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@ARTIST: PM Dawn
@ALBUM: The Bliss Album...?
(p)(c) 1993, (p) 1992 - produced by PM Dawn
gee street / island

[entered by Doug Harple - harple31@npeeserv.eelab.newpaltz.edu]

@SONG: when midnight sighs
(3:55) (A. Cordes)

If I'm betting on an if and if that if might have a chance to
survive. It runs into twelve different ways of existing. Each with
capacity to change if's mind. The vibes says six, so be six, now if
has a clone. That is a bit more feminine. Pondering the paces of
what's going down... life. And the greeting is (oh, it's you
again...) Now come the images so many images. The painful colors
and the bliss like tries. I'm taking notes till the end of
theatrics, Then it stops, ends dies... Whatever is whatever, it
calculates the karma. And tries to adjust as it inquire what's
shaking. But through no eyes, I could see the entity crying...
(Chorus) I cry, when midnight sighs... I cry, when midnight
sighs... Lets pretend it's true, no, facade. The vibe says seven,
do I look surprised? No. You, you're so disturbing. Anxious tears
do these paint my eyes... Oh. The mysterious fee no one sees. And
no one tries. Whenever tangible, I'll fall out of love. But for now
my mind isn't mine... Sporadic advice, never thinks twice, But
exotic thoughts conclude this frenzy. pay no attention to the
scars. However bright all the men see is precious you. Immaculate
trues. Patient lies, say (Prince you're flying), yeah. But through
no thoughts, I could see this concept crying. (Chorus 2x) When
Midnight Sighs. If about to me it's down the line. So the vibes say
five. I put on hooves, horns and an attitude. And nonchalantly find
I'm alive.. 12:00 am, I understand. I find the eight too late it's
gone. But I could see this woman crying, (cussing, crying and
carrying on...my God...) (Chorus) I cry, when midnight sighs... I
cry, when midnight sighs... (repeat chorus, ad lib...)

@SONG: so on and so on
(4:04) (A. Cordes/D.Batiste) "Funky Soul" performed by David
Batiste & The Gladiators used under license from Issac Bolden.
Material performed by Lonnie Smith used courtesy of Blue Notes
Records, a division of Capitol Records, Inc. "Everybody Loves The
Sunshine" performed by Ramp used under license from MCA Special
Markets; written by Roy Ayers used with permission of Roy Ayers
Ubiquity, Inc., admin. by W B Music Corp. MCA Music Publishing, A
Division of MCA Inc. (ASCAP)/Soul Sound Publishing (BMI)

Hey you... I remember you, I think I'm well acquainted with your
kind. You like to make things turn around to so calm, or no calm...
No place inside my space so. I have a newborn diamond mind. I think
I'm on to other worlds that I've drawn or you've drawn... Why are
you so complicating, I'm not on to you... I know whatever severs my
heart, I'll find that the blade belongs to you, or even you. If I
find my resolutions, where else do I go... (Oh) I'd like to see
these answers, babe. I bet they go so on and so on... (Chorus) So
on and so on and so on and so on... So on and so on and so on and
so on... So on and so on and so on and so on... So on and so on and
so on and so on... I can see what bewilders me more... than the
presence of a weak divine... I'm contemplating my synopsis of you.
I'm so on or so wrong... Illustrate Prince Be well. He's some
surrealistic mistletoe. But now Nocturnal interludes go. So on for
so long... Why are you so complicating. I'm not on to you...
(everybody loves the sunshine) Well, I've heard that before, but
does it apply to me or even you. If I find my resolutions where
else do I go... I guess I'll follow the shooting stars 'cause they
go so on for so long...

@SONG: plastic
(3:48) (A. Cordes)

