1. |
This Wicked Spell
06:40
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This Wicked Spell
Words & Music by Stavros
You make my knees feel weak
Even when I feel strong
Every beat of my heart
Is a bell that calls your name
But ever since you've been gone
I've got to keep moving on
Move on
Move on
From this wicked spell
This wicked spell
This wicked spell
This wicked spell
This wicked spell
This wicked spell
This wicked spell
This wicked spell
This wicked
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2. |
The Truth Of It
02:33
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The Truth Of It
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
This world will tell you
You aren't pretty, you're too brown
To get out, shut up, or quietly go down
That believing this thing over that one is not real
They'll claim to have your number
And tell you what you feel
Don't listen to them, Child
Don't head to their calls
These voices that whisper sweetly
Have poisonous claws
They'll dig into your wisdom
And uproot your soul
They'll carve you up for breakfast
And leave you living as the fool
No tender mercies
No forgiveness for them
They've dug their own graves
Just keep walking on
And build your own world
Free from hate
That you've been shown
Just create your own world
Free from lies
That you've been fed
Ah, create your own world
Free your heart
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3. |
Keep It Real
05:16
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Keep It Real
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
Keep it Real
I ain't gotta steal
Do it on my own,
on my own
Ground down, but I have found
I'll get back up to run my town
with soul, soul; it's what I know
The guiding light that wont let go
When other's crash, lie, and burn
Spirit's star keeps me true
That's why I know and keep it real
I don't have to listen to you
Your course is trash; it won't last
Detached from soul, you gotta go
Just go!
Go!
It's all I know
It's what I show
If it ain't real
Then you have to go!
I've been poor, there ain't no shame
Goin' hungry, I proclaim
Strengthens your glide
Strengthens your heart
Push it aside and hone your art
The will to shape it, the drive to start
All over again from the heart
A Guiding Heart
A Guiding Heart
A Guiding Heart
A Guiding Heart
Keep it real
Do what you feel
Respect the Source
Respect the Source
Keep it real
Do what you feel
Respect the Source
Re-Enforce
Keep it Real ://
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4. |
It's All We Have
04:29
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It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
after two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
in the dick by a midget flutist
Short and Absurd with
Whimsical moments that pierce
the ears like a Bee sting
The rhyming is pretentious
The meter is mundane
The themes are epic, but...
they all feel the same
There is one hundred or more
years disconnect happening in
these air-conditioned rooms, fueled
by MTV, reality celebrities, drug
mules, pop music, regulated vaccines,
orange presidents, women's suffrage to
women's rights, school shootings,
a prolonged sugar rush, the double
Bush tower drop, infinite war, and
black boys in hoodies being
gunned down by police.
Dr. King's essence was surfing
the cosmos as all those innocent
cries from African-skinned mouths,
gagged & bound, suffered the
Deep South's Southern Hospitality
Haning's goin' on down there,
when T.S. Elliot wrote his white
words in black ink on yellowish
paper.
Bukowski was just a cum stain
away from a life of hard drinking
and coherent ramblings making all
the hard of war easy to swallow
with a gutter's view of mankind
that was way too palatable.
No one could've foreseen
The Beatles or Elvis from T.S.'s pen
They didn't feel the pimp hand of industry
slap Little Richard & Chuck Berry;
Didn't feel the English rape
of American Blues music from the
Stones, Jimmy Page, Jeff Beck, Pete
Townsend, and Eric Clapton. God!
Punk was inconceivable.
But T.S. Elliot should've known.
He dreamed of touching Space before Neil Armstrong
landed on the moon. Wasn't he that said
all his poems either need be whispered or shouted?
No in between,
No Quarter.
Balls out, yelling at the world!
Just how Lieutenant Lawrence twisted his
mouth in unkempt ecstasy riding
his camel in another Hejaz raid.
That's Punk. That's a Bukowski poem.
That's military spending from a paranoid mind
Cambodian bodies bleeding out
in rice paddies, Syrian children sleeping
between their parent's graves.
Ho Chi Min, motherfucker!
