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Track List – Volume I

1 – You’re Going to Lose That Girl (2:26)
2 – The Marriage of Nigaro (3:28)
3 – Giraffe (4:38)
4 – Zugebrian Blues (2:44)
5 – Les Paul Man (Love Is Love) (3:32)
6 – I’m Not Angry (I’m Just Mean) (4:10)
7 – They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson (3:16)
8 – Never Trust A Man Like Me (2:59)
9 – Mr. Casanova (3:43)
10 – Apologize To Her (3:48)
11 – I Wanna Breathe (3:48)
12 – Snowglobia (3:15)

Track List – Volume II

1 – Andiamo Tutti A Casa (0:48)
2 – The Birds Are Singing (3:10)
3 – If I Fell (4:16)
4 – Siamo Qui (3:13)
5 – Jamaica Blue (4:01)
6 – We Can All Go Home (3:31)
7 – I’ll Be Back (4:07)
8 – Paradise Postponed Prelude (4:09)

ALL SONGS ARE IN MP3 FORMAT – All rights reserved.
All songs are mastered.
All songs written, arranged, produced and performed by Sananda Maitreya*

*Except Where Specifically Indicated.

Single Tracks

Intro

This CD Does Not Exist & You Were Never Here!
THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS
Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by Sananda Maitreya*

All Songs Recorded & Engineered by Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri*
All Songs Mixed by Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri & Sananda Maitreya*
All Songs Recorded at TreeHouse Publishing Studio in Milano Italia
For TreeHouse Publishing & Your Psycho-Acoustic Pleasure!
(And if we haven’t Managed to Please, we Hope that we at least
Annoyed You Temporarily Somewhat. A slight inconvenience perhaps).

*(Except Where Specifically Indicated).
YOU CANNOT RUN AWAY FROM THE ZUGEBRIAN OCCUPATION,
YOU CAN ONLY RUN INTO IT.

AND THE RABBIT HOLE IS ALWAYS DEEPER
For The Rabbit Than It Is For The HOLE.

The Zugebrian Time Lords were VISIBLE yet INVISIBLE.
See Them at your Own Risk, yet Ignore Them At Your Peril.
They Are Everywhere YOU Are & If Not, They Are Coming.
EYE FLOATERS were created by them using FRACTAL SCIENCE
As a means of ‘Distractive Hypnosis’ and Mind Programming. It sets up a base of
Operations in the brain. For the Zugebrians, A Wormhole is a Foxhole
Is a Loophole. They also utilize through time travel technology the manipulation
Of space known as MISSING TIME EPISODES.
‘Déjà vu’ is an example of a
Missing Time Episode.
Déjà vu is an example of a
Missing Time Episode.
Created SNOWGLOBIA as a Galactic Entrapment Exercise & To Punish & Quell All Dissent.
Snowglobia encased a whole local galaxy into a small snow globe.
Snowglobia was eventually freed by the Shemalians, allies of the Zooathalon.
The ZTL can control & command the emotions through ‘EPV’s’, Electronic Pitch Variations
Sent through any digital or microchip apparatus. Everyone is ‘chipped’ or exterminated, if not ‘Reengineered’.
YOU ARE GIVEN YOUR IDENTITY. Rebels Are Swiftly Denounced & then Exterminated.
But if spared, are given a nasty case of the ZUGEBRIAN BLUES through implanted
‘PLASMA RESONANCE DEVICES’.
The Use Of Irony Is Forbidden In All Zugebrian Zones.
The Use Of Humor Is Heavily Taxed.
Only State Mandated Predetermined Thought May Be Discussed,
All ‘Personal Opinions’ Subject To ‘Reengineering’.
ALL MUSIC IS STRICTLY STATE REGULATED & LICENSED
And Very Few Licenses Are Given!

Their motto is: ‘You Either Get The Gist
Or You Get The Fist
Either Way, You Are On Our List’.

They are in alliance with:
*The Alarmist Brotherhood
*The Confusionistas
*I Biaccesi (The Bitches)
*The Mutual Suspicion Alliance

& The Sworn Enemies of
*The Shemalians,
Who are Close & Trusted associates of
THE ZOOATHALON, the only thing that stands between LIFE
& The Zugebrian Way.

IN EVERY PERSON’S LIFE THERE COMES A TIME
IF they can take it back from the ZUGEBRIAN Time Lords!

OCCUPATION IS THEIR MAIN OCCUPATION!
(After All, These Were The People who Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson
Thereby Disconnecting the Central Matrix Reference Point from the Nexus of World history).

*Due to severe legal restrictions, the rest cannot be described.
Again we are obliged to state that this is all ‘Creative Speculation’
& bears only a slim passing resemblance to any known or promoted reality
as defined within the confines of the Zugebrian Time Lords Digital Communications Policy
‘ZTL-DCP-0014’.
Interview With the Empire- PROMETHEUS SPEAKS!
(Excerpts from a Paradise Postponed).