Prince sing another song, it's written on your face. Instead I put
pressure on the whole damn place. I never liked running through the
crowd with no proof. So now I gotta flex in the steps of the truth.
Forever hearing Prince has to stick to his kind. Prince make a love
song about a Tech 9. I thought Prince Be had to be Prince Be. Yet
they wanna riff when they find I disagree. With that dog eat dog,
I'm a get mine. Even if I'm steppin on your frame of mind. You can
ring things where the ringin' things at. But Prince Be thinks it's
widdack. So now I'm accused of spiking the punch. And I'll be the
scapegoat for faking the funk. But when they set up another prime
time beef. What's hard at first but melts in the heat. They call
that plastic... (Chorus) (What) Plastic y'all. Plastic (what)
plastic y'all. Plastic (what) plastic y'all. Plastic (what) plastic
y'all. Shake it up over here... (Repeat Chorus) Lord what they
wanna serve me now. A cup of dried rainbows and a dark cloud. You
wanna picture me as you well, no way. See I'm into innovations OK,
don't you know. They itchy itchy me when they itchy itchy you,
Passin off the mic through the kissy kissy crew. What else can
display through a mind that's foul. Can the politics show you how
come on now... I refused to be used as an under cover clone. Or
even bad to the bone. Nocturnal caps an "Uh oh" persona. That
calculate traits that do what you wanna what... Tic toc me for the
crazy fliz. Do you really wanna know what a sell out is. Did ya
ever see a feather that could break a nut. They melt every time you
heat 'em up. Because they're... (Chorus) I don't know hip hop,
what's this? Huh, what's this? You know, what's this? What's
this?... See what I'm sayin'... Save the snakes because you can't
find me. You treat me right, I'll be good to you. Whatever's clever
for the scapegoat's toys. The most superficial, sacrificial,
interincarnational costume ever, and that's call plastic... And
that's foul... I'll be the scapegoat, And that' foul... I'll be the
sellout, And that's foul... I'll be the wick wick wack. And that's
foul...

@SONG: the ways of the wind
(4:32) (A. Cordes/J. Mitchell) "I Had A King" performed by Joni
Mitchell used under license from Warner Bros. Records, by
arrangement with Warner Special Products. MCA Music Publishing, A
Division of MCA Inc. (ASCAP)/Siquomb Publishing (BMI)

I wore a ring that was taken so hastily. Thinking naively that it
guaranteed my safety. I'm looking at eyes that have stumbled across
a shooting star. Saying that's alright, I know the kind of man you
are... (Chorus) Holding on, is like the ways of the wind. Holding
on is like the ways of the wind. How many things I recall I can't
take too far. She's good at collecting and counting all the things
you are. Forever racing the flames she liked to put me through. I
was never a good seahorse but can practice rides on you... Another
world, another space, another mind insist I'm crying... I once
experienced time with you, now all exist through rage and
sighing... Simon says I love you, but not as much as you display,
Who says it's alright, when Simon say's she's yesterday... (Chorus)
Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. Like holding
on a Nova Star. Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the
wind. The search for who you are... Underneath love theme lies a
superficial chain. Whatever seduced the barrier thinks everything
should stay the same. I'm meeting my mind say hi, I think I love
you. I never used to run from love. But calculate what I've been
through... Whatever love, whatever vibe, whenever I'm convinced
you're lying... Ask my for my mind and I will ask you why sighs are
dying... Introduce the melancholy I've felt since last I saw you.
You say it's alright, but I'm crushed till it decides upon you...
(Chorus) Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. I
only hope you'll understand. Holding on, holding on is like the
ways of the wind. Finding you've no place to stand... Send my
deepest sympathy to the flowers in December's garden. What's for
sale of your emotions tell me trust can't buy me love, well...
That's OK, tell me of your adventures you know. I bet I could
survive the wind if curiosity's killed the snow for real... Holding
on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. Holding on, a Nova
Star. Holding on, holding on is like the ways of the wind. The
constant search for who you are.

@SONG: to love me more
(4:44) (A. Cordes)

When you run away with someone To the corners of your mind Be it
time or place or space of love. I think you know.... Whatever
magnifies you. My heart won't let it go so, Whatever the barriers,
whatever the forces are. I know that they don't matter, but they
do... And that's why... (Chorus) I find it so hard for me to tell
you... I what you to love me more... I find it so hard for me to
tell you... I what you to love me more... I find it so hard for me
to tell you... I what you to love me more... I find it so hard for
me to tell you... I want you to love me more... If you could see
what I see. When I rest my eyes on you. Be it people, words or
anything. I think they know, I think they know... If it's you, it's
you and only you. 'Cause my emotions run my life. So, wherever the
rainbows go, wherever the teardrops are, I be they feel the love I
get from you... And that's why... (Repeat Chorus) It's funny you
should say I dream. you all this time. 'Cause all this time i think
I do... It's funny you should say you see love. I push to your
heart... I sure hope it's in your nature to love me more... to love
me more... to love me more... (repeat till fade)

