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Nomadic Lover

by Super Garlic vs. Funky Onion

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Celebrate with orgasmic dances A fancy feast of tequila and rising pulses Romance and love and dirty duck pics Chilling with vag badgers, getting their fix Sex is about passion, expression, about getting off Give and take, equal emotions And it doesn’t have to be about individuality, Fuck marriage, rather live in the moment, in harmony With open-minded souls that break the mold And help the world realize we can all be unique And sing to our own tune While caring and not smothering That is when true friendship with loving benefits can be begin Adventure, if only for short time, because life comes and goes And the ghosts of what could have been will choke No regrets but too many what ifs will soak Into your mind until you scream Fuck! Interesting encounters, new moments All just ripples in the space-time continuum Lost in another dimension Instead we should sing and dance and smack some ass, If you like that sort of thing, get out the rope and handcuffs And rage with the best Tequila Sunrise Is when you're tangled up Naked and unstuck Lost in a moment of bliss The surprise is You can keep dancin And no one will judge your sly grin
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An emotion Real, not chemical Slow motion Heart beats and sunsets till autumn, we’re castin Shadows with eyes pinched, opening Like two corpse flowers blooming, awakening The demise of a decade, ignorant surroundings Suddenly you ride And spread out Sounds of self-confidence boom and shout Reverberating an aura about, Your smile echoes god-like tendencies Pleases passers-by you chose, including enemies, You tip your hat, lift your skirt, leather-studded gloves, Whatever you do, whatever you become, you are a volcano ready to erupt And everyone wants to pluck from your wake Lava to bake the skins and shed, shake the damage from a hundred alien suns Because every altering experience Leaves you awake to a new day A little column A, A little pain But you are different, interesting, You are on a quest, not lost, screaming passion A vibe that saved the lives of 100 connections Just with a smile, one confident gesture The act hid the fact your eyes burn More and more , sleepless nights, weak to the core Stamina for a lifetime Time to rise up strive to find the pinnacle Strive to find the pinnacle Scrape the barnacles Off the boat that is out of control Your life is out of control Where should you go? Chill, it is only the early afternoon, you know Give me three stacks of high society As I gamble my ego, my personality, my confidence Let you see the boundaries of my existence For I will always be me Never a quickie, always a passionate, intense love Hanky panky in every room in the house, even above in The attic, Cause everywhere I go, I bring my frantic adventurous tonic, beautifully chaotic
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Sometimes we run But all catches on In a static rift in time A poet’s rhyme Carved into the splinters, before the sight hovering, what a height Watching all the ants below Sweep the valley, Blue-green maroon hills roll, Glow, Reflect hope Sitting in the sun, warmth Go forth And dream as granules of sand, scorch, Scrape like glass on callused heels Pebbles stuck between my toes, feel The need for cool water and my feet burrow deeper within the beach box sorrow Drenched with salty tears, Sweaty imprints turn to clay as we stare Into a breeze, waves crash on the shore, Seashell music to my ears And you lie next to me, lost in an empty bottle Wishing you were a genie, a treasure map, Or perhaps the words on the pages That provide shade as you ponder The written works of authors And how they could possibly relate to your core looks like a sponge to soak up, hope, believe But really is frozen in a hardened state like coral reef
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There are some that give no chances until life becomes frantic Hit the panic Button as friends and romantics Discover gin and tonic Is an escape, your hypnotic And Pain is chronic, cries bend in sonic Waves of static When wind blows chaotic It’s ironic That dreams, that and this Just a wish Not spells cast by a witch Just systematic, volcanic Raindrops lick, quick you can, forget the plan, escape, build a dam of olive branches to lift yourself from the quicksand As wormholes appear in journals And blogs Clearing the fog Building block memories talk Into a megaphone to scream over your thoughts The plot Is one sought over centuries of failed Experiments, due to the fact You never closed your eyes And reached out For a hand In front, beside your route Shout! Break free of the doubt We are working and riding Toward our destination And we’ve no fucking clue where we’re off to Walk, don’t run Just enjoy the view
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Rollin in the mud Thuds to the shins, Love and sex and sin Music blowin in the wind Instant, fanatical bliss As the big witch Blinks and Ragers link mold into one instant, one moment Energy prisms gather, an omen in the rain and sun, together we fuck with Blood, sweat and fun But are we really sinners To escape harsh winters With warm bodies and Alcoholic dinners? Or is it human nature to just be animalistic creatures Searching for the pinnacle, the main feature? Fuck it, it’s the same thing, said my teacher Cause we dance with romantic gestures Only for a chance to adventure with chaotic ventures Chorus: And I find the rhyme that spins my mind In a hundred directions at one time Grind the gears and be alive! Finishing touches On the lust, this Systematic, tantric quest Busts, it crusts into a Rhythmic must, Don’t be sick Quick, better fucking rip The hearts from their chest Let the jester, pester the actor who creates millions of characters to teach love and hate and fuck to her and him and that weird looking human in the corner Forlorn and torn The punks mourn in pits of thrashing, get louder, Fight the Motherfuckers born into power Like towers and electricity The plug slips in and hits the spot, the switch Now the orgasm licks when the light, goes on and music clicks, the sound of time in your head, Happy but misled, you scream instead Chorus
