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"THE BEAUTY BOMB"

THE BEAUTY BOMB

It’s time to write history / it’s time to write history / and these songs will be my soldiers / in this war that I am fighting / I am writing / a new song / so there will be a brand new song / just a sonic atomic tonic / I will write it, a beauty bomb / I will write the beauty bomb / since the gold lights it seems like forever / I know it’s wrong to try and stop a new day / but things are not right with the forces there to guide us / they try to blind us / and lie to us / and hide from us the love they tossed away / It’s time to write history / it’s time to write history / and these songs will be my soldiers / in the war that I am fighting / I am writing / a new song / so there will be a brand new song / just a sonic atomic tonic / I will write it, a beauty bomb / I will write the beauty bomb / you know they say that time, it brings on those changes / but it’s people who are the agents of change / we must remember all the embers that burn inside us / and let that ignite us / dignify us / and put the fight in us / to bring back love today / it’s time to write history / time to write history / yes these songs will be my soldiers / in the war that I am fighting / while I’m writing / while I’m writing the beauty bomb.

THE SPACE PRINCESS <spoken>

Galexia was a Space Princess living on a planet being ravaged by war – but it was more than a class struggle and a vying for territory, but a war of hatreds and prejudices escalating into terrible violence. It was her destiny to penetrate the psyche of her planet’s citizenship with a vibratory resonance generated completely by her strange mental activity. It was a wavelength she was to transmit…one that would awaken the sensibilities of her world, Planet Awlrighta. She was one hip chick with enormous power, though not of a military nature, nor of finance. But her prolonged sensitivity to irrational behavior had built up a warehouse of magical inclinations based on instincts and intuitions.

She would alter the destiny of nations with the fluctuation of her breathing patterns, and crumble paradoxes with the flow of her garments. And most importantly, she was unafraid to take on the warring nations as an individual without military might or political office. Just a woman with an idea, and a willingness to meld her mind with the history of time. It was only as an individual that she could access the exact states of mind necessary to alter the course of Planet Awlrighta’s destiny, and overthrow the Blindness Plague crippling her people. She would throw this web of emotion and organic fields of psyche into space as a ball of energy with a transformative power to exert her will over the very structure of matter. Buildings would crumple. Colors would reconfigure. And so too, paradigms would shift from this simple interior outburst of source decisiveness.

Far away from the battlefields, the boardrooms of war strategists, and the clamoring of media reportage, Galexia worked alone in secret – in her small floating studio. It was a room of potions and incantations scribbled on small scraps of paper that were tacked to the walls with needles and sewing thread. She collected all her thoughts in this manner and gathered her energies by harnessing this warehouse of sentiments into a sound channel she would one day, in a single moment, open and deliver unto the lap of the world.

NOW FREEDOM IS MINE

There’s a new color in the sky today / above the meadows of my mind / where I am walking so far away / from all the dreams I left behind / came to me a chance like a bird I’d stolen / and I am running out of time / over the cliff I have fallen / so that freedom would be mine / that freedom would be mine / there’s no way I can turn back / for my change is too profound / never again could I bare to lack / this freedom I have found / came to me a chance like a bird I’d stolen / and I am running out of time / over the cliff I have fallen / so that freedom would be mine / so that freedom would be mine / and in the dawning of my rebirth / I am united with the wild ones / where my spirit can roam the earth / as a child of the sun / a child of the sun / came to me a chance like a bird I’d stolen / it was a sound that I had heard / the part of me that died was an illusion / I’m flying like a bird / I’m flying like a bird / there’s a new color in the sky today / you can take it as a sign / with all the people in the world today / now freedom is mine.

I CAN ONLY PRAY

If you would blink / I would vanish from your gaze / for a moment / give me time to lay beside you / and inject this thought / with hope for the coming age / you’ll reflect it back to me / from somewhere deep inside you / I can only pray / good will have the final word with evil / that sight will befall the people / from these seeds will spring a new age / I can only pray, I can only pray / I’ll have to shrink ‘til I can vanish from this maze / become a camera / record what most defines you / and magnify every hope that you deny / I’ll send it glistening / I’ll send it back to remind you / I can only pray / good will have the final word with evil / that sight will befall the people / from these seeds will spring a new age / I can only pray…/ I’ll crawl back in time / into the womb of your mind / become a season / of springtime never ending… I’ll send it on through / send it on through.