@SONG: about nothing (for the love of destiny)
(4:15) (A. Cordes)

Say, say why are you looking for the was. I find you scheming on
that plane. that I'm not thinking of... Say, say, say I bet you
found another love or even. Found another something not to tell
me... Now I feel sorry for the things that I've said... Now I feel
sorry for the ways I might have held you down... Now I feel sorry
for the rest of my life. Cause what comes around, goes around...
(Chorus) Cause I like the way you look. I like the way you change
your style. I like the way you talk about nothing and make it worth
your while. No, no, no, I will not miss you when you're gone. I
think I'll have to find another word that turns that emotion on...
You, you make it so difficult to try. If you're not dreaming when
you lie. I guess you'll teach me... Now I feel sorry for the me's
that are you's. Now I feel sorry for the times you tried to tell me
why... I'll kill you softly for the rest of my life. Unless you and
I see eye to eye... (Chorus 2x) Why do I keep so much pressure
underlined. It makes me feel for everything that decides to pass me
by. Only you see something special in my eyes. She tells me it's
wrong for me to cry about almost everything... I feel so sorry for
the ones that don't care... I feel so sorry for there are reasons
some will never know. I guess I'll see you for the rest of my life.
But that's what the sun shines for... (Repeat Chorus... ad lib)

@SONG: norwegian wood (this bird has flown)
(3:13) (J. Lennon/P. McCartney)

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me. She showed me
her room. Isn't it good, Norwegian Wood. She asked me to stay and
told me to sit anywhere. So I looked around and I noticed there
wasn't a chair. So I sat on the rug, biding my time, drinking her
wine. We talked until two, and then she said, it's time for bed.
She told me that she worked in the morning and started to laugh. I
told her I didn't and crawled up to sleep in the bath. And when I
awake, I was alone, this bird had flown. So I, I lit a fire, isn't
it good, Norwegian Wood. Isn't it good, Norwegian Wood. (repeat to
fade)

@SONG: beyond infinite affections
(4:11) (A. Cordes)

Mr. Wonderful you, you're thinkin' about life. You're thinkin'
'bout love, you're thinkin' 'bout the ways to break it down... You
got 18 myths and 5 different ways into the mind. But you're lookin'
for the verbs and nouns... Po' you, watcha wanna do, switch rooms?
And walk around space with your black and blue balloons. No, from
what I hear, you used to dance in the face of fear... And now
you're running from the monkey on the moon... It's 12 o'clock, what
makes a difference in the tides. Exploding paths to dismay, and if
so I'll never catch you with the runaround Sue. Playin' Peek-a-boo
with ribbon in your fro... Hell no. If I was to lie, if I was to
cheat. Would you sue me with a flower in my hand. I guess beyond
infinite affections remain all the reasons the hate still exists.
Understand... (Chorus) Beyond infinite affections. Beyond infinite
affections. Immaculate pains that cultivated in the South. The
thought alone to slip a mickey to the mouse. Makes you wonder what
kinda force is that my religion screams "Punk what you lookin' at".
I thought the voices could have sounded kinda odd... So I quest the
me that said I wasn't into God. I was yellin' screamin' where is
the demon. But that's the kinda vibe that sort of blends the fog...
I dig the norm skip around metaphors. But I was too through not to
open other doors... I wa six plus two, eight plus five. Now it's
intense I could experience the vibe... Whatever it takes to fix the
tweaks in the speech. If ever I could stop believin' Mr. Man. Then
beyond infinite affections sit these excuses for all these lies.
Understand... (Chorus) Do you love me... No. Could you love me...
No. Would you try to love me... No. Then I don't think you
understand. Breaka one breaka two, tell me what to do. The room's
full check your psyche or get another spoonful. Caress the silk
lines until it turns pink. Another link that wants to push you to
the brink. If only distance likes to leave you in the clouds, and
fear was merely created by man. Then beyond infinite affections
exists nothing, and nothing understands... (Chorus)

@SONG: looking through patient eyes
(4:09) (A. Cordes/G. Michael) (Chorus) "Father Figure" performed by
George Michael. Used under License from Song Music Entertainment.
MCA Music Publishing, A Division of MCA Inc./Morrison Leahy Music
Ltd., Admin. by Chappell & Co. (ASCAP)