VERY IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER- Please Read before Proceeding!
Due to the extremely contentious nature of the ZUGEBRIANS and their ongoing engagement with
THE ZOOATHALON we are obliged to announce
That YOU ARE NOT READING THIS BECAUSE THIS DOES NOT EXIST. We repeat, WHAT YOU ARE READING DOES NOT EXIST!
AND YOU ARE NOT HERE, BECAUSE HERE IS NOWHERE Which Is Not A Legal Residence.
This transmission is technically for all intents and purposes a ‘NON ITEM’ which we are obliged to state is strictly PROPERTY OF THE ZUGEBRIAN
TIME LORDS. Claim otherwise at your own peril!!!
Now, thank you for your time, we hope that you enjoy! And thank you for NOT being in possession of
What you are reading!

This has been heavily Edited & Reviewed by W.MARMOSET YARN on behalf of the Zugebrian Time Lords & Zugebrian Time Lords Digital Communications Policy- 0014. (ZTL-DCP-0014).
PROMETHEUS SPEAKS!
Interviewed by W.Marmoset Yarn.
Assisted by Lord Godfrey Helpus.

WMY: For the uninitiated, would you care to tell us who you are?

Prometheus: Sure, although one could just Google ‘Prometheus’, and my WIKI
Page is quite thick, although they always show me as a Greek. I am a multi-dimensional
shape shifting
Lizard in essence and can transform into whatever colors the job requires. I take the
Appearance of a man because it serves well the task at hand and pleases me. I was
Banished from Heaven for trying to take over my father’s affairs when he was ailing
And being taken advantage of by the other restless power hungry Gods, who wanted
More than they had by rights earned. To keep the political peace, I was asked to leave.
I am he who built a moon for man to take him out of almost perpetual darkness.
I also built the SPHINX and other monuments to tie the gravity of the earth, to
The moon and the requisite stars.

Before my intervention, the poles of the earth lie East & West, tilting away from the sun, which kept most inhabitants
Immersed in a world without light. Cold, Wintry, Bitter, Harsh, Cruel, Turbulent & Mean.
A breeding ground for desperados, a sullen gloomy purgatory, a nest for naysayers & shallow graves.
HADES WOULD HAVE BEEN AT HOME HERE.

With the help of my son Atlas, I shifted the poles of the planet giving it a North/South
Orientation & Tilting the Balance to Favor More Daylight. Before me, a Few Lived in a Protected Paradise Populated sparsely by Those Whom the Gods favored,
A Purloined Pampered world of Privilege whose Price cost many a Polished pearl.
But most suffered a world with
Very Dense & Unyielding Gravity, Breathing Heavy Was the Only option.
By the Grace I inherited from my Divine father, I was able to
Provide a Spin to the Earth favorable to its Stability.

This also pissed off a lot of Gods who preferred things as they’d been before.
They might have thought about that before asking me to leave Olympus.
What did they think I was going to do, pick my nose?

Though the Toughest Part of Shifting the Planet was Having to Hunt Down all of the Dinosaurs who were Terrorizing the People.
A Few Were Allowed to Remain, Vowing to Change their Ways. We Created the Dinosaurs
Who unfortunately grew too fast and whose cunning was almost equal to our own. In the end, they threatened our More Recent Investment, Humans, & Had to be Downsized. They were like the
ZUGEBRIANS NOW, Too Mean, Too Detached, Too Smart & worst of all, Too Much Like US, but MUCH bigger. They were jealous of humans and of our interest in them as something more than a brontosaurus’ breakfast. It took a while to clear most of them, but
We finally got it down to a manageable size. Many were slain, others were shipped off planet. Some are on Saturn, some on Mars. Some Were Given Titles to Shut Them up.
A few were given space in our seas & mountains & we shrunk many of the rest to keep them underfoot. I should have known that by killing them, I was merely ‘displacing’ them and that time might risk bringing them back in another format.

That format may very well be THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS.

WMY: May I ask you about the Zugebrian Time Lords?
Who are they?

Prometheus: They are a brutal and hostile occupying force, visible yet invisible
Who prey on the mind using their technology & sciences, as well as their BLACK LIGHT dark forces manipulation training to eradicate all opposition to their dominance. They do not have much time for questions, which they believe corrupt the mind. They encourage a bipolar society as a way to ease the colonization process. They first split the mind, which then moves outwards into the society they are dominating layer by layer, & then binds and mummifies them. They come in through holes in time that they create. As suits them CONFUSION IS A 4 LETTER WORD!

History Is A Constantly Evolving Debate.
As you yourself Marmoset & Lord Helpus
Would Both Know Well,
THE PAST IS A VERY NASTY BUSINESS.
And Who Controls your Past, Controls your Present Reality.

REALITY FEEDS ON ATTENTION.
And who has your attention, has the energy you give them to control it.
Your Future Is A Fantasy Until You Commit To It.

There were things that fell from PANDORA’S Box, her hallowed cube, which beguiled the world I created, but there were some things from which the world has yet to recover. While The ZOOATHALON may be a Paradise of Paradigms, Potential & Power, The Zugebrian Occupation is a Floating Feasting Dragon devouring all in its Wide & Hungry wake.

