Alan Watts Lyrics

As I think about my past days

Then I think about my last days

Was it all about the cash chase

Adrenaline fast race

Forget about my blood tribe

Dumb guy

Recently when I be surfing on the net

I rarely see reality, integrity, respect

And the truth it hurts my heart

Like when I wrote It Hurts My Heart

Does this mean I'm blanketed in the dark with Elliot's last name

Untouchable Dwayne

Can only mean remove myself from all bodies of this plain

And I'm not talking spirited

I'm talking clearer things

Like looking in the mirror your reflection say here it is

And you gasp as you are shaken and awaken and steered a through

And you pass to see perspectives from a different view

Mind progression is the one type

Above life

And without it like bringing a knife to gun fight

But when we consider Being—with a capital 'B'—this includes not only such 'is'es as celestial bodies

but also such 'isn't's as the space that encompasses them

But now, a perfectly logical person would therefore say that the notion of the Self¬—the Ātman, as the fundamental reality in which everything else exists—is meaningless

As I sit near the setonaikai in Hiroshima. It gets deeper my connection with the planet and its features

But I still remember the importance of swiping a visa that can bring you to the places where you need a proper visa

Just to enter

If you young and black hearing my voice

Living abroad by your lonesome will relive you of choice Not choice like freedom

But, choice like was that racism just now should I beat or teach em

Not to say life abroad is without flaws

All my problems just change and become all ours

I hate to think that wherever I go

Based off my skin tone

I'm the enemy

Based off yours you my enemy

And you dead to me

That' too much weight to hold

But know I will never fold

I try to move

One step at a time

Towards my goal

That's the only way that I know

But just all us human beings rattling around

we're not even rooted to the ground like trees

And therefore it's very easy for us to form the impression that I am only what is inside my bag of skin

And that my Self is a different Self from your Self

And we're all, therefore fundamentally disconnected

There are days in Kurahashi where I keep it very lonesome

Cause I wanna hear my own thoughts float across the ocean

If you get it, get it right away

My brainstorm a tidal wave

Catch me riding down that thing

Look at me posing

Coasting across the seams

Of imaginary beams

That were created from my Being

Not to interrupt ya'll dreams

Cause it seems

We ignore one another's themes

Eating chips, the other cleans

Where's the sense behind these things

But I just try to follow golden rules

Not say I follow golden rules

Then treat my people like absent fathers do

Weary of cats saying they own a crew

Cause that community talk is so that they can take advantage of your overview

A little selfish

But I've been for myself

My family, friends and my pals

Reciprocal treatment that swells

My heart

I'm me before anything else

And just know that's how the cards have been dealt

And so your apparent disconnection—the fact that you are not tied to other people with umbilical cords

or some kind of wiring that gives you one mind—nevertheless we do have one mind

In the sense that, for example, all of us turn out to be approximately the same shape

Two eyes, two nostrils, a mouth, two hands, two legs, and so on

A haiku poem—Japanese haiku—says: A hundred gourds from the mind of one vine

Now, the Hindus do say that the Self—the great Self—is consciousness

But of course, that does not mean consciousness in the sense of our ordinary everyday consciousness

Ordinary everyday consciousness is indeed a form of this kind of consciousness—shall we say

a manifestation of it? —but then there's also consciousness which doesn't notice

but nevertheless is highly responsive

The way your heart beats, the way you breathe, the way you grow your hair: you're doing it

But you don't know how it's done