Whatever it is I do, I try to think about you. I have a love for
you that nothing hides. Whatever it is I do, I'm always thinking of
you. I hope you look at me through patient eyes. I've become
amused. I've become blind. I've become what I know not breathes.
You seem illiterate to all my emotions. I stand corrected, how well
you read. You speak the truth, you speak the me. You fell the love
I have yet to find. I know it's there, I know it's there. But I let
the sandcastles kill my mind. Pathetic me, I long to be you. They
think I'm close but i stand so fat. The turbulent one sheds a
turbulent tear. I'm Mr. Love only 'cause they starve. Oil and
water, lust and sympathy. I'll life and death my way through the
sun. Where originates all the pain that leaves. My memory a
traumatic sponge and sings to you. Well define my love and
attitude. Open up your mind and it will sing to you. You can always
tell. But I know remorse so well. I left reality early due to the
lack of love... reason. (Chorus) Whatever I do, I try to think
about you. I seek the sympathy and I can't lie. Whatever it is I
Do, I'm always thinking of you. I hope you look at me through
patient eyes. The channel, a professional liar. How I long to
contradict those vibes. Joni help me, I think I'm falling. It's not
the love and I quest the why. I don't know, If I'm right, I'm
right. But if I'm wrong then show me I'm wrong. The fear of pity is
always awake. But infinite sympathy completely gone. It's the
windows, the doors, the passageway to the truth. Oh my god, it
echoes the mind. In total recall as wild as the deuce. It's so
deceiving is the clouded heart. So superficial is the open wound.
I caress the infinite light. That even at night. Overshadows the
moon and sings to you. Well, define my love, that lives with you.
Even when I die, it will still sing to you. You can always tell if
remorse has done you well... The misconstrued my answers due to the
lack of love... reason. (Chorus)

@SONG: filthy rich (i don't wanna be)
(4:07) (A. Cordes/T.Nakamura) "Firefly" performed by Teruo Nakamura
and The Rising Sun used under license from #1 Harrison St.
Productions Inc. MCA Music Publishers, A Division of MCA Inc.
(ASCAP)/Mayumi Music (BMI)

Uh, yeah, That's alright. (Chorus) I don't wanna be like you,
filthy rich... I don't wanna be like you, filthy rich... I don't
wanna be like you, filthy rich... I don't wanna be like you, filthy
rich... If you tried to explain, I wouldn't understand. Even if you
twist my arm, I don't know. I'm falling through five different
frames of distortion. Knowing me disturbing its flow... I'm using
blind, I'm using fault. I'm using all that's within my reach. What
conducts patterns of electricity that leave me wandering oblivion's
beach... OK, wait a minute, what's the big deal. I'm not allowed to
be composed of love. Consider questions of a lonely man. From
clashes to ashes and greed to dust, OK, fine, where's the big wall,
it surpasses me. But it's decayed through time. Consider quotes
from the understand when it takes. To condition your mind to be
filthy rich... (Chorus) I'm entering never, confusing the elements.
Pondering all that needs to be done. Shamena life is performing an
exorcism. To rid me of all my guns. At innocence best is simply
wild, as intense as it can only crawl... I see my mind, it's still
descending, at least for now I'm controlling it's fall... OK, hold
it, why the big smiles. It scrambles warnings and signals touch...
Consider the passion for a thousand miles, When the shady strides
become a bit too much... OK, stop where's the big find. I'm waiting
for someone to tell me the deal. Consider yourself so wealthy
without ever knowing how it feels to be filthy rich... (Chorus)
Finding you, fighting you, and pleasing. All that gives me mine.
It's getting dark and it's time to go. When facts to feathers
destroy the lines... OK, kool, but what's the big reason. Tell me
the tricks to having loads of Fliz. Consider the silence of the
soul. 'Cause filthy rich is just what it is, filthy rich...
(Chorus)

@SONG: more than likely
(4:18) (A. Cordes)

