Stuart Davis - Easter video free download

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Duration: 03:37

Uploaded: 2011/07/06

Track 04 from the album ¿What (2006). Lyrics Below. The whole album is available for listening and purchase at http://stuartdavis.com/album/%C2%BFwhat

In the midst of perfection

this princess starts bitching

In the arms of Elijah

this infant keeps twitching

this master that's teaching

is a pupil repeating

this boxer loves headlines

but he couldn't take a punch line

Somebody slap me

I can't stop laughing

Suicide is back in fashion

All ascenders

end up sinking

makes Love wonder

what fear's thinking

Two crows sit at your window

keeping a vigil over your widow

Two coins drop in a casket

over your sockets (bury that bastard)

Two-thirds ready for Easter

thinking you're Jesus proving your Ceasar

ready for Easter

Right posture, right poses

too bad what's under the robes is

Still cross-eyed in the witness

and searching for suchness

Back home, God's diamond

puts a diaper on the daughter

of a Mystical martyr

who triggered a seizure

making believe that

his body's a disease

He's wishing for a World

where his vapor could thrive

giving up his life (as if he were alive)

He would have his wings

if feathers came from crutches

or that cushion he clutches

Somebody slap me

I can't stop laughing

suicide is back in fashion

all ascenders

end up sinking

makes Love wonder

what fear's thinking

Two crows sit at the window

keeping a vigil over your widow

Two coins drop in a casket

over your sockets bury that bastard

Two-thirds ready for Easter

thinking you're Jesus proving your Ceasar

ready for Easter

In the eye of a white tornado

in the pit of a black volcano

In the palm of a human hand

there's a grain of this quick-sand

[woman's voice]

I'm just a girl with the planet inside of me

I'm the Daughter of Man but the Men have been fighting me

I bathed my brother and my brother ignited me

Divinity's twins till some devil divided the

Goddess from the Hominid's oddysey

I am I am what I am

I am an antidote to New Age philosophy

I am epicac to this mythic caprophogy

(Refrain)

Comments

10 years ago

Arthur Gillard

A brilliant song about SPIRITUAL BYPASSING / PATHOLOGICAL ASCENSION.Stuart Davis describes where he's coming from with this most awesome of songs:word of the day: *Renunciation* / The action of renouncing the World, the flesh. Healthy: Freedom from deluded attachment to manifestation and form, popular with Saints and Bodhisattvas, and fully human beings. Pathological: Disassociative aversion to the World, manifestation, the body, etc, resulting in an inability to work freely within it and celebrate it as the radiance of Spirit. Popular with hypocritcal traitors to all sentient beings.worked on 'Easter' last night with the band, new song about pathological hyper-agentic ascension. this is the (mostly male) spiritual syndrome where practitioners have an aversion to the World, bodies, humans, relationships, mundane commitments, and the day to day embodiment of love as expressed through really showing up PRESENT on the planet, in-form. i write about it because i've suffered from it all my life. it's a problem with some men in Zen, but it's probably equally so in any of the esoteric traditions. expanding the radious of "I" is a good thing. wanting to hide in the ether to escape life as a human is a bad thing. simple bypass, simple dissociation. but spiritual practioners can be such advanced bull-shitters, we wield an incredibly elaborate language for rationalizing this adolescence, there's this incredibly sophisticated justification for it where we not only manage to deny we're ill, but we inflate it, saying people just don't get how INCREDIBLE and singular our realization is. but when it comes down to it, we're just being lazy, selfish fuckers who wanna bail out on humanity and Earth. it's not exotic, it's not unique. see ya' next time around, Karma kids! Earth loves a flunkie.lyrics to Easter:EasterIn the midst of the perfectionthis princess starts bitchingIn the arms of Elijahthis infant keeps twitchin'This master that's teachingis a pupil repeatingThis boxer loves headlinesbut he couldn't take a punch lineSomeone slap meI can't stop laughingsuicide is back in fashionBut all ascendersend up sinkingit makes love wonderwhat fear is thinkingwhileTwo crowssit at the windowkeeping a vigilover your widowAnd two coinsdrop in a casketover your sockets(bury that bastard)You're two-thirdsready for Easterthinking you're Jesusproving you're CaesarEastertwo-thirdsready for EasterRight posture, right posesToo bad what's under the robes isstill cross-eyed in the witnessand searching for suchnessBack home God's diamondputs a diaper on the daughter ofa mystical martyrwho triggered a seizurefrom making believe thathis body's a diseaseHe's wishingfor a World wherehis vapor would thriveand giving up his life(as if he were alive)He would have his wingsif feathers came from crutchesor that cushion he clutchesSomeone slap meI can't stop laughingsuicide is back in fashionBut all ascendersend up sinkingit makes love wonderwhat fear is thinkingwhileTwo crowssit at the windowkeeping a vigilover your widowAnd two coinsdrop in a casketover your sockets(bury that bastard)You're two-thirdsready for Easterthinking you're Jesusproving you're CaesarEastertwo-thirdsready for EasterIn the eye of a white tornadoin the pit of a black volcanoin the palm of a human handthere's a grain of this quick sandSomeone slap meI can't stop laughingsuicide is back in fashionBut all ascendersend up sinkingmakes love wonderwhat the fuck we're thinkingTwo crowssit at the windowkeeping a vigilover your widowAnd two coinsdrop in a casketover your sockets(bury that bastard)You're two-thirdsready for Easterthinking you're Jesusproving you're CaesarEastertwo-thirdsready for Easter

12 years ago