Engaging it keeps me on my toes to such an extent that by chance I created yoga. It Has Stained The Story Of My Youth & it Keeps Blessed Pandora flush with Tears & Regrets.
There are Lakes created from her Sorrows & Rivers to Rinse her Long Soft Hair.
I created the SPHINX to honor her
So naturally, She Hates Me.

WMY: What instruments do the ZTL utilize in the interest of their infiltration?

Prometheus: Both the Zooathalon & the Zugebrian Time Lords use ‘Scarabeos ’, which are time bending & transporting devices designed to sustain and repair their lives through all eventualities, save those that fate decrees ends according to its own hands. All ‘Accidents’ Are Numerical Certainties. The Scarabeo devices are highly advanced and utilize a form of
‘Neutralized Black Hole Vortex’ energy matter that transforms into many specialized expressions directed by the mind in conjunction with the machines, composed entirely of organic matter. The vessel is the computer is the sympathetic nervous system of the occupant and their sense mechanisms merge into the other as one operating vehicle, a marriage of Nerves, Wiring & Energy Field Magnetics as taught by the ancient Egyptian Scarab Teachings & Preserved by the Zooathalon. My Own Blood,
My Own Plasma contributed to this science, of which I am rightfully pleased.

AT THEIR HIGHEST LEVEL, PILOT & SHIP BECOME ONE.
Moving In & Out of Time & In & out of Vision.
These ships can become as large as motherships, some disguised as planets, or as small as microchips
Or EYE FLOATERS, which in fact the Zugebrians invented for infiltration of the mind through the perversion of Fractal Science.
They use an organic waste propulsion technology which allows the dead blood cells of the eyes to be used as masking agents & physical anchors for their microscopic transport ships, which are then used, once in the mind, as control stations from which programming and suggestive hypnosis are directed. It is an application of the Laws of Synchronicity that unfortunately, they got from me.

“I have been in the past too generous with my wages & not strict enough with my sages who break in my wild horses written from the pen of my Palomino pages. Now As Well As Then, Fantasy Fills the Movie Screens, Life Comes In Stages. They benefit most whose hearts are most courageous among men & my lovers who hide their ages.”

WMY: What are the Objectives of the Occupation?

Prometheus: THE POINT OF ANY OCCUPATION IS TO KEEP YOU OCCUPIED.
IMAGINATION IS LIFE’S SEED so As always, wherever they go, They Aim to Destroy Life. After which, selling their agenda is easy.
First destroy life, then encourage belief in separation which invites intervention. REASON TRAVELS, so RIDICULE IT.
Infiltrate & divide everything, without prejudice and confuse all. Place a question mark on everything, which weakens conviction.
To encourage a belief in God ONLY as a COLLECTIVE and not a PERSONAL experience.
To encourage the limits that police themselves. To encourage rage & finger pointing, which builds prisons of opinion
That suffocate creative vision & initiative.
To teach not WE ARE ALL ONE but that WE ARE ALL ONE BIG HEADACHE.
Most Importantly: TO OBSCURE THE OBVIOUS. Suppress & Withhold the peoples knowledge of themselves, substituted by a rewriting of their history, which contains them and makes them feel inferior to those who are lording their knowledge away from them & which serves to make them resentful of their own lives.

Then again, had Pandora & I been closer, none of this would have happened.

WMY: Do you care to articulate kind sir?

Prometheus: Not really, it is a matter for another time perhaps*. Though I will say that both the
‘Snowglobia’ episode as well as the Zugebrian breach of the Time Line to remove ROBERT JOHNSON could have been impossible were it not for certain breaches of security which took incident while I
& Pandora were going through a breach in our own affairs.

WMY: What was the Significance of having Gone Back in Time & Killing Robert Johnson?

Prometheus: ROBERT JOHNSON IS CENTRALLY POSITIONED AT THE CROSSROADS OF A NEXUS IN THE FLEX & STRESS POINTS OF TIME AS IT UNFOLDED FROM THE MATRIX OF INFINITE POSSIBILITY.

THROUGH VARIOUS BLOODLINE ARCS, HE IS A CONNECTIVE THREAD FROM PAST,
PRESENT & FUTURE. HE WAS A TIME GATE. ERASE HIM, ERASE AND CONTROL THE MEMORY OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION. HE WAS THE ‘MID-POINT’, THE MIDDLE MAN,
THE ‘CRUX’ THE CRUCIFIX, the Bull’s-eye. A LOCUS ON WHOM THEY PUT THE FOCUS OF THEIR HOCUS POCUS.

And Yes, his bloodlines can be traced all the way back to ancient Jerusalem to the original Israelites. There were both Emperors & Gypsies in his veins. Removing Johnson from the time line removed also others such as Shakespeare, Leonardo, Genghis Khan & even his great descendent Chaka. No Sinatra,
No Miles, No Beatles, No Stones (neither Mick & Keith nor Fred & Barney), Nor Hendrix or Brian Jones. No Ike & Tina, No IKEA either. A BLACK HOLE EXISTS WHERE HE ONCE WAS & Its Shadow Now Rules Our Destiny.
He connects all the way from Adam & Eve to the One Who Is Still To Come.

