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and Walked Further Than the Moon, Ain't We? feat. Mud, Chilly Ride, French Nate, Duncsofelay, i, and Woodgrain Sentinel (Prod. the Lightning Rod Salesman)

from the Seven Deadly Sins and Other Short Stories by the Ubiquitous Love Tribe

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(Mud)

ayy it's a phantom in the moonlight
dancing, tandem, lamp lit shadows
lampin when you see him campin seeping in the shallows
dampen fire of the peeps who's peeping holes is narrow
live the moment like you gonna see the gallows
maybe feel the sweetness of the arrow,
play these feats between the meat and marrow
okay okay okay I am the player,
you'll later see the need to say your prayers but impair for moments present most ascension

(Chilly Ride)

and every time i look up to see a bird i see a plane
its kind of interesting
the look the same they both got wi(A)ngs
(vera)
hello mr humingbird
i saved ya breatherin one time
keep a look out for them
soft hands
i keep a look out
so that
they can
carress when
the time has come
to a fork in the road
dome would be nice
simpatico
with plaster
and young plaxico burris
red cheeks cuz she emburressed
you best a reimburse me before i need to nurse yes
hurse thee
its raining
she’s cuming
I’m moaning
she’s lovely

(French Nate)

La larme du samurai
Coupant en 2 le vent
A moitié recouvert d'ecailles
Refletant le soleil levant

(The teardrop of the samurai,
cuts the wind in two.
Half-covered in scales,
reflecting the sun.)

La caisse c'est l'age de pierre
je voyage dans le temps
En avant en arriere
A coup de tické zner
Je suis plutot brillant

(The car is from the stone age.
I travel in time;
Forward and backward.
A hit of tické zner.
I am quite brilliant.)

Je vois a travers les gens
l'univers et Le temps.
La lave dans les cimetieres
Remplie de sous clignant

(I see through people,
the universe, and time.
Lava in the cemeteries.
Full of voodoo spirits.)

Papa legba
J'ai fait un pacte avec toi
Je te dois une ame pure
Immortalité tu me dois
Je n'ai pas d'armure
Contre l'amour que tu me renvois

(Papa Legba:
I made a pact with you,
I owe you a pure soul.
Immortality, you owe me.
I have no armor
against the love you send me)

(Duncsofelay)

Now who they be?
Those folks shoutin' "whodayhee"
"What it be?"
Now who they be?
Mobbing with no shoes on feet
Now who they be?
Chilling on the knolls with birds and bees
Sincerely
Spreading love to all they see
Ubiquity
It's those those blessings penetrating all of we
Love
It's that feeling la la la la la la ouïe
Tribe
Cause together we're more potent
Opening hearts
Is the feeling we're evoking
So fertile
Incubated
Free range
We're yoking
Majestic plants like thyme
Free souls
Yes we're toking

(Chorus)

And it makes me wanna
John sings (ooooooh aaaah oooh)
Now who is this?
Ubiquitous

(Woodgrain Sentinel)

reality a centerfold and empty gaze upon your television static
place ya hand upon the oaken table, fables pentagrammic
groaning like the broken gable but I'm meant for magic
cracking like the hearts of glaciers in the heat of winter what the fuck is that
fuck the cops from the buckets what we clap
wrap the blunt in hash then placed the pack upon the dash and caught it the air while reefin when it fell back down
silly tale but still i tell the sound around the globe and watch it catch the pace of other dramatized vignettes
get under cover from the fires we set

(Duncsofelay)

Chiefing reefing
Respect your temple
Let your works reflect
Realize your king
Learned that from thy breddren Moolekee
But really
What happened to the chiefs?
The tribes
That roamed around this country 'tis of thee
Same shit that's happening to our coral reefs
Degradation
Immoral fleets of unconscious beings
Wadada ding
Here again come the light beings
Raaaaah
Coming with the lightening
Striking
To manifest social justice
So I conclude
Fuck Christopher Columbus

(Woodgrain Sentinel)

Fuck Christopher Columbus...
and play ya face cards, ill stay with the joker
layin in sofas under sepia light
famed interloper you aint seen him in scenes
unless they chiefing steady like this was a fifties flick
really lit, villainous, inquisitive with spit from tip of tongue of silly kid
ight now listen quick
i play the perp you could play the witnesses
see it in my eyes its aint a scrimmage kid
read it tween the lines of the litmus print,
time for the bitching shit to finish so quit it
emitted riddle from throat of gravel, quote the tone of the holy gavel,
nothing grown at least the seeds is sown if land is fallow, kick it hallowed hold me back doe!
cold like krakow and gotchyou fiending leaning in for more when sentence mumbled,
sent from jungle, mention rubbles of the towers crumble plus the rumble from ground atop of which he stumble

(Chorus)

(Ride out)

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from the Seven Deadly Sins and Other Short Stories, released February 14, 2014

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