If only we could
take all our mental will,
dream up a mighty thing,
get in touch with our pain,
it's the mighty fuel,
figure it all out for a hundred years.

A culture of Jesus Christs,
a culture of geniuses,
high-producing thoroughbreds.
Solve the culture's problems
by artíste efforts.
10,000 push-ups by the persona.

It's more than a numbers game,
it's a quality fix.
It's a genetic barrior.
I played with hands behind my head.

Apples and oranges,
peaches and cream,
mixed-up messes.

If we could take all our mental powers,
get in touch with all our our pain,
we could venture
into a century from now.
Do all the cultural pioneering.
Do Christ-like science.
We could tidy everything,
we could look after the family...
for another century.

We could share
in the collective unconscious.
Altruism on speed.
The big trash can
of charity—
Loving.
Cooperative.
Usury.
Reaching out to employ ourselves,
to feel ourselves.
To practice religiosity,
the pantheism of experiential consciousness.
Consciousness...
and Control.
The will to power

Please don't forget about my DNA handicap.
Please don't forget about my DNA handicap.
It's all I can do..."

©1987 Birdies Music