In the arc and curve of time there are ‘bends’, fractal stress points where evolution is
Birthed and guided to its next logical space. These stress points act also as ‘TIME GATES’ and if they can be manipulated, then time & history can be restructured according to the way the time gate is reprogrammed and accessed. The Time Lords understood by examining Western ‘Hemispherics’, which is the Study of Location Dynamics as it Effects Atmospheric Probability Tables, that ROBERT JOHNSON
Represented a NEXUS FLEX POINT, which if removed from its original space, would negatively effect by subtraction all that came before and after. Such was the central importance of the life of Robert Johnson. The ZTL knew by their perversion of fractal science that Robert Johnson represented the ‘LOCUS’ of the society they wished to dominate and subdue. They understood fully well the deeper implications of Robert having gone down to the CROSSROADS where his soul was given power. A power he shared with his world until it was negated by the Zugebrian occupation and his story erased and replaced by one that spoke nothing of the conspiracy behind his demise.

In fact, one of the fundamental reasons that SNOWGLOBIA was trapped inside such a tiny galaxy was their knowledge of having been descendents of the great master Robert and his excursions into the moist starved lap of the world that opened its limbs to him. For this knowledge they were viciously suppressed & trapped inside a Snow Globe, where they could be shaken up often enough to keep them destabilized.

WMY:Who are THE SHEMALIANS?

Prometheus: The Shemalians are a tribe of ancient cosmic lineage, which were one of the better things to have arisen from Pandora’s womb of endless possibility. They are long associates of THE ZOOATHALON and are a beautiful tribe of hermaphroditic beings who reproduce within themselves containing both male and female energies in equal unfettered measure & have evolved into master healers and mediators. They are capable of speaking many languages yet mainly communicate telepathically for simplicities sake. They are very perceptive at both sending and receiving thought waves and have perfected time travel without instrumentation. They have long done battle with the ZUGEBRIAN CONFUSIONISTA’S, a menacing set of Mind Programmers & Brainwashers, who ‘rebalance mental processes’. Because of their unique makeup and abilities, the Shemalians are difficult to separate and colonize. Therefore the Zugebrians waste no time in ostracizing them from the public and circulating propaganda against them. It was through the Shemalians that we were able to gain the freedom of our citizens trapped within the Zugebrian Time Lord’s artificial time line.

Then again, all timelines are arbitrary. Some are even fickle. It gives the SPACE PROGRAM a lot to keep their eye on, I can promise.

WMY: In your own cosmology, would you consider yourself more of An ANGEL Or A VAMPIRE?

Prometheus: If You Get In My Way, It Doesn’t Really Matter.

And that is Straight from the Horse’s Plate.
A Punch in the Face feels About the Same from Either the Left or the Right Hand & the Bruise Just as Deep, the Humiliation Just as Viral. Let’s just say that without my intervention on their behalf, humans would be nothing more than arbitrary playthings of the Gods & their capricious unregulated whims. And it was primarily for this reason that I was banished from the Heavens & question marks placed next to my grievances. It has been said of me (and I paraphrase at best) that I was

“Suspended from Heaven &
Banished from Hell because both God
& The Devil Knew Him Well.”

Which one I am depends on which side of me you face. I can be Heaven or Death because I have Inherited the Seeds of Both.
After All, WHOM THE GODS WISH TO PUNISH, They Make Immortal.

And perhaps more importantly, THE PHOENIX ISN’T JUDGED BY WHAT
IT DOES WITH ITS WINGS, But On What It Does with its Ashes.
When you have come through the Fires that I have,
Then you can Call Yourself What You Want.

What Shape I Take Depends on what Shape You Need Me to Take to Get Your Attention.

WMY: If I am not prying too much, has Pandora taken human lives?

Prometheus: Of Course !
If We Create It, We Must Inhabit It Also,
This is a Seminal Law in our Understanding & Training as Responsible Creators.
She Has Had to Live her Horrors like the Rest.
She understands the Zugebrian Blues as well as would any other Goddess I might name,
& I Have Made Love To Many & Given Birth To Quite A Few.

Although Quite Private About Her Business I know that she will not mind me telling you that she was the lady depicted as the MONA LISA.
She is particularly proud of having gotten away with that one. To Know Her Is To Louvre Her, I Suppose.

She was also CLEOPATRA. She & I Both Have A Soft Spot For Queens.

Of necessity when required, she has manifested as All the Colors of the Rainbow to Balance the Flow of Evolution & Guide all Rivers to the Oceans of Reason & beyond.

WMY: Is she the mother of the Zugebrians?

Prometheus: She Forever Bears the Heavy Cross of Having Given Untimely Birth to the
Tribe that Became
THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS & their Subsequent RISE
(& Their Need To Sublimate All Things Glorious & Sublime).
SHE WAS WORTH HER WEIGHT IN GOLD
BEFORE THE SUNSET WAS PAST IT’S PRIME.