Ho Chi Min, the #4 with a side of
Egg Rolls & Mushu Pork - except on Monday
In Philadelphia, standing on the street corner
of that city block, you know... that one,
whole city block where Police blew
a hole in the sky to MOVE; rid the United States of the shadow
of the Black Panther's menacing paw print.
Meow.
Meow, motherfucker!
Meow.
But still...
With all these heavy words and
big ideas and
heartfelt truths stuffed between
the bindings of books in reprint
it didn't stop the soldiers from putting
two bullets into the ass of Fredrico
Garcia Lorca, or stop Idi Amin, Ethnic
Cleansing, The Cold War, or living
out fantasies on Epstein's pedophile
island; there was a finger on the trigger
that sent Little Boy to Hiroshima.
No one listens to wisdom these days
with the intent to prevent a future
that's shaped by a continuing present
of willful ignorance.
T.S. saw that too.
And he did what Bukowski did.
What all poets do in the face of
unflinching arrogance... They
wrote about it.
It may not seem like much, but...
It's all we have.
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5. |
Butterfly Soul
06:39
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BUTTERFLY SOUL
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
All life you take
All life your break
All life you take
Breaking apart
At the seams, like a queen, of your impossible dream
Living in the past to the point of obscene
Ruling over love with a cruel intent
To keep your heart walled in your chest with regret
Boxing all your fears like an army of hate
To stand at your soul like a locked gate
As you give away, give away, pieces of your heart
Through the hole in your flesh that you're tearing apart
Such crazy lust, lies, and loads from dirty boys
Like a hunchback toad
You take anything real and use it like a tool
Take a man that is true and treat him like a fool
All life you take
All life your break apart
Churning out pieces of a soul
Cascade in paint and worn out gold
You say you wanna work, but that is just a lie
When the real effort comes you turn tale and hide
Ambitions linger - fueling remorse
Secret-coded logic that you're blind to, of course
Stealing any moment to make it your own
Never give back to Spirit, never share the bone
Like a dog in a huddle, you're pissing on the ground
Marking your territory, barking at sounds
Need a good scratch, some liquor, and a smoke
To ease the uneasy, it's all a bitter joke
When the psyche's unhinged you could really let out
Free your soul from the cage; leave that key of doubt
And flitter away like a butterfly soul
But you return to the cage 'cause it's all you know.
You will out
And fly free
All life you take
All life your break apart
A thousand pieces of your soul
A thousand pieces that you don't know
What's the name of your immovable host?
Give him all your love and leave yourself like a ghost
Feasting on memories like acid tears
Not truly living, you're wasting years
To the boys that you hurl and hold against your hip
Leer into their eye and break upon your lip
You weaken your spirit, you cheapen your bones
Locked in a flesh castle, alone in your home
You should tear away the shutters and let in some light
You should love yourself better, because you just might
See the beauty and glory of your butterfly soul
And step out from the cage a renewed pearl to hold
You will out
And fly free
All life you take
All life your break apart
No need to run
No need to run away
Today's the day to make it your own
Set aside the pride and climb down from your throne
So give yourself a hug 'cause you're worthy of love
A precious child of God with wisdom from above
Don't need the tears; don't need regret
You have everything you need if you'd just let
Better to soothe your creative goal
And set free to the sky your butterfly soul
You will out
And fly free
So free
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6. |
Heart as a Sword
05:15
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HEART AS A SWORD
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
Never Again, I say
Never Again, This Way
Not even a single inch
I wont be damaged by you
I wont be held back by you
This is my last chance
Here's where I draw
My Heart as a Sword
Against all your meddling
To make me something I'm not
Here's where the violence ends
Here's where I begin again
Gonna step out like a star
Here's to the years I've lost
They're gone and dust
I'm old, but far from dead
Here's where I draw
My Heart as a Sword
Against all your meddling
Against all the shameful acts
We could've been better than this
Can't even honor one kiss
Or the lives we gave to the world,
The lives we gave to the world
Standing Against Love
Standing Against Love
Never Again, I say
Never Again, This Way
Not even a single inch
Not even a single inch
Not even a single inch
Not even a single inch
Here's where I draw
My Heart as a Sword
Against all your meddling
To make me something I'm not
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7. |
Mercy Calling
00:59
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8. |
Krys's Secret Stash
06:51
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Krys's Secret Stash
Music by Stavros
Lyrics by Stavros & Cyrus Moses
Legalize It!
