all right to live your life in leisure
Take it in stride ~
It took a while to get woman from the kitchen
The truth can’t hide
that freedom is it’s own ambition

Grow your hair ~ and paint your walls
Free your head ~ and bounce your balls
Not to be a freak.. but you may find your chic
as an aberration..

Cuz the first to say that- the world was flat
was an aberration
and the first to fly- they all just sighed
“He’s an aberration”
Then the first to the moon- they called him soon an aberration
So now maybe you- should have them call you too an aberration

So they tell you to change
to live up to their expectations
Tell you you’re insane
You’ll ignore their warnings with sweet elations
That’s all right ~
You don’t have to borrow from their limitations
A bird in flight
never asked a soul for congratulations

Grow your hair ~ and paint your walls
Free your head ~ and bounce your balls
Not to be a freak.. but you may find your chic
as an aberration..

Cuz the first to say that- the world was flat
was an aberration
and the first to fly- they all just sighed
“He’s an aberration”
Then the first to the moon- they called him soon an aberration
So now maybe you- should have them call you too an aberration

You have my admiration ..congratulations..
you become an aberration ..you’re an aberration

**EVERMORE**

Love is evermore
Evermore until the day it walks out the door
Love is the atmosphere
An atmosphere evaporates, bone-dry from tears..
and love is the magic key
but you turn it ~ and all the magic might crash reality
Beware.. of love.

Love is eternity
Eternity until you walked away from me
Love, such a strange delight;
the endless flight – that vanishes in pure day light…
and love is the stratosphere
A height so grand, it thrills you..
til it could kill you, dear
Beware.. of love.

Laid bare.. evermore.. by love.

**THE MONEY SONG**

Why medical solutions have been silenced as hazardous
Why we destroy the lungs of Planet Earth~ rainforest

Money is of what money talks
Why textbooks misinform
Why cars still run on oil

Money is of what money talks
and la-dee-dah…
(code for: “& other such fucked up shit”)

Why we learn things that feel like a distraction
Why we live in a constant state of deception

Money is of what money talks
Why things are built to break
Why the media reality is fake

Money is of what money talks
and la-dee-dah…
(money song..money song..money money)

Why weed that’s curing cancer
can’t get past the legislature
Why more watch the Superbowl
than a year’s worth of PBS Nature

Money is of what money talks
Why energy is..
Still not free is..
Money ..
is of what money talks
and la-dee-dah…

**MAGIC OMENS**

Day to night falls like a blanket
across your mind
Still a light on ~ past the place
where eyes have gone blind..

Magic Omens ~
keep me true
Magic Omens ~
opens up to the day,
the colors show through..

Enter through doorways,
made once of walls
Know that you’re always
in reach.. when the magic calls..

Magic Omens ~
keep me true
Magic Omens ~
opens up to the day,
the colors show through..

Signals of a language
the world responds from inner-terrain
Something of a strange witch
encoded in the details of your brain…

Magic Omens ~
the colors show through..

**WALKING ON WATER**

Fluctuation abides
yet we keep from falling
In the world of the mind,
nothing is solid
Find a balance inside,
and simply call it logic

Walking on water is easy
Walking on water is easy

We put thoughts in motion
You’re the waves in your ocean
Follow yourself to your home

Walking on water is easy
Walking on water is easy..

Just make a sound
and those waves start rolling
Thoughts are unbound,
the world is decoding
Put your feet on the ground;
you can know the whole thing..

Walking on water is easy
Walking on water is easy…

do do do do dooooo

Follow yourself to your home
Walking on water is easy..
walking on water..

**PHOENIX LIGHTS**

It was the last days of winter and..
the lights came from over the mountain
Ten thousand people.. saw them..
Most remembered every detail –
but some experienced missing time
that was only revealed
by the photos they had taken…

Phoenix lights…

The lights came over the mountain
And there was nothing at all to fear..
Yes the lights were there over the mountain
..and they’re still here…

It was a soothing amber, the orbs..
hovering motionlessly
Stood there in silence ~
but there for thousands to see..
for 106 minutes –
a ship a full mile long…
This, the mayor and the senator agree.