& I, like a Drunken Fool, taught them their Evil, Fractal Abstracting ways.
And Curse Dionysus for more than I can pay,
Though the Far Greater Tax are the recurrent delays,
That the accountant either puts Down to Fog
Or Writes Off as Mere Haze,
In which case new houses are built with logs
And Only the Tiles Are Glazed
And if the budget comes in on time
Even the Mrs. Is Amazed.

WMY: Might We Then Presume A Blood Connection between You & the Artist?
Was Pandora His Mother?

Prometheus: He is one of my sons. Pandora was NOT his mother,
Something she never lets me forget. She uses this to monitor & punish him and to get even with me.
His mother was a daughter of Apollo’s muse, CALLIOPE, a goddess of Music, Rhythm & Harmony.
Her name was ARETHA MAFALDA and she was an Immense Source of Comfort to me in my time of
Banishment from the Cornucopia of my Father’s Mansions. Metamorpheus is our son & he was Conceived by way of a Blanket On The Ground as it were, on As Lovely A Day As There Has Ever Been, though he were born in a storm
As Cold as a Widow’s Grave.
Those were the days that were! Although the Curse of YOUTH is that we Spend Most of our Time Apologizing for it, then Most of our Later Years looking for our Youth.
No sooner do you grab it in your hands than it is gone.

His mother descended from a tribe that understood well HEAVY KARMA and were well versed with its particulars. They Were Forever Shadowed by Difficulty & Understood Well A Paradise Postponed.
They were also chief practitioners of practical magic.
None Of My Births Are Accidents.

Robert Johnson is a descendent of mine through the blessed loins of Calliope, despite Apollo’s terse objections. And the ‘Artist’ (as well as the holographic projection of) has a specific genetic code that has crossed paths with myself as well as Robert Johnson. We all share a bastard Scots-Irish slave as a blood connection.
Though this knowledge was previously ‘TOP SECRET’ and held from him by the Space Agency that has supplied his ADVANCED BIOMOLECULAR IMPLANT to monitor has evolution. Needless to say, the Space Program likes to keep an eye on my offspring. I don’t mind, it helps me keep track of those bitches also.

FRACTAL Knowledge Empowers & Emboldens.
It Embraces.
Inciting & Freeing what it doesn’t Freeze!
“It Isn’t Wise To Have 2 Sets Of Eyes On The Same Thing
(Or Prize),
One Might Contradict What
The Other Sees.”
Or Crown Himself As King Before He the Queen Replaces
Or shares with her the nimble graces her attention guarantees.
HE CAN AFFORD TO WEAR LOOSE SHOES WHOM NO ONE CHASES
& All Scary Monsters Once Had Other Dreams.
As All Horses in the Stable When They Sleep Walk through their Races
Quietly by the Stream, in the Moonlight, Where They Plot their Paces
Hoping to Save Face if Fate Comes to Blame
Enabled by the Saddle of Fortune
& The Bridle of Fame.

Let us just say that our Metamorpheus has had to learn to work WITH & not AGAINST his dragons.

All of my sons attract dragons, though not all survive them. I suspect that this is why his price on the Black Market Death Lottery has always been uncomfortably high for my comfort. Then again, either way life is like Chinese Dragons:
Szechuan & Half A Dozen of the Other.

But he is my blood & PLASMA SCREAMS, if it says anything at all.

I have already had to raise him from ‘Nigor Mortis’ as it were. It has been a Rough Ride, but he is a Roughrider, so It All Evens Out in the End.

WMY: Well, as the song says: ‘Here We Are No Matter Where We Are’-SIAMO QUI.

Prometheus: Exactly. Then again, if today is the first day of the rest of your life, as has been written, then why should we be so afraid of ALZHEIMERS? Live it as it comes, after all A HALO CAN BECOME A NOOSE Quite Quickly. I advise my children to avoid them, “Too Much ‘Bling’ brings more Attention than the Thing”. And a “Cross should never Bring More Loss than it Costs”.

OK, I’ve gotta get going now, I promised ATLAS that I’d help him with some Roadwork’s & Remodeling. He Is Thinking of Moving THE SPHINX.
Maybe to Europe, Hopefully Not Belgium.
I Always Thought That It Should Have Been in Jamaica, but I was High at the Time.
Atlas is Quite a Fastidious boy, One of My Proudest Achievements & he Hates It when I Am Late.

His Schedule Reigns Supreme in his Schematic or his Scoliosis gets Sclerotic!

& He Blames Me Still For Him Having Been Circumcised & Losing Most of Atlantis.

He Doesn’t Dig ARCHEOLOGIST’S Too Much either. He Blames Them for His CAVITIES
& Calls Them All A ‘Bunch of Mummies’ Boys’.

He Always Calls a Spade A Spade.
The Sharper the Shovel
The More Shallow the Grave.

Atlas is still angry over having been disqualified from the first Olympics for in the Decathlon Having Used the Actual Earth itself as a Shot-Put, thereby Scaring the Crap out of All the Judges & Flooding The Other Events. Much for the Same Reason We Never Encouraged Him to go Drinking & Bowling, As You Might imagine.