What's the use in trying. If all my senses say no place exists for
you. What's the use in holding out my arms. I couldn't find reasons
if I tried to... What's the use in floating if all it does is tell
you someone's under you. What's the use in being if I learn to be
neglectful to all the things, that mean the most to most of you...
But I can hear me say... (Chorus) More than likely, I'm what you're
living for. If I find out I am, then I'll finally understand when
I say... More than likely, I'm what you're living for More than
likely (living for)... What's the use in praying. For all the
things that mean so much to none of you... What's the use in
pouring out my heart into situations I could cry thorough... Oh
what's the use in closing all the doors that let the loving into
you... What's the use of loving If I learn. Not to feel anything at
all, even if it means the most to you... But I can hear me say...
(Repeat Chorus) Even if you find that I'm transcending most of my
mind... Through the often closing doors of what's to come, and
what's in store. Even if because you find I'm spending most of my
love... To the often closed minds that must inquire, what you're
living for... What's the use in changing (let's go) To all the
hopes that leave you somewhere next to lies... What's the use in
buying all my time, to try and figure out the frame that likes to
communicate through signs. I can hear me say... (Repeat Chorus,
adlib)

@SONG: the nocturnal is in the house
(4:20) (A. Cordes)

Ay... yo, this is the PM steppin' to the AM. Flippin' mad styles
when i prophesize the mayhems, catchin' wreck. I'm blowin' up like
TNT. I'm gettin' filthy, nasty as LSD. I'll make you insane, crazy,
ill, flip, jiggle up and down. Like House Of Pain, you'll wanna
jump around. And all that tryin' to fade me, I think you hit wrong.
PM Dawn got it goin' on. So vacate or create a fake state of mind.
The new Czar, I'm Bizarre and too far to find. Are you ready for
the flava, I ain't your sucker, baby, don't front. I'm hazardous
like Bo, Luke and Daisy. I'm burnin' up son, I think I go the
fever. Don't believe the hype 'cause if you do it might deceive ya.
The Nocturnal's filled causing me to spill. Chins hit the floor
'cause I flaunts mad skills when... (Chorus) The Nocturnal is in
the house. (Repeat 8 times). So take the reason out the spill and
beam yourself to this. Prince likes to flip so you better catch it
quick. I never slack, I'm intact, fade the quarterbacks. Where's
the new jack, the new act, the me act, the you act. The reaction,
no, I'm not the one. Playin' "rushin'" roulette with all the
bullets in the gun. The ego, the frame, remain unemployed. But they
screamin' at me, they wanna be my freakazoid. So PM Dawn, the
center of envy. 'Cause who'd ya know that wasn't singing' baby you
send me. Here, there, Mr. Man you're everywhere. The overweight
lover with the dreads in his hair. Once, twice, three times you
missed it. Prince Be's gone, either that or blissed-ed. So they
wanna know just what this flower's about. One, two, check it out...
(Chorus) So keep talkin' tough, you'll know soon enough. That all
that stuff leaves your soul in the dust. So prior to my coming
aloose and becoming a recluse, I'm spreading that Nocturnal juice.
Hungry hungry hypocrites all upon my tip. Atomic dogs with a bone
and a stick. Playin' it cool puts the fuse to the match. But I
ain't tryin' to hear none of that. That's why... (Repeat Chorus,
adlib...)

@SONG: when it's raining cats and dogs
(5:36) (A. Cordes)

Falling leaves and broken hearts. I believe you are the same. Have
you noticed streaks and blurs. Interrupting all the pain... Perish
the thought of leaving you and living blind. Ask me if I killed the
questions of why the realm has lost it's shine... (Chorus) So when
it's raining cats and dogs. I won't complain and I won't mind. When
it's raining cats and dogs I'll understand the reasons why... If
I'm looking for you and the pictures start to fade. Pushing through
the clouded hearts. Still perplexed at what they've made... Reading
the words. That describe my frame of mind. Pull me through the
fears of nowhere. Leave me waiting for the rhymes... SO when it's
raining cats and dogs. I know it won't be no surprise. When it's
raining cats and dogs, I kinda wonder if I'll cry... (Repeat
Chorus)

@SONG: I'd die without you
(4:11) (A.Cordes)

Is it my turn to wish you were lying here. I tend to dream you when
I'm not sleeping. Is it my turn to fictionalize my world. Or even
imagine your emotions to tell myself anything... Is it my turn to
hold your hands. Tell you I love you and you not hear me... Is it
my turn to totally understand. To watch you walk out of my life and
not do a damn thing... (Chorus) If I have to give away... The
feeling that I feel. If I have to sacrifice... Oh, whatever babe,
whatever baby. If I have to take apart... All that I am... Is there
anything that I would not do, 'Cause inside I'd die without you...
Oh, I apologize for all the things I've done. But now I'm
underwater and I'm drowning... Is it my turn to be the one to cry.
Isn't it amazing how some things just completely turn around... So
take every little piece of my heart... So take every little piece
of my soul... So take every little piece of my mind... 'Cause if
you're gone... inside... I'd die without you... (Chorus)