DREAMSONG

I’ve this simple home and a family of friends / The years can make us sages / And all the ages on that depends / We can live like kings – even having so few of the many things we’re told are needed… / Close your eyes…the stones are alive / I’m listening to the voices inside your head / I’m inside your head / and on the outside / Where there’s nothing / And in the heart where there is something / Made of everything / And in that space exists something that we’ve come to know as freedom / Soldiers turn and fight, and the sky turns brown / Through the fog, a quiet thunder rings / Lies in black and white / steal the colors from our sight / And the cloud king calls / the mountain birds to sing / Wings rise and fall to return us all / to a world that follows love / Or will that stride of wings in flight just send us shaking / will that stride of wings in flight send us shaking / I am at home with this family of my friends / And we can make anything out of nothing / Everything out of something / And we live a life far beyond what we contrive / We live much more than we suppose / Close your eyes…the stones are alive / I’m listening to the voices inside your Head / I’m inside your head / and on the outside / Where there’s nothing /And in the heart where there is something / Made of everything / And in that space exists something that we’ve come to know as freedom / Time becomes one, the day stretches long / The child rises up within our song / To sing of righteousness / To sing of happiness / We are all of one blind kind of Being / Become seers who are seeing / We are one blind kind of Being / Become seers who are seeing / We live a song we all dreamed into a Dreamsong / We live a song that we all dreamed into a Dreamsong.

THE IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS <spoken>

It was Galexia’s mission and her fate to prove something largely not accepted as true on her planet – that the makings of the Organic Being in its fabric of heart and thought was much stronger and sturdy than solid metals and more persuasive than missiles. Poetry was on her side, and passion. In a simple act of grace, she was to show that the gentle whisper is louder than all the yelling in the world; the stammering of a romantic heart against the tanks of insanity and annihilation.

There were many rumors. Some theorized that the source of her great power was an energy gained from trusting – over time – in irrational moments…and those subtle joys known only from the relishing of impractical diversions and silly games. She had somehow stored and transmuted these states of mind and harnessed their energy into a force that could beget universes with the slightest movement of her finger; to open gateways of time through the slightest flash of her throat.

The rebels would not be able to stop her for in her peculiar innocence, she was the true radical. Her lack of defenses and thus lack of walls became an impenetrable fortress. After all, how could you attack what was not there? How can you defeat an opponent unwilling to play and who can rewrite the rules just by thinking of them. It became quick knowledge that Galexia was not to be trifled with.

MYSTIC

You live beyond your years / gone to the pioneers / that held the life you’re after / finally hit your stride / gone is the maiden tide / that first brought to you your power / now you’re a mystic / its like touching hands with the angels / and the powers that be / now you’re a mystic / set aside some time for dreamin’ / set your spirit free / commune with the long gone souls / that follow wherever he goes / you can sense them in a feeling / they’re taken by the dream / hit you like a primal scream / befits you with a kind of spiritual healing / now you’re a mystic / its like touching hands with the angels / and the powers that be / you’re a mystic / set aside time for dreamin’ / set your spirit free / mountain climber / thought designer / unicorn priest / dodoodo/ the mystic will enter your world through the gates of the other world.

RAPTURE

Take a moment to have another look / at the lines of nature, read like pages of a book / you are the actor on your own home stage / but a bird that’s chosen a cage / all the bells ring of rapture / become rapture / molecular conscious / born to rapture / the turn of colours is slow motion fall / slow motion fall / all the bells ring of rapture / become rapture / molecular conscious / born to rapture / so walk into new directions, change your pace / see inside your mind, another life with another face / your perception forms these visions that you see / you can’t deny it babe / why are you hiding the key / all the bells ring of rapture / become rapture / molecular conscious / born to rapture / the turn of colours is slow motion fall / slow motion fall / all the bells ring of rapture / become rapture / molecular conscious / born to rapture / turn the lights on inside / your wonder is rapture / molecular mind / thought moves in rapture.

