MP3 THCulture - Trance Human Culture

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    MP3 THCulture - Trance Human Culture

    The digital version album THCulture - Trance Human Culture in the form of MP3 files of the highest quality 320kb/s for download.

    recorded & mixed at: X 97 - VI 99 SPAART Studio
    engineered by: Piotr Sitek & THCulture
    produced by: THCulture
    published MC by: Boofish Records
    published CD by: Canal666


    Yogi - voice, guitars, words
    Joseh - bass
    Dominik Muszyński - drums, conga, still drum, percussions

    Additional musicians:
    Tina - voice
    Agnieszka Deska - voice
    Ewa Gunia - voice, violin
    Kalif 'Cegła' Sitar - voice, acoustic guitar
    Mark Hoogslag - irish low whistle
    Tomek Kubica - french horn
    Falko - accordion


    i look at the future like a butterfly before winter
    the time passes in incessant transiency
    tied to here and now like a child I feel time
    every moment of which is very alive
    ecstatic amazement ecstatic intuition
    ecstatic motion piece of energy dance
    matrix of memory mind and feelings
    gains full independence from form
    i can clearly see I can hear
    smell tastes in the sensation of real touch
    wings beat the air already beyond control
    i am a whole and a sequence
    do you expect that you’ll start to fly
    when you safely sit in the nest of your beliefs
    it’s not flying it’s just wing fluttering
    the vision is dispersed before you can decipher it 
    it’s a vision of independence of existence, thought and self-determination
    connecting yourself to the voice of intuition flowing from mind and body
    tuning yourself to its message related to the world
    and falling apart from the tyranny of structures
    imposed models of behaviour
    it’s the awareness of full freedom
    vision disrupts power, power wants to control the vision
    creates social ministry
    ministry of defence against the vision
    the cycle is repeated, structure against process
    severe punishment for people who want to change their awareness
    if a few people accept a law
    according to which life is great as they think
    let them live this way I won’t interfere
    so let them not interfere with me
    not according to their idiotic law but the way I want
    psychedelic food is the vitamins for cerebral cortex
    no fucking statute will not forbid me to change my awareness


    you live according to others’ laws and rules
    unaware most of what
    you’re most strongly convinced of 
    you live in an enchanted circle
    of production and consumption
    other people’s ideas what you should do
    are for you like brain transplants
    the religion of the product recommends
    the commandments of fashion directives
    in life-proof houses
    tv sells dreams
    hypnotic tv implants participation
    in the world of money promise and powerlessness
    tv – dealers of dreams, tv – consortium of idols
    their aim is to incite a shiver of emotion, excitement and void
    radio, the press, tv you sit comfortably in your armchair
    specific perspective armchair screen the world
    product identity of clothing subcultures
    passive absorption of ready-made dreams
    members of the servant class directed from outside
    tyranny of the clock and the assembly line
    maniac liturgy of the commodity
    functional elements of social machinery


    intravenous shots
    sublingual visions to be licked
    head in the clouds and hallucinogens
    and the body is stuck
    in the system’s wheelchair
    drugs for people
    but not people for drugs


    for most of the day for dozens of years
    for most of life compulsory work addictive production
    your society invented it 
    your culture invented it to make you
    more productive to control you
    a cog in the system living organism
    controlled and steered element
    fit in the way paved by the species
    in the norm expected and required from him
    in the stereotype of thought in pseudo philosophy
    mechanic existence unawareness of death
    people call it living
    take you place in the row the place of a robot
    just like your parents servile and efficient
    well-adapted member of social game
    a spare part in the machine people call it living
    why the fuck are you staring at the tv?