The lights came over the mountain
And there was nothing at all to fear
Yes the lights were there over the mountain
And they are here..
Nothing to fear.

All one night in Phoenix…
All one night in Phoenix
There were many lights..
over the city……

**PROFIT PERVERTS**

I hear there’s another war in store
Deceptions of a matador
for cultural domination
under the guise of salvation
They say you like it like this
but it’s just a drowning kiss

And it’s all to make some sick man’s dreams come true
It’s all to make a sick man’s dreams come true
What do profit perverts..
have up their sleeve for you
What do profit perverts..
have up their sleeve for you

It’s all to make some sick man’s dreams come true
and the profit perverts.. they’re comin’ after you!

Got no intention to sustain
Crumblin’ cities, open veins..
Just more manipulation
from perverse foundations
so these powers can grow
It’s just a caveman show

And it’s all to make some sick man’s dreams come true
It’s all to make a sick man’s dreams come true
What do profit perverts..
have up their sleeve for you
What do profit perverts..
have up their sleeve for you

It’s all to make some sick man’s dreams come true
and the profit perverts.. they’re comin’ after you!

So we allow this to continue
Clown faces growin’ in you
of consumer identity;
makes us shallow and greedy
And we learn not to know.
Become a part of the show.

And it’s all to make some sick man’s dreams come true
It’s all to make a sick man’s dreams come true
What do profit perverts..
have up their sleeve for you
What do profit perverts..
have up their sleeve for you

It’s all to make some sick man’s dreams come true
and the profit perverts.. they’re comin’ after you!

chorale:
“It’s an honor / to be a species /
on this planet / but then what he sees /
oh they rape it / what gave them birth.. /
Rape the mother / for all it’s worth /
PROFIT perverts / Profit PERVERTS
PROFIT perverts / Profit PERVERTS”

**MIRRORS**

People pick up a cellphone
like they used to reach for a cigarette
to transfer social anxiety
and personal tension.. onto on object..

Staring at mirrors
and theres nobody there
Everyone’s staring at mirrors;
the picture’s all too clear

Feel the screen..of the Mirror Machine..
Feel the screen..of the Mirror Machine..
calling…..

O baby baby baby baby o touch me..
O baby baby baby baby o touch me..
O baby baby baby baby o touch me..

Take a check inside
to feel for this rising ship
You can take a cool ride..
through my warm lips..

O baby baby baby baby o touch me..

People pick up a cellphone
like they used to reach for a cigarette
to transfer social anxiety
and personal tension.. onto on object..

Feel the screen.. of the Mirror Machine..

O baby baby baby baby o touch me..

**SANCTIFIED**

In the wilderness
of your consciousness
is the river
to lead you down
the path to what you’ll be

Though you walk alone ~
you come to own your soul
and you dance to your own voice..
for you know you are free

Sanctified
the soul of the universe unites
I call upon the wind and the rain
to embrace my source of pain
and leave me sanctified..

The dark and the light
are just visions in your mind;
roots of power
where you plant them..
and growing like a seed

Embodied with fright
is the everlasting night ~
asks only wisdom
to light the pathway..
so your mind learns to see

Sanctified
the soul of the universe unites
I call upon the wind and the rain
to embrace my source of pain
and leave me sanctified..

You don’t know it – but
we’re one with the forces that we fight
so take your poor shadows..
and hold them to the light
The battle is on the inside..

In the wilderness of your consciousness
is the simple surrender –
to transcendental harmony

And pierced by the light ..
like a bird just taking flight
song of freedom..
as he wanders.. to the sea..

Sanctified
the soul of the universe unites
I call upon the wind and the rain
to embrace my source of pain
It leaves me sanctified..
It leaves me sanctified..
Leaves me high..
Sanctified

All Songs (c) Stavo Mustang Craft / Unicorn Priest Music