When you see the machinations,
political plots, and motivations
to divide our labors, like a living abortion.
You can't unsee the rules
and fabricated laws
to push their plastic life on us all.
From rope to pills and appliances that thrill,
industry has boomed against Spirit's will.
Medical & Security;
The machine has swelled with wealth and greed.
Criminalize! Criminalize!
Right before our very eyes.
Those that harvest and have smoked,
the devil's weed ain't no joke.
The people's voice has never been silent.
Getting louder to rival the tyrants.
A foothold in the medicinal business.
The seed is planted!
Hit it & Pass This!
Yeah.
Legalize It!
You know it's right;
Those that are in jail still fight
Legalize It!
Push Back ://
Push it back now.
Push it, push it back
Keep it Pushin'
Push it way, way back.
Keep it Pushin'
Push it back, yeah.
Push it back, yeah.
Push it back
Keep it Pushin'
Push it back now.
Push it back, yeah.
Keep it Pushin'
Push it, push it back.
The fundamental plan of God to Man:
Do the right thing when you can.
Legalize It!
You know it's right;
Those that are in jail still fight
Can't make up our minds - Divide. Divide.
Can't make up our minds - Divide.
But we're all One here - United.
We're all One - United.
Herbally enhanced words that really dance;
The hyperbole superbly.
Divine alchemy, most definitely.
We like our medicine clean,
most precious of green.
Vibrantly dissolving disease.
Full spectrum please, don't forget our THC please!
At this point what can really scare us?
We survived the Prohibition Era!
It's ridiculous, the only side effects is the vibe is fresh.
We faithfully follow recipes to bless the trees,
These alien entities, communicating via neural synoptic activity.
Downloading Terra-biscuits of ancient memories.
Waiting patiently for the nugs to dry.
Black market, grey zone, or the Rainbow Enterprise.
Eyes on the process, this is no nonsense,
we harvest this goddess;
send ripples through every human's consciousness.
Legalize It!
You know it's right;
Those that are in jail still fight
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9. |
Bullshit MF
04:06
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Bullshit MF
Poem by Stavros (Aka: Poet168)
Bullshit Motherfucker
Bullshit Motherfucker
Bullshit Motherfucker
Bullshit! Bullshit!
Everything I say
Every little thing I do
Ground in constant distraction
A death of conformity
The enormity of...
Genocide, Segregation, Fascism, War, Television
Online Sales, My Web Presence, Facebook Jail,
and Christmas Presents
Political Rants - They all sound the same
Preachin' to the choir to make myself feel sane
Legal Weed, Scotch, or Beer
Weekend Movies, Sex, and Pollution I Fear
Global Warming; gonna kill us all
Polar Caps are melting, but
our economy grows strong!
Free Healthcare and Equal Rights
Us Against Us in an Olympic Prize Fight
Funded by the Wealthy to keep themselves rich
Keeping us busy, so we don't notice the ditch
We keep digging ourselves in to with a culture-shaped
Spade to cover the truth and
Put Us in an early grave
We Ain't Got Nothing!!!
No! Nothing Got Us
Clinging to the welfare of a System of Trust
Trust - To do me right
Trust - To do me wrong
Trust - To make it to work in the mornings
Trust - When I come home
Trust - All the insurance
Trust - The Gold Standard
Trust - My bank account
Trust - The grocery store and the doctors I discount
Trust - In Earthly Jesus
Trust - The President
And Trust that when I die
I trust I ain't never coming back
Is my spiritual credit card paid up?
Is there Hope?
Is there enough time?
Send your Thoughts and Prayers.
The Power of Positive Thinking
We can do it...
We can do it.
Peace in our times.