@LEGAL_SHIT: Lyric reprint (c) 1993 MCA Music Ltd. admin. by MCA
Music Publishing, A Division of MCA Inc. (ASCAP) except "Norwegian
Wood" (c) 1965 Northern Songs admin. by Music Corp. of America,
Inc. (BMI), "I'd Die Without You" (c) 1992 MCA Music Ltd. admin by
MCA Music Publishing, A Division of MCA Inc (ASCAP) and "Intro".
All rights reserved. Used by permission. All tracks produced by PM
Dawn. Tracking and programming engineer: Tyrrell. Mix Engineer:
Michael Fossenkemper except "I'd Die Without You" and "Beyond
Infinite Affections" mix engineer: Tyrrell. Assistant Engineers:
Phil Butcher, Leroy Quintyn, Luke Gifford & Todd S. Childress.
Additional recording by Michael Fossenkemper. Recorded at Gee
Studio London, Strongroom London, Soundtrack Studio New York,
Clinton Studio New York. Songs and album edited and sequenced by
Michael Fossenkemper. Mastered at DMS, New York by Chris Gehringer.
Keyboards, piano, guitar, acoustic guitar, Rhodes and FX by
Tyrrell; except "So On And So On": Guitar-Herbie Tribino.
"Plastic":Keyboards-Prince Be, Cuts-Minutemix. "To Love Me More":
Piano and acoustic guitar-James from Lunarci. "About Nothing":
Backing vocals-Cheryl Cordes. "Norwegian Wood" Guitar-Robert Musso
for MuWorks Records. "Beyond Infinite Affections": Cuts-Cash Money.
"Looking Through Patient Eyes": Backing vocals-Cathy Dennis,
Acoustic guitar-Tony Love. "More Than Likely": Backing vocals-Boy
George, Piano-James for Lunarci. "The Nocturnal Is In The House":
Cuts-Cash Money. "Raining Cats And Dogs": Headphone feedback solo-
Prince Be. "I'd Die Without You": Backing vocals-Cheryl Cordes,
Piano-James from Lunarci. "Patient Eyes", "More Than Likely" and
"To Love Me More" Violins: Max Ellen, Gene Orloff, Elliott Rosoff,
Martis Sweet, Regis Landioro, Sandra Park, Abe Appleman, Violas:
Alfred Brown, Mitsue Takayama, Cellos: Fred Zlotkin, Susan
Poliacick, String Arrangements by Max Ellen, Joesph Gianono and PM
Dawn. Boy George appears courtesy of Virgin Records (UK) Ltd. Cathy
Dennis appears courtesy of Polydor (UK) Ltd.