    drink clean water drink water drink
    walk on the ground
    take a deep breath take a huge breath
    walk on the ground
    stare at the fire
    till tears and blurry look
    till tears and fire cleansing
    oxygen water fire oxygen water fire
    you’re born alone you die alone
    you should choose what you need on your own
    oxygen water fire oxygen water fire
    you’re born alone you die alone
    after all you have to know what you need on your own


    war is sheer lunacy in a beautiful morning thousands of people
    stand in dug up holes in the ground – what for?
    imagination materialises the moment
    one hundred thousand killed imagine that
    imagine that they stand here opposite each other in rows
    one hundred thousand candles blown with one breath
    one hundred thousand minds
    memories... loves... sensations... worlds... universes...
    it doesn’t make me sick or terrified
    and the belief
    that there’s no justification for this hell
    bombs do not kill people it’s people who kill people
    when the war comes with its horror and cemeteries
    then you’ll realise that you could’ve done something
    then you’ll realise...
    famine, plague, slaughter their blood waves inside me
    i don’t speak to anyone nobody speaks to me


    still there are no people people are sleeping
    the whisper of the wind
    listen more carefully to the green grass
    mowed it withers fast
    and only until evening the tree has its shadow
    man withers like the grass
    man so briefly can look at his shadow
    don’t wait any longer, get up, get up and go
    freedom is coming, freedom is coming
    it comes by every day every day
    don’t wait any more, get up, get up and go
    man withers like the grass
    man so briefly can look at his shadow,
    new day, shadow, sunrise, new day
    shadow, shadow, night, starry night
    through its artery runs the pulse of the whisper
    unknown to anybody
    you’ll leave your shells
    and listen out
    but the voice will remain foreign for you
    so you’ll listen and go away
    maybe others will succeed it takes all sorts
    they’re sleeping... sleeping...


    thanks to the power of harmony
    and the power of joy
    we permeate the life of universe
    and peace is manifested is manifested
    people of nature free and easy ordinary people
    unity of mankind unity of everything that lives
    unity of life unity ‘cause everything has equal importance
    unity of mankind with differences preserved
    unity of mankind unity of everything that lives
    people of nature free and easy ordinary people
    smear yourself with the mud lie naked in the sun
    dance in the fiery circle to the rhythm of drums till dawn
    contact yourself your own sensations and feelings
    discover the lost imagination of cosmos
    find a plane for consonance with the world
    your liberation must be the creation of your mind


    nobody pays attention
    to this dance
    not only bodies now
    first of all thoughts
    dance of body
    dance of thoughts


    philosophy of old age
    is not fashionable
    of expansive civilisation
    prefer dynamics
    dynamics of young climbing plants
    the youth of societies creates
    civilisation of boxers
    three rounds for amateurs
    fifteen for professionals
    faster harder more efficient
    i have no time to hurry
    and you are just like every machine
    if you are one
    faster harder more efficient


    body turns into ashes
    body for Earth I carry
    mind I’ve given to the sun
    soul is being purified in the moonlight
    body mind soul are being purified


    in pursuit of happiness
    there’s no time for happiness
    in pursuit of happiness
    you can barely take a quick breath
    the same breath and turn on your heel
    for fear of being late
    this game this game you and I play
    wrecked by the ravages of time every day every day
    tell me how you cope with it 
    maybe it will be better together
    ‘cause look
    this game this game you and I play
    in this game man like a moth flies into the fire and burns
    time time is blood which matures inside us
    oh blood dries up in our veins
    and what we do is only an attempt to rescue
    an attempt to survive
    such a plan for now a plan of survival
    this game this game such a fast game
    in this game man like a moth flies into the fire and burns
    in pursuit of happiness burns
    happiness happiness who ever has it 
    having it knows that he’s never gonna lose it 
    happiness so where is this true happiness
    and it’ll be better together ‘cause look
    this game this game such a fast game
    in this game man like a moth flies into the fire and burns
    burns time burns burns time
    time is blood which matures inside us
    there’s little time there’s timmmeee...


    in a disposable rubber net
    phallus is sweating, doesn’t want to have kids
    the worn out rubber is thrown into garbage
    or into the river... or into the river...
    now is the time of such disposable packages
    food in foil bags
    safety of disposable syringes
    look... bread... bread and money
    throw in also human desires
    a little of our over-blown ego
    and you’ve got an explosive mixture
    think about what you want to do think...
    it doesn’t hurt
    why later kick yourself
    if you can easily choose your way
    don’t walk this way, the wide-open way don’t walk this way
    everybody else walks, don’t walk this way, the wide-open way
    look how they all ended up

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