Insight of Blurred Insight

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blacklight music

(chorus)
My Mother Mary comes to me in my sleep
She bears stigmata on her hands and her feet
She holds the truth inside
I watch her cry
a million rivers when she weeps

(Arcane's 1st verse))
In the name of the father, In the name of the son and the one and the only martyr,
In the name of the sister, and the one I never had I miss her.
In the name of the pope (amen) -- livin for the day of the rope (amen)
let me bathe in the soap (amen), just gimme the dope so I can croak (amen)
it's the dope in the tape and the pope can't escape, let us soak up the fate like sponges
i been broke up to date & I know this is hate.....maybe soon I'll awake my slumber

(Insight's verse)
My beliefs can't be pigeonholed to any religion, so
I create my own fate - rock to my own rhythm
just tryin to get by- ain't dyin to win
I do bear a cross but it's not for my sins,
It's for my empathetic heart and my open eyes,
though my debt ain't gone - still hope to fly
churches, synagogues, and mosques all wanna know why
I hold my head up, I hold my head up high....
while I cry...
the tears of a clown that just found out the whole world is a stage and inside out and wrong side up and right side down and what's worse what's left is left hangin around,
In front of a 7-11 searchin for heaven
with niccorette in my stomach and cigarettes in my head and
I'm left with my thoughts, my pen & my pad, my mom & my dad, my people, my sister, my friend, my...visions in my head
my nightmarish daydreams, schizophrenic tendencies, my premonitions,
inhibitions, predetermined enemies.
the television's tellin me- just who I'm supposed to be
instead of being me only seein who I'm told to be
I'm focusing....(or at least I'm tryin to focus)
(...Insight, you out of focus)
so I create another opus, spill my soul on these folks
hopeless 'cause don't nobody know what i spoke - (except Mary)

(chorus)
My Mother Mary comes to me in my sleep
She bears stigmata on her hands and her feet
She holds the truth inside
I watch her cry
a million rivers when she weeps

(arcane's 2nd verse)
Silent Night. Merchant stabbed wit a silent knife
I hit the cosmos and roll off with a violet scythe.
A violent cry to an ancient lord of a vibrant sky,
May you embrace me with a careful hand and plague the tyrant eye.
It's a time to rise, with a holy sword I slay my pride,
and now a dead abandoned ego lay slain with an iron spike.
(Oh my god) will I will I wake up to be humble?
Will I make it to the one truth,
that awaits me through this jungle?
Will I wake up to the blackness?
Will I wake up just to Angus Grim teachin the Bible backwards?
Will I wake up smokin Backwoods?
Momma's cryin, where's her baby boy in the casket
In the bathtub with a slashed-wrist or in the hands of John the Baptist?

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Arcane aka Tella Vizion = M.C. Insight= singing Scott= Keys

Amazing re-creation and interpretation of the classic Blind Faith song done 25 years later with socially concious commentary that hits you in the heart whether your 15 or 55.

(Intro)
I can't find it, oh I gotta find it...
Gotta move on....to another plane in time
Another frame of mind...

(Hook- Insight)
Come down off your thrown, and leave your body 'lone
Somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting for so long
Somebody holds the key

Ohh, and I...
Can't Find my Way Home

(Verse- Arcane)
It makes me mad - that a part of the industry is bad
caught in the fad of fabulous gangsta rag-tag
Money is power - and as we all know...
As we shun our concern - poverty gon' grow
Now, money bein green - and green is the crop
and everybody needs it, to- rise to the top
The crops are the feed, forget about the weed
But for the love of money one forgets about the trees.
Now how's a person breath...without the ozone?
I phone-home to the heart of America's own zone,
so we could pass the message- to our homegrown, children
still worth about a billion
Buildings and public houses that could do without the villains
Now that's a lot of people...
Maybe one day (one day)
We'll realize - we were all created equal

(Hook- Insight)
Come down off your thrown, and leave your body low (or alone)
Somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting for so long
Somebody holds the key

(Verse- Arcane)
You must be lyin, if you say you're numb to fear and pain
Then explain to me how our planet could have a fear of change.
Here's the same as how we'll ever be - so I will peer the range
Of what was once my home in New York, and I can feel the rage
The boys in blue are really those posed, captured up in a cage-
The ones in a cage - sentenced to die of old age-
Should be sentenced to right the wrongs, instead of taken in chains
20 years later down the road - there'll be time for forgiveness.
It was the rehabilitation theory that was thrown into the distance-
for an instant, of greed hatred and vengeance...
and Then you'll see the victim looking to the lord in penance...
and Then you'll see the victim looking to the lord in penance.
I imagined a log-cabin with tattered walls of pain,
Balls of flame, shot in the sky - aren't we all the same?
All the shame buildin inside for what it's all about...
It's all about love, yo-
- and that's why I'm callin out.

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They don't call it "blacklight music" for nuthin...

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(Chorus) X 4
Why does it take us so much time?

(Hook) x 2
Life is a series of success stories and crisis'
Mementos embedded in my eyelids
I've been - huntin down the answer tryin to find it,
Time is of the essence and my presence here is priceless

(Arcane)
I'm just a state of bliss - embodied in a melody
Travelin the airwaves, bringin your mind to serenity
The holiest of entities- up in your mind, drinkin a bucket of shine, stuck in a time, vividly puffin the pine, passing my lovin for crime, cause of my love of the rhyme, gettin me buggin from vibes, treasure my love and desire,
keepin me burnin like fire 'til it's ember, (DGM)
Don't get mad cause you think you've seen the end-
My beginning's too close 'cause I never had no ends...

(Insight)
You is the equivalent of your mind (mind, body and soul)
your experiences, your parents' influence, and with whom you roll
spirit and your heart to the things in your head
what you hear.... to the things that you've said.
To your fear of the dark and things under your bed,
when you was just a little kid 'til you're grown up and wed
and older and bed-ridden and be sittin near death
and you will still remain you, 'til you no longer have breath

(fade)
we're all just:
walking tombstones in a truly scattered form,
butterflies in a cocoon crypt in a moving catacomb...

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everything you hear was recorded live in one take and then mixed later, which is more indicitive of a rock band then electronic music...but I think that's what gives it it's soul...