WMY: Lord Prometheus it has been ‘Un Piacere Serene’ to have had this opportunity to record your thoughts.
Godspeed and give your father ZEUS my warmest regards.
‘AD GLORIAM DEI’!

Prometheus: You are more than welcome, Anything For My Players in the Game of Life.
As for Zeus tell him yourself,
Though he doesn’t hear as well as he used to, He Listens, Unless one of the young Gods is Playing A Joke on him and Hiding his Ear Trumpet. We tried to ‘Pitch In’ and get him a Hearing Aid but the Old man Is Old School & Prefers Something He Can Throw at us When He’s Angry.

He Once Heard A Goddess introduce Herself as a THESPIAN and Thought That She Was Just A Lesbian with A Lisp!

I always thought he stood too close to GABRIEL when he was blowing that loud trumpet, but father always loved the sound of a good strong horn.

We all have our Achilles Heel, LOVE IS LOVE.

WMY: And would you like to say more about the ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS fabled MISSING TIME Episodes?

Prometheus: ‘Déjà vu is a missing time episode.
Déjà Vu is a missing time episode.

WMY: Would you repeat that please?
Prometheus: NOW LET ME EXPLAIN AGAIN:
And That Is All there is Do You understand?

WMY: AWESOME!

Prometheus: But I too can provide you with Missing Time Experiences.
I Can Give You An ‘ASTRALECTOMY’, one of my specialties.

WMY: And What Is An ‘Astralectomy’?

Prometheus: An Astralectomy is Where I Hit You So Hard, You See Stars!
It Also Heals Eye Floaters.

WMY: Any Parting Words?

Prometheus: THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS
IS VERY, VERY REAL.

Still, Remember this; THE SHAPE OF YOUR MIND IS THE SHAPE OF YOUR WORLD
& To Live Free Is The Only Solution.
LIVE YOUR TRUTH & All Days Are Revelations.
We Are Connected Rings, The MAN IN THE WHEELCHAIR is handling YOUR business as well.
EVEN WHEN IT IS MOVING SIDEWAYS, TIME MARCHES ON.
The Wages of Synchronicity Always Pay on Time if not on Schedule.
What We Put In Comes Back, the Earth Does Not Spin Away From Us.
There Are No FRACTAL FABLES, What Matters To Your Heart Is Real.
Most Of Our Time Spent Searching, Is Wasted In Looking for what We Already Have.
WHO YOU ARE Is Not As Important As What You Think Of It.
As For Philosophy or Shoes, If It Doesn’t Fit, Then It isn’t Yours.
IF YOU DON’T USE AS MUCH, YOU DON’T NEED AS MUCH.
The GIRAFFE Developed A Long Neck To See Beyond Contradictions.
Speaking of Scarabs: One Man’s Beetle Is Another Man’s Roach,
Though to both the Roach & the Beetle One Man is One Less Idiot Than 2.
ALL SCARY MONSTERS ONCE HAD OTHER DREAMS.
IMMORTALITY IS OVERRATED Unless You Have A Very Short Memory
& A Very Thick Skin.
ONCE UPON A TIME Is ALWAYS Upon A Time.
THE FIRST CUT IS THE DEEPEST But It Is usually The Second Cut that kills you.
If You Do Not Love Yourself, Love Has No Basis In Reality & Cannot Prosper Beyond A Dream.
What we think of Other People Buying Influence Has A LOT To Do with Whether WE Can Buy Influence.
If you Can Afford it, GET IT. INFLUENCE IS EVOLUTION.
IT’S YOURS and You Can Do What You Want with it.
SILENCE IS GOLDEN. Unless Your Nose Is Bleeding, then it is Good to SAY SOMETHING.

& Last But Not Least, if at all possible, always try to stay at least One Half Step Ahead of Your Own EULOGY. If You Can Hear It, It Is Not A Good Thing. Once the choir starts warming up, it is time to go.

Then Again, One Can Always Return To Zooathalon,
THE LAND OF OPEN DOORS
Where You Will Find Your Joy!
*Unless You Are Insisting On Experiencing the Discomfort of MISSING TIME ATTACKS
Or A Formidable Case of the Zugebrian Blues,
This transmission is but a Figurative Aspect of your Tired Stressed & Deluded Imagination. This has been
A ZTL Public Service Announcement! WHAT YOU ARE READING DOES NOT EXIST
& You Were Never Here.
(ZTL-DCP-0014).

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Full Album Lyrics

VOLUME 1

1. YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE THAT GIRL (2:26)

(Lennon-McCartney)

You’re gonna lose that girl, you’re gonna to lose that girl.

If you don’t take her out tonight, she’s gonna change her mind,

And I will take her out tonight, and I will treat her kind.

You’re gonna to lose that girl, you’re gonna lose that girl.

If you don’t treat her right, my friend, you’re gonna find her gone,

Cause I will treat her right, and then you’ll be the lonely one.

You’re gonna lose that girl, you’re gonna lose that girl, you’re gonna lose...