A BASIC MISCALCULATION <spoken>

Another factor in the Equation of Planet Awlrighta’s unruly predicament of growing tensions was the media generated perceptions of the planet’s condition, constructed for its own inhabitants, using a device of control which was itself an insidious invention built to create false excitement in people to replace--and as a substitute for--real experience and natural pleasures, like thinking and creating, known as the making of culture. The reason for this distracting of the populace is that real self-exploration and its resultant arts (which fill life with beauty and purpose) don’t directly beget fiscal profit and the supporting of institutionalized inequality that sustains the gluttonous and unnecessary overabundance of the rich.

The media network had become the mouthpiece of the Silver Empire, which itself was situated out of sight, behind the facades of televisions and radios that sent its signals directly into personalized dwelling spaces throughout the planet. While opinions may have differed across its various locales, the acquiescence to the demands of a basic miscalculation concerning the true nature of power was worldwide; the value of internal victories were overshadowed completely by external access to better goods and services.

None of this was lost on Galexia, of course, who continued scribbling down each reflection into her notebook, which would become the initial base materials supporting her private revolution. She thought of cavemen drawing their visions on cave walls while she quietly sipped her coffee, looking out into the night sky…

GODZ

Your days are days like nights / my days shine like moonbeams / that shine like lights / shine shine shine / my world is so many-hued / your world spreads a dream web as lovers do / if our gods should love each other / if our gods could become each other / your sky is a patterned light / my sky is a cloud worn mountain / topped in white / sky sky sky / your mouth is a circling red / my mouth is not moving / listening to what you’ve said / if our gods should love each other / if our gods could become each other / you breathe in solitude / my breath reaches your breath / no longer two.

ERIC’S SONG

Eric says he’s had enough / of being loved for all the wrong reasons / being what was wanted by the crowd / to sacrifice his soul to the seasons / he says I’m going back to my soul / and I’m never gonna let it go / I’m going back to my soul / and I’m never gonna let it go / eric says he’s had enough / just can’t adjust to the photo on the shelf / loved for the way he was perceived / their love only kept him from himself / he says I’m going back to my soul / and I’m never gonna let it go / I’m going back to my soul / and I’m never gonna let it go / It’s easy to be taken away with a smile / but it’s deceptive how they can turn after a while / says I’m coming home / I’m coming home / eric says he’s had enough / of being judged and misunderstood / he’s gonna give the world to himself / after he gave all that he could / he says “I’m going back to my soul and I’m never gonna let it go” / I’m going back to my soul / and I’m never gonna let it go / tried to make him play their game / but he had to choose his own name / he says they tried to make me play their game / but I had to choose my own name / I chose my own name / chose my own name, eric says… /

SPELLBOUND

And you were the one who sang the song in her heart so true / just the way you sung / and I could hear your sound / playin’ til the break of morning / had held me spellbound / a lonely child just reeling in the meadows / of the moonlight / casting your will through the voice / you held love and truth as one / let the angels rejoice / for beauty was a melody in your mind / beauty was a melody in your mind / you were the one who sang the song / in her heart so true, just the way you sung / and I could hear your sound / playin’ til the break of morning / had held me spellbound / I did repair within your sheltering song / where I’d find some kind of intertwined perfection / like a charm upon the word / I trust in that connection / for your beauty was a melody in my mind / your beauty was a melody in my mind / and from the first time / I heard the sound / it was like I had always known the sound / of all the lights around the room for you spellbound / of all those lights around the room for you spellbound / of all those lights around the room for you spellbound.

PARADISE

So many dream of paradise / but then how many live the way they like? / there’s a war going on outside these doors / millions of voices in corridors / they find for something to fight / the answer’s something inside / purple pebble people wanting paradise / dreamin’ and feedin’ on the elixir of life / free your mind / to paradise / be way up high / free of time / la la la la la la / freedom’s in the mind, freedom’s in the mind, freedom’s in the mind / it’s gonna take some time / are we building toward paradise / if defining self in limitations lies? / thousands of years writing histories / never do we see they’re just stories / and visions of the other world / bring spirit back into our words / purple pebble people must have paradise / dreamin’ and feedin’ on the elixir of life / free your mind / to paradise / be way up high / free of time / la la la la la la / freedoms’ in the mind, freedom’s in the mind, freedom’s in the mind / it’s gonna take some time / freedoms’ in the mind, freedom’s in the mind, freedom’s in the mind / the road to paradise / free your mind / paradise, paradise, paradise.