It's within our grasp.
No Nukes are good Nukes, right?
No Nukes are good Nukes, right?
Send in your Thoughts and Prayers
Send them in.
Peace is in our time...
Peace in our Time.
Peace in our Time.
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10. |
So Pretty It Hurts
05:43
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So Pretty It Hurts
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
Shock drop; heart stop
Face so pretty it hurts. What
God do makin' you
Broke the mold, you know its true
But holy Hell, what a shell
Your body slams like a bell
You could be beautiful; a perfect 10!
If it weren't for the emotionally grim
Attitude; a spoiling ruse
'Cause, oh my God! You're fucking rude
This chance encounter is certain doom
If you were on fire I wouldn't piss on you!
Nose stuck high into the ass of the sky
All that pretty gets wiped away
When you open your mouth
And let the shit spill out
With all the things mean girls say
You're ugly, you're ugly, you're ugly, but...
Strong curves, supremely cut
Tits to the sky, but your attitude sucks
If heaven sent then it's a trap
No one should touch you, let's leave it at that
But your sugar's sweet, a natural fact
To hide the sting that you're just crap
A real hum-dinger, a cosmic mindfuck
A trunk for lovin', but you're shit outta luck
If you think she wants you it'd be easier to die
Than step into her honey-laced lies.
Nose stuck into the ass of the sky
All that pretty gets wiped away
When you open your mouth
And let the shit spill out
With all the things, all the things,
With all the things ignorant girls say
I see you walkin' down the street
The way you move, you got the curves
You bring the heat. But even your smile
is a warning fued of your deep ingrained Crapitude!
God-Damn, you're so rude
Built to confuse; weed out the tools
wreck the fools, ah, wreck the fools
Yeah, wreck 'em with a body like that
With a body like that!
Shock drop; heart stop
Face so pretty it hurt. What
God do makin' you
Broke the mold, you know its true
If heaven sent then it's a trap
No one should touch you, let's leave it at that
'Cause, oh my God! You're fucking rude
This chance encounter is certain doom
If you were on fire I wouldn't piss on you.
No, if you were on fire I wouldn't piss on you!
Nose stuck into the ass of the sky
All that pretty gets wiped away
When you open your mouth
And let the shit spill out
With all the things, all the things,
Yes, all the things, with all the things mean girls say.
You're pretty, you're pretty, you're pretty...
You're pretty, you're pretty, you're pretty...
You're pretty, you're pretty, you're pretty...
Ugly!
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11. |
The Shame
07:29
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The Shame
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
You say you wanna take me home tonight
You say you wanna love me all night long
Your eyes sound just like a telephone
Making calls so you are not alone
The shame of wanting to love
The shame of needing hope
The shame of holding onto life
The shame of lust feels good
The weight of the stars on your tender spine
Feels like a fast moving freight train
So real when you're lying flat on your back
Skin deep in the emptiness you crave to fill
The shame of wanting to love
The shame of needing hope
The shame of holding onto life
The shame of lust feels good
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12. |
When the World Breaks
03:29
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When The World Breaks
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
I Love It
When the World Breaks
When the World Breaks
Because,
I get to see you smile
I get to see you smile
I love it when the world breaks
I love it when the world breaks
I love it when the world breaks
...When the World, when the world
Breaks
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13. |
An Intimate Curse
05:19
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An Intimate Curse
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
Babe, you're gone, but here's a song
I wrote for you
And you don't care, anymore
Remembering how we used to laugh
and wanted more
Couldn't wait to speak with you
About everything and everyone
And nothing much in particular
Now, I wait by the phone
but there's no text from you
And the silence is deafening
Woe oh, memories of you
move through me like a ghost
Woe oh, haunting with hurt
such an intimate curse
Woe oh, I wouldn't change a thing
because I got to know you
Woe oh, I may not want the pain
but I will always love you
Thinking of the shape of you
lying next to me
But now you're gone, with some one else
I realize just how unspecial
I made you feel despite
Everything I ever did
And maybe that I can't change the world