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Chorus: Workin on beats with a case of beer all by my lonesome but have a big smile on my face as the synths reveal my emotions. No tears. No anger. No fears. Just me and my work station. Can't you hear? This is the anthem of the year, screams made through a system, an instrumental that bears all and reveals rhythms stored away within the caverns of my mind. Take a listen, the truth you might find. Working on a thesis My heart synthesizes Sympathizes, splits its love Paralyzes, I’m stuck, And the only way out Is to shout, freedom! Instances of silence Awakened by a lioness Not the finest hour To discover Life that isn’t vinegar. Just happiness But sitting back never solved passionless Days with asinine madness, no one is saved, drama, anger, none of it pays, Planets circle in the sky, cyclical, they sing, they cry, Stories, fables of star giants, Epic poetry, timeless, winding, blinding, Environments made to be binding, Unforgiving to change But what about the galaxy, the Milky Way? It stretches and spins to different destinations, begins again The stars dance within, pons in a game no one can win, I am the galaxy, you are the stars, Rhythmic truths, you rage in between my mind and my heart Chorus
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Chorus: I lie and I wait For the connection I sigh and berate The lack of affection No satisfaction When will I find A new vibe And drive Bumping the music through the streets To express me And celebrate you, plant the seed In minds as the rhymes Spit out speakers Like independent creatures Telling a story Rehashing adventure, experience, the glory And the evil that provides a balanced personality And now your character is alive The name echoes, time passes And the sounds bounce and die Reborn, they ride the waves And surf until it fades Cyclical games Sitting back, I hide from the cracks Until they become gaping holes And then I jump and attack So I can pull them back and close The seeping memories, my muse And the clues it gives To my existence It's really just a distortion of my experience Cause I am not the child I was in grade school And I’m not the dude in high school No, not even that fly mutha from college, I am just a conglomeration, a collage And my stories are the only thing that can reveal a piece of who I am (Chorus)
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Sometimes I sing as if No one can hear Cause in my mind, tonight No one is there As Depression wipes the fear Leaves no emotion, No room to be scared, It hurts the most with nothing to feel As the ghost Is here to steal Leave an empty shell, layers peeled And tossed away I can’t even be angry, sad, wild or tame My memories are just skeletons And silhouettes, images without captions Fasten the belt, tie the lace, shield from crashin As the light succumbs to the shadows I disappear, twisted and hollowed No one to follow to the gallows But this is a natural progression Of love lost Fading aggression, A challenge of one’s self And I keep failin the test, the path, the quest The road is not clear As I steer in the dark I can’t stop, no where to park Soon, I will be out of gas, the car shakes and twerks, Soon, the stresses will clean and jerk And I will awake as the sun’s rays seep through the quilt In my window, time to forget, to work, Until the ghost and the darkness returns It’s a disease that only gets worse No one ever knows when its there And No one ever seems to care
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In search of wisdom We study abroad Watch the stars above In search of love We study profiles and martini holding dolls Watch them dance an endless song In search of legends We educate and read journals Science, mythical wormholes But the search continues on as we plunder Decades of right and wrong, we tumble Realizing all is not enough; we march until the road crumbles An endless journey as nomadic lovers
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Travel from one to the other Liar, lost inside her You crumble, a tide occurs, And your high above, this is absurd, Is it love? No, a moment of regret hidden under a rug. Did I tell you she has a great smile? Stop, nothing twists the knot Like switching positions, inching to talk. nearing a situation of lust. Trust is a whore on a bus to discuss the fuss of getting paid to fuck. This isn’t a change, it’s a chemical exchange, no pain, Leave in vain, covered in stains, As the door slams, nothing to face. Static and smothered, I’m a nomadic lover Your wit, your charisma, your glamour, All attributes that falter, when your High as fuck off sex and love. the sun sets faster, You’ll never master the balance of Laughter and pleasure Did I tell you she’s the one? My head rattles as I shine dopamine, Levels to cope and lean to invoke But lost, a cloud of smoke and dust, As I run away again Commitment? Rather sip on the gin. Rock out the martini, tap the barrel and sing, An enthusiast of everything. Static and smothered, I’m a nomadic lover Dinner for two, double dates to escape Flirt with anyone to forget your fate You have a choice to make And no matter how close you are to maturity The thought of settling down is insanity So you run and you hide And you climb into a hole Only to find the parts you stole From your individual goal And now you have to climb back Realize the one is just a drug You were addicted but now? You’re in luck. Love is a chemical But Caring is real. Static and smothered, I’m a nomadic lover
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Love describes more than just relationships or sex. We can love colors. Or music. Or food. Or a book. Or a TV show. Or the way the birds always warn you about the weather. But to truly love anything, we need to respect and learn and discover and not be afraid to attempt new things. Traditions are great, but when they compromise the chance to evolve, they become our own personal prisons. Expand your mind and continue to adventure for the sake of humankind.

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released December 7, 2013

Cover art (also used as background in booklet) and the back page art is by Sonja Lange. Memory (aka Jason Kempen) wrote lyrics and performs on Endless Possibilities. All other lyrics are by Anthony Iozzo.
Music is mixed, mastered and produced by Anthony Iozzo. Notes for each individual track included under each individual song.

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