I’ll make a point of taking her away from you, yeah,

The way you treat her what else can I do?

You’re gonna lose that girl, you’re gonna lose that girl, you’re gonna lose...

I’ll make a point of taking her away from you, yeah,

The way you treat her what else can I do?

If you don’t take her out tonight, she’s gonna change her mind,

And I will take her out tonight, and I will treat her kind.

You’re gonna lose that girl, you’re gonna lose that girl, you’re gonna lose that girl.

Drums, Piano, Organ, Synthesizers, Guitars, Bass, Vocals. Sananda

2. BLANKET ON THE GROUND (3:28)

If 1 & 1 is 2

Am I the One for You

Do you know what I Mean?

If 6 & 3 are 9

Will you always be Mine

Even though I’m Green?

But since Spring is in the Air

Relax your Long Soft Hair

I’ll be true

Blanket on the Ground

Heaven’s all around

And I’m Still in Love with You

The Circus came to town

I played the role of Clown

It must be my nose

The laughter in your Smile

Stayed with me awhile

Or so the Story goes

But Every Circus Leaves

Sawdust Memories

They really do

Blanket on the Ground

Heaven’s all around

And I’m Still in Love with You

I Don’t Care What You Fear

I’ll Always Be Here

Near To You!

Even in the Acid Rain

I’ll be your Sugarcane

So Sweet to You

Sitting on the Beach

The Stars are out of reach

So I grab your Hand

Promising You All

Before the Rains fall

Throughout the Land

As you Accept this Ring

To be my Wife I sing

Just for two

Blanket on the Ground

Heaven’s all around

And I’m Still in Love with You

Blanket on the Ground

Heaven’s all around

And I’m Still in Love with You

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals: S.M. Horns: The ‘Undocumented Mexican Hat Players’.

3. THE MARRIAGE OF NIGARO (3:28)

The Wedding was on Friday the 13th

The Biggest Crowd Venice Had Ever Seen!

Desdemona’s Father’s in Pain

‘Cause He Didn’t Raise Her for Othello’s Gain

But She had Faith in her Man

& So It Began

Time is on your side

If you are true

Do you take her hand?

Yes I Do! (5)

Here Comes Guitar John

He’s Bipolar with his Bifocals on

Here Comes the Barber of Seville

In a Cadillac with Genghis Khan

& Too Much Time to Kill

Shakespeare Was There with his Pen

& His Pills

Time is on your side

If you are true

Do you take her hand?

Yes I Do! (5)

Here comes Tarzan & Jane

Bringing Rice from the Boroughs

& Swinging on the Vines that Remain

Apollo’s Muses Were There

& I saw Calliope with Blue Notes

In Her Hair

Lochinvar Was Rocking His Car

With Beethoven at the Piano Bar

Time is on your side

If you are true

Do you take her hand?

Yes I Do! (5)

Drums, Piano, Congas, Maracas, Tambourine, Chimes, Organ, Strings, French Horns,

Fuzz Bass, Bass, Dobro Slide Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

4. GIRAFFE (4:38)

Giraffe

The Kind that really makes me laugh

The Kind that makes me happy

To sit around & sing on your behalf

Your neck is longer than my path

But equal to my distance

And do you fall asleep

& Count your sheep

Or the promises that you keep?

‘Cause it all depends on you!

Giraffe

I’d like to have your Autograph

Please sign it to ‘Sananda’

& Wave your Magic Wand All Over Me

& How Far Can You Really See,

Skyscrapers In The City?

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street

For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

Giraffe

Have you ever felt a draft

When you were in the army

Stuck in traffic with your

Golden Calf?

& Who helps you with

All the Math

When you pay your taxes?

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street

For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street

For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

Drums, Piano, Congas, Bongos, Sleigh Bells, Organ, Bells, Strings, Pan Flutes, Bass, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Dobro Slide Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

5. ZUGEBRIAN BLUES (2:44)

He was a Minstrel, He was a Minister

He was a Wastrel, Just left of a Sinister

Minded Committee, A bit too far Socialist

For Creative Inventory, if you can get my gist.

Him as in Hemorrhoid, Her as in Hurricane

They took our world and wrapped it in Cellophane.

Here we are Trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues,

Stealing our traveling shoes.

‘Difficultarians’ Kissing Barbarians

And Mixing the Minds up of all the Aryans

Why should I Apologize for being a Man,

When all the Fight is in our own Hands?

You’ll have to Beat me and make me Bleed

‘cause I’m not a Snitch and you’ll Die before me.

Here we are Trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues

Wasting our traveling shoes.

Z as in Zeitgeist

U as in Ubiquitous

G as in Graveyard that

Each had to dig for us

B as in ‘Beat down’

R as in ‘All Right’

I as in I saw a Nuclear Oversight

A as in Abattoir, We were the Sacrifice

N as in ‘Enemy’, as Cold as a Block of Ice.

Here we are Trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues,

Taxing our traveling shoes.