GALEXIA'S EXPERIMENT <spoken>

It was a night like any other. Galexia gathered her robes and walked out towards the open field, only steps from her floating studio. She extended her arms forward as the wind gusted and swirled through her hair. Her voice raised in energy, and she began to sing…

Locked inside each Being is the most powerful weapon known to mankind – the human heart. It stays locked in its chamber; century’s pass, the heart endures. Galexia’s experiment was to open this weapon and unleash its power in a blast of colour and beating pulse. This is the story of The Beauty Bomb; the most unexpected weapon in the war of Planet Awlrighta. This unconventional weapon had the strange power to ruin men and yet to illuminate their very nature and produce intense states of salvation. This latter effect was the focus of Galexia’s efforts during this pivotal stage in her planet’s development. A study of any playground in any nation will bear the same results: that we can share the wealth of resources available. At the end of the day, even money is only a concept we’ve been playing with. Simply spreading out the sharing of power, like five fingers to the hand or like blinking lights across the night sky, we can live on a borderless planet as one people.

Recognizing this came down to a simple matter of the heart. Down through the ages, the heart had been in a more or less perpetual state of closing; a survival mechanism for a time, but one that had outgrown its usefulness. The experiment of ‘The Beauty Bomb’ necessitated the opening of this chamber that guarded the power of the planet’s core and would be essential in fulfilling the planet’s ultimate mission to engage in a powerful transmutation of energy that would actually transform the nature of personal reality; the planet’s physical form would indeed change and expand to meet its new self-image…one of love unfurled. The beauty bomb could only be ignited by this rare organic energy source carried by the human population, which mirrored the heart of the planet.

A little belief in the creative power of people was a necessary ingredient to the recipe…and just a little belief in the creative power of the universe.

THE KOSMIK MYSTERY

So tell me where do you go / when you’re roaming the darkness / do you know / and does it even matter to you / if to the feeling / you assign a random answer / regardless of the truth / well then it’s not my responsibility / I don’t have the time / I don’t have the time or the energy / I wasn’t born to breathe for you / I wasn’t born to protect you / from your own demise / why don’t you ask yourself why you’re alive / and just why if not for the living / and not for the running / just running from a feeling so groundless and blind / don’t think it doesn’t all add up to something / no, don’t think it doesn’t all add up to something / that’s really grand / why won’t you lend your hand / to the kosmik mysery/ and to the kosmic / so if you’ve come for uncommon beauty / you must dare to explore / down every hidden hallway that’s leading to another door / learn not to fight it / baby baby don’t deny it / it’ll be all right / No, we’re all swimming in confusion / within this ocean of questioning / but I can tell you all the glory / is within that complexity / sure it’s one part dreamin’ / oh but then it’s all about the meaning / no, don’t think it doesn’t all add up to something / no don’t think it doesn’t all add up to something / really grand / why don’t you lend your hand / to the kosmik mystery / and cuz its kosmik / and it’s really grand / come on and lend your hand to the kosmik mystery.

UNICORN

she will not let lies into her presence / for she can only seek the truth / she’s in love with a force that compels her / that grants her eternal youth / for her protection she remains unguarded / I can see her though she passes unrealized / she’ll not hide for she cannot be disheartened / born to the hope that lives in her eyes / born to the hope… oh unicorn / such a sight for sore eyes / with your horn punching holes into the darkness / make your vision mine / oh unicorn / as I grow old and wise / I’ll watch where the path is torn / and make your vision mine / she will not turn away from the sadness / it is part of the joy that makes her strong / she ventures deep into the darkest reaches of her soul / where she cannot be steered wrong / she’s the source of true enchantment / for our woes, she’s not one to blame / for to know she exists is like a sweet entrapment / to the call of desires flame / call of desires flame…. oh unicorn / such a sight for sore eyes / with your horn punching holes into the darkness / make your vision mine / oh unicorn / as I grow old and wise / I’ll watch where the path is torn / and make your vision mine / well, the darkness fears her / for she can undo all that its done / and the darkness fears her / for she breaths the light of the sun / a unicorn … punching holes into the darkness.