@GREETS: Thanks to everyone at: Gee Street Records - Wade
Featherstone, Rachel O'Neill, Simon Quance, Melinda Sotomayor,
Gerard Louis, Alasidar George; Gee Street Management - Jo "Rave
Queen" Murray, Kevin "Mr. Fliz" Kiernan, Virginia Orozco and Anne
Booth; Island Records - Chris Blackwell, Tom Hayes, Marc Marot,
Julian Palmer, Matt Stringer, Hilary Neidhart, Judy Troilo, Maureen
Hindin Turkel, Saturo Igarashi, Pat Barry and the grew; Polygram
Label Group - Alain Levy, Rick Dobbis, Johnny Barbis, Jazzy Jordan
and our whole team; Polygram Distribution Group; MCA Music - Nick
Phillips, Paul Connolly; William Morris Agency, Primary Talent,
Special Thanks to: Jon Baker, Ziggi Golding, Boots McEvoy, Keith
Cooper, Tyrrell "Brotha T", Mike Fossenkemper & Todd Childress -
I'm not touching y'all, Luke, Larry Stanley, Hope Carr, Vivien
Goldman (the ghost of Christmas yet to come) Katie Agresta &
Patrick Feifer, Scott "Daddy" Harding, Lisa "Who Knows Everybody"
Klassen, April Gornik, Ceilidh, Matthew & Savannah - If ever I've
ben inspired by innocence, Chris & Evelyn, Cathy Dennis, Boy
George, Cash Money & Brian, Rab (I'm Defended), Stephane Sednaoui,
Recaldo, Clash, Hershey, Donald Fracois, David Fincher, Robert
Carroll, Willy Craft, Laurie Fabiano, Khalil (because I spelled his
name wrong the last time), Propaganda Films, Nike, LaFace Records,
Arista Records, Paramount Pictures, BET, MTV, To George Michael and
Joni Mitchell, thanks for acknowledging the music. "Intro" female
voice - this was a recording of an astrological reading on Prince
Be given by Marge Suti in the summer of 1992. Excerpts from three
talks given by Bhagavan friend. Props to our fellow songwriters:
Stereo MC's, A Tribe Called Quest, Gangstarr, Run DMC, Emosia, Pete
Rock and C.L. Smooth, Beastie Boys, Diamond D, Supercat, Large
Professor, L.O.N.S., Busta Rhymes (My Man), Rumpletilskins, Kid 'N'
Play (Wassup), King Sun, My man Johnny D, Black Sheep, Candyman
(The coolest person I ever met on the road), Hothouse Flowers,
Public Enemy, De La Soul, Paris, Redman, Das EFX, The Hit Squad,
Onyx, Black Moon, Prince, Finesse, Riff, Double XX Posse, Flavor
Unit, Cypress Hill, New Kingdom, BDP, Apache, The Bomb Squad, Brand
Nubian, Digable Planets, Wrecks 'N' Effects, Boys II Men, Heavy D,
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, Brand New Heavies, Chubb Rock,
Howie Tee, Arrested Development, Digital Underground, X-Clan, Grand
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@MESSAGE: See the Spiritual Being, the Master of Melody, the
Hardcore Heart, juggle between existing as Prince Be and The
Nocturnal. The Quest, or the Explanation of the Hardcore Heart. See
him juggle, see him channel, see him diving for divinity beneath
his sea of being. Far below the waves, he meets two facets of
himself - Prince Be and The Nocturnal. In the Dawn, Prince Be of
the Patient Eyeys is just being, just trying to talk to God. Hoping
to be blessed by the light inside. See-sawing for the balance of
life in harmony. Sometimes he seems to get closer, then it all
swings away. Still, his aura hangs as a halo; his brief brushes
with holiness like the welcome kiss of a butterfly wing. Always
glad to shake the invisible hand that pulls him back from throwing
himself out the window. PM. The Darker side of the divide, The
Nocturnal, takes his turn eternal. Money is love in action, said
Karl the Artist before he passed, to try out another of the twelve
signs that bind us. The Nocturnal exults in success, values in the
material world, the Filth of the Rich - delusions, illusions are
his stock in trade. The Nocturnal cries defiance, unafraid. The
tougher, harder side of night that makes shine the other light. The
epic journey, the great one that all must undertake, is like
learning to drive a car. You get the feel of it after a while.
Driving, driving from the PM to the Dawn, the night is full of
Midnight Sighs. Like the way we flail our fists when the light firs
hits our eyes, there must be a fear, and anger, violent action and
hate. Then, of necessity, there must be love to heal and resolve.
Where the Nocturnal and the Prince Be merge, does the Hardcore
Heart begin? Here's the fight of the Hardcore Heart. Fugitive
realities shuffle before his eyes. Which one fits? Only a certain
heart beat can penetrate: the infinite light that overshadows the
moon. Hiding in hardness, the Plastic Posse never noticed that the
light was out. Fear of feelings, frozen in turn; when the great
thaw hits, the flaw flows in a flood. Will it rain Cats and Dogs,
one last time? Will we live Beyond Infinite Affections? If there is
no what is felt, What is felt? Where's the great warrior? Prophet?
The man who cries only when his history of murders is unlocked in
his heart? Or she who knows when, how to let go? A mental fighter,
not a physical fighter - a warrior of the mind. Why do we need
understanding? It's like breathing. All artists, all heartists, we
want to be understood, want to understand. We have no choice. To
Love Me More. To bask in that understanding, the warmth of being
loved for your true self. Faces stare at each other through the
window. Each side of the mirror, the intense regard. Till, like
liquid mercury, all distance melts, and we merge. Submerge. To
rise, being born anew, a different Quest, a fresh Path to pursue.
The ultimate goal is the neutral zone. There amid looming pyramids,
is rest. Freedom of feelings flows within the reach of all...
Peace. The Ghost of Christmas yet to come.