THE THING THAT SHOULD BE Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead! kavus torabi The time has come again, rejoice, you're dead, and walk on through the open door. It's nowhere that you haven't been, my friend, a million times or maybe more. 'Cos you never can remember what it was, until you find yourself inside. And you gotta cut yourself loose from these bonds, from the suffering to which you're tied. Language, time and reason all dissolve, now that everyone is everything. So join the thing that should be once again 'cos you know that nothing means a thing. 'Cos you know that nothing means a thing, my friend, 'cos you know that nothing means a thing. 'Cos you know that nothing means a thing, my friend, 'cos you know that nothing means a thing. Cast your body off and step inside to where you stepped out of before.
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REJOICE! Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead! daevid allen, kavus torabi There's an answer here, That you'd like to find. Doesn't really matter, though, What you have in mind. And even if the question's wrong, The answer still remains the same. And even though it's everywhere, No one wants to speak its name. Forever marching to the grave, Half-paralysed by fear. But if you look up in the sky, You'll see a second sun appear. Rejoice, I'm dead, At last I'm free. And there's no escaping it, No matter what the preachers say. You've really gotta find a way. And sometimes I can hold it in my hands, And nearly have a word for it, But then it slips away, And soon we're gonna say Rejoice, I'm dead, At last I'm free.
KAPITAL Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead! daevid allen We occupy Your dreamworld Mr Kapital, Kapital Kapital, Kapital Kapital Kapitalista Please to meet ya We are your parallel We are your future With you we ride We are the tribe We are the tribe
MODEL VILLAGE Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead! dave sturt A perfect blue sky above perfectly manicured lawns. People are stirring as the new day dawns. The bells on the church ring a peal of perfection each day; The dutiful brethren all line up to pray. The local reporter reports on the news of the day; Nothing has happened, there's nothing to say. The model policeman stands guard in his uniform blue; Day after day he has nothing to do. The rules are there to guide you And constantly remind you: You’d be useless without us. We know what’s best. We are born to rule you. Virtuous and mindless, Obedient and silent, They are told what to do, What to think, For a better future. The friendly shopkeeper keeps his cards close to his chest; He secretly passes on signs of unrest. The power and the riches reside in the hands of the few. The radicals impatiently wait for their cue.
THE UNSPEAKABLE STANDS REVEALED Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead! kavus torabi Well, here's the question, all information now is at stake. The end of history, is it a mystery or a mistake? Why are you sleeping? You should be keeping yourself awake. Temple constructor, superconductor and all that was, 'cause we're so certain that behind the curtain we'll find Oz. So now we're nearing self-engineering and all because. Before I was so frightened at what the end would bring, alone, tied to the cycle or part of everything? Reflections that reveal the mystery further, serve only to reflect the thing itself. It's only the unspeakable within that, resembles more the mystery itself Well life is central, it's elemental - It's what we think. Lost on this ocean, time is a notion, the missing link. But understanding that we're all standing on the brink of. Reflections that reveal the mystery further, serve only to reflect the thing itself. It's only the unspeakable within that, resembles more the mystery itself.
THROUGH RESTLESS SEAS I COME Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead! East Golfetti Nettles Sturt Torabi Where then yesterday? Now all I am is passed, All heroic voyages and this will be my last. Through restless seas I come. Time just washed away to nothing more, to none. Words we used to say all gone. All gone away, all done. And so, if these broken limbs don't fail, I'll climb aboard and into the storm I'll sail. Again Christ! It's waterlogged and nothing works, nothing's dry, Ghosts of perished sailors all cry 'You'll never sail, you'll die' But I'll do both, with this sinking ship and me, We'll chart a path into oceans of history. Again. Cast this wreck away! With maps I'll navigate through restless seas my course, Perhaps I'll demonstrate my expertise, my force. Through restless seas I come. Mystic, fool, radiant jewel, Teacher, wise man, sage. Golden flame, none more sane, You a beacon blazed. All are we, lost at sea, Bring this sailor home. Journey's end, welcome friend, Now your crossing's done.
INSERT YR OWN PROPHECY Gong : Rejoice! I'm Dead! East Golfetti Nettles Sturt Torabi All the moments we could have saved From the cradle up to the grave And all the friends that we lose along the way I am everywhere, from the sands to air And the words you said I was only breathing. Friends, we have this chance, before our final dance Hold each other close, oh let me say I love you. 'Cos when we walk into the light, Or underground, all out of sight. Are we removed, do we rebuild? Restore ourselves again. All the moments we could have saved From the cradle up to the grave And all the friends that we lose every day. Oh weary soul, the evening comes, Tried to find myself in there. For all the bonds that should have tied me to this life, The prophecy was everywhere. When all of the running and races are done, When all of our dreams are sent sailing, yeah. When all of the people that we have become, Are left to the wind and the wailing