Deception by +Phloide.com & the Garden Gnome Liberation Front

Felt like Hell

Sometimes I can’t see the sun at night

Because the world gets in the way

Sometimes I can’t see the sun in the rain

Because the clouds get in the way

Sometimes I can’t see the sun when I cry

Because my tears get in the way

And sometimes I can’t see the sun

Simply because I’ve closed my eyes

When I woke up in the morning…

It seems that anyone

Can make their plan

But we all must answer

For how we play our tune

3. Deception

(Lyrics by Scott Cooper)

Deception is a funny game; One can't see every move she make

Slight of hand, tests of faith, Only she has got what it takes

Deception is a lovely game; She knows all the right words to say

Soothing of soul, lifting of hearts, Come along she's looking to play

Deception is a beautiful game; Covering flaws with mask and paint

Sight to be hold, loveliest saint; Hiding her claws from the faint

Deception is a crafty game; A puppeteer for the dying masses

Pulling the strings, selling the lives, Twisting truth to divide the classes

Deception is a brutal game; Talons of steel piercing lost souls

Lying so well, freely she speaks, Love of flesh burning like fiery coals

Deception is a deadly game; Her victims die from wounds unseen

Eating them alive, killing from inside, They believed her whispers of being queen

4. My Old Friend

My dear old friend, oh how I remember

The look in your eyes as we shared our lives

We shared the laughter, we shared the pain

We wiped each others tears and held each other tightly to comfort our fears

On a road of comrades, crossing a bridge of love

Jumped/Dived into a river of passion and proceeded to drown

I will remember you, my old friend

I will remember you, my old friend

I still love you

Oh the price we paid for the fools we became

And the scars of a friendship that would never be the same

Remembering our dreams as they turned to nightmares

And crushed the visions from our eyes

As time moves on wounds mutantly mend

As we numb ourselves with stitches of steel

There are the wounds only God can heal

I pray that Lord will bless your journey

5. Dandelions in Bloom

Hey Mr. Ramapithicus

Come and have a drink with us

And let us discuss

The questions of the mind

Can all that we be

Simply existential anomalies

Does life sing just a Filler song,

Between the primordial and the grave

As I walk down Mulberry St.

Looking at all the people I meet

Searching for dandelions in Bloom

Like the tantric senses that stir my thoughts

Are our dreams nothing more than chemically wrought

And our breath nothing more than Empirical dust in June

Hey Mr. Ramapithicus

Come and join us on the bus

As we travel to what once was

In relative time

Is 18 billion years

Long enough to create our hope, our fears, our dreams

Can the quantum matrix hold

The answer for the longing of our soul

As I walk down Mulberry St.

Looking at all the people I meet

Searching to find their tune

Like the supernova dust that has formed my eyes

Has The Maker woven a beautiful surprise

To cloak it inside a esoterical cocoon

So, Mr. Ramapithicus come play your tune

For you know that all too soon

The earth will call us all into her womb

But within this tailor-made tapestry

Is there a greater singularity

That even tomorrow can never consume

6. Ancient Pages

(Original Poem by Scott Cooper)

Shall we read some words from ancient pages

Telling us the story of the rock of ages

Stage was set before the Universe opened her eye

Do we find life in words from ancient pages

The promise given and confirmed by sages

Paradox incognito born to die

Will we become like birds without cages

Our soul and mind will be our controlling gauges

Ex-nihilo Enigmas, Pieces of the Sky

Death becomes life when Love paid our wages

All to be found in the words on ancient pages

Spread you wings and fly

7. Entropy’s Noon

-“What tells the void it is pregnant with the universe, and what atomic anomaly leads a man to lay down his life for a stranger?”

Deception’s such a tempting game, as she soothingly drains us numb

Impotent ride, anemic estate, In the storm we are left to come undone

Deception is a mind sheltering game, as she shades us in her comfort zone

But as truth comes to light, the cure becomes the plight, and in the light we are left to answer alone

Has systematic truth truly made us wise?

Are we just a cosmic glitch with a side of curly fries?

And hope nothing more than chasing after the man on the moon.

There is a fingerprint upon the celestial road

That matches the cryptic prints in my genetic code

Giving hope that Reason stretches beyond Entropy’s noon

8. The Plaid Razzleflabbenz Finds His Tune

(Instrumental)

All songs written and performed by Phloide.com and the Garden Gnome Liberation Front, unless otherwise noted (like where our buddy Scott wrote some stuff, and then gave it to us, not knowing we were gonna make a song out of it) ©2002 Bohemian Children (ASCAP)

The Shema (used on Ancient Pages) performed by Shlomoh and Monica Guwazah

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