or, how you see yourself in tact
Within the cage of your mind
But I still love you
through all the hurtful things you've said
When you over-react
Woe oh, memories of you
move through me like a ghost
Woe oh, haunting with hurt
such an intimate curse
Woe oh, I wouldn't change a thing
because I got to know you
Woe oh, I may not want the pain
but I will always love you
Babe, you're gone, but here's a song
I wrote for you
'Cause even now your touch fades
Thinking of how you looked at me
carves me up with sympathy
Hollowed out like a dying tree
Does love rot when unfelt
or, does it linger on
To your last breath
Holding our for just one chance
to say good night
And kiss your lips one last time
Woe oh, memories of you
move through me like a ghost
Woe oh, haunting with hurt
such an intimate curse
Woe oh, I wouldn't change a thing
because I got to know you
Woe oh, I may not want the pain
but I will always love you
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A Brief Interlude of Percussion
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
And now...A Brief Interlude of Percussion
Notice the distinct wood-like quality of the rawhide
Stretched over the ancient hand-carved tube of the drum
Mmhmm... Lovely
It harkens back to a simpler time
Without our modern trappings of technology
One could almost feel the primal urges bubbling up from its rhythms
To release the animal within and dance
Yes... Primal Urges
To hunt and kill for food
To vanquish your foes and feel the lamentations of the women
Hhmm... Just lovely
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15. |
And So You Know
05:18
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And So You Know
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
Two hearts entwined yet so alone
Trying to unshed and make a home
But the daily grind takes its toll
Isolating each heart on its own
Reaching out to touch another soul
And so you know
And so you know
I see you; I hear you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love...
Stuck between the cages of our minds
Drinking up each moment like fine wine
To tell us stories and thrust between the sheets
Unlock the cages to finally meet
And so you know
And so you know
I see you; I hear you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love...
When I say that, you cry
Two hearts entwined yet so alone
Trying to unshed and make a home
Drinking up each moment like fine wine
Distilled from hearts breaking like a crime
Reaching out... Reaching out...
Reaching out beyond control
And so you know
And so you know
I see you; I hear you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love you
Feel you. Breathe you. Love...
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16. |
URA Dick!
03:38
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URA Dick!
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
Ura Dick! (A Solid Shout)
Ura Dick! (Shouted Stressed)
Ura Dick! (Plain & Casual)
Ura... (Falling)
Ur/ah Dick! (Pointed. Sudden Realization)
Dis-Ah-Point-Ment (Said with Jazz Hands)
Ura Dick! (Laughing)
Ura Dick! (Ivy League)
Ura~ (Folksy)
Ura Dick! (Blunt & Fast)
Ura Dick! (Shouted from Faraway)
Urah! Dick! (Operatic)
Ura Dick. (Whispered)
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17. |
Indian Casino
03:15
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Indian Casino
Music & Lyric by Stavros
An Indian Casino
is Psychological warfare
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18. |
Ninja & Shit
00:08
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19. |
Acapulco Gold
02:34
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Acapulco Gold
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
Refried beans, chili, & cheese
Eggs & tortilla; bacon, if you please
Rolled like a rocket ship
Set sail to outer space
The best breakfast burrito
That you'll stuff in your face
New Mexican authentic
Hatch all the way
Fire-roasted goodness
To the get the jump on your day
Acapulco....
Only a few minutes to spin on the grill
A phat 'lil blunt
To get your fill
You'll taste the difference
Once you put it in your hands
Unwrap the foil & begin
The flavor pops, rich, & bold
Like a Caribbean sunset of Acapulco gold
Acapulco....
Acapulco Gold
Acapulco....
Acapulco Gold
Acapulco....
Acapulco Gold
Acapulco....
Acapulco Gold
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20. |
Pour Me a Drink
01:37
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Pour Me A Drink
Music & Lyrics by Stavros
Please wont somebody
Pour me a drink.
I could use a drink.
Ain't got time to think!
I could use a drink.
Ain't got time to think!
I could use a drink.
Ain't got time to think!
3 shots and you might get lucky!
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