Gong
Rejoice! I'm Dead!
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.
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