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, ‘Thumb Jam’ Synth App,

Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

6. LES PAUL MAN (LOVE IS LOVE) (3:25)

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

I am a Les Paul man

Your Lips are Red

Your Eyes are Green

Your Skin is Everywhere

To Be Seen

And I’m Lochinvar*

In his Rocking Car

Or Genghis Khan*

With his High Heels on

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

I am a Les Paul man

You should be on

The cover of

A magazine that

The ladies love

I’m not a man

Who makes a fuss

About the facts that

Stand in the way of us

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul* man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

I am a Les Paul* man

Girl I can give you

My Guitar

Just a couple of chords

And you’re a Star!

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

(x4)

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Guitars, Slide Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Organ, Vocals: S.M.

7. I'M NOT ANGRY (I'M JUST MEAN) (4:10)

Strange

How All the People Around you

Change

When your Destiny is in

Chains

& Your Gravity is

Outweighed

By All the Pressure it’s Seen

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean (2)

I Came

From A Cloud of Dust

That Hangs

Over the Whispering

Of My Name

& The Blood Running

Through My Veins

& Jumping Out Of My Scream

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean (2)

I Was A Lonely Pilgrim

I Was A Native Son

My Feet Couldn’t Find

Time To Kill Them

So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

Crying

Is A Waste Of

A Good Man’s

Time

So Accusers Can

Stand In Line

Even Wilson Pickett

Could Carry your Sign

It Won’t Matter to me

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean (2)

I Was A Lonely Pilgrim

I Was A Native Son

My Feet Couldn’t Find

Time To Kill Them

So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

I Dig Deep

& What I Fail To Find

I Keep

Beneath A Mountain

Of Memories

Synchronicity

Pays My Wage

& Keeps My Apples Green

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean

I Was A Lonely Pilgrim

I Was A Native Son

My Feet Couldn’t Find

Time To Kill Them

So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

The Grave

Is No Bigger For Those

Who Are Brave

If You Count

All the Love You Save

Light your Candles

& Turn the Page

But Don’t Come Looking For Me

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean (4)

Drums, Bass, Electric Guitars, Dobro Slide Guitar, Banjo, Piano, Organ, Moog Synth,

Strings, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

8. THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON (3:16)

They Went Back In Time

They Went Back

No More Cat & the Fiddle

No More Piggy in the Middle

But a Fable & a Riddle

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And they Blamed it all on Stagger Lee

And put the Burden on his family tree

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And wiped away his history

While the Killers collected their fee

From the Black Market Death Lottery

No More Eggs & Francis Bacon

No More Chances to be taken

And What if they were Faking?

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And they Blamed it all on Stagger Lee

And put the Burden on his family tree

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And they Stole John Henry’s seed

While the Killers collected their fee

From the Black Market Death Lottery

No More Blues or Paul Bunyan

And ol’ Hank Williams’ Engine Running

With both Blazes Gunning

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And Then They changed all the Scenery

And let the Finger Point at Stagger Lee

They Rocked the Pockets when they Killed Robert Johnson

He saw Chuck Berry once in a dream

While the Killers collected their fee

From the Black Market Death Lottery

Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,

Percussion, Organ, Strings, Horns, Vocals: Sananda

9. NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME (2:59)

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

I Once Had A Big Fight

With the One they call Lucifer

It Was a Tug of War; He got Mad at my Light

And didn’t know what I Called him a Loser For

I took his Sheep & Stole his girl

Though I Could Never Quite Get Used to Her

Describe the Madness You See (&)

They call YOU Crazy!

NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Step Back in Time through Stone

They Call You Righteous,

But I Thought You Left Us

Statues & Columns Dance

When you Stroke them from the Ruins

And Give them a Chance

I Am A Tumbleweed

That’s my undoing,

The Dust of John Henry’s Seed

But You’re a Lamb

And I’ll make you bleed

NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Captain America

Had Much Less HYSTERIA (!)

After They Stabilized Him

‘Cause he saw Esau

By the See Saw

With the man in Arkansas

Dressed in Blue again

Captain Courageous’ flaw

Was TOO Contagious

For his Next of Kin

So He Shaved

And he Shed his Skin

NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,

Percussion, Piano, Organ, Vocals: Sananda

10. MR. CASANOVA (3:43)

You Know It’s Over

With Roberta Johansson

Mr. Casanova

Roberta Johansson is

A Relative of Mine from the ‘Biz’

She makes the Camera Glow

That’s why She’s a Face that you know

And That’s Why You Gotta Go

You Know It’s Over

With Roberta Johansson

Mr. Casanova

Take A Hike

Get on your Bike

It’s Over

She Needs A Lover

Not Another

Mr. Casanova

Take the Hint

You’re Meant to Go

You’re Through

She Needs you like

She Needs a Broken Heel

On Her Shoe

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

She Will Carry Your Wine

But she can’t carry your Water

Face to Face in the Rain

Jealousy is what causes pain

And the Red Hat of Hatred

You Know It’s Over

With Roberta Johansson

Mr. Casanova

Take A Hike

Get on your Bike

It’s Over

She Needs A Lover

Not Another

Mr. Casanova

Take the Hint

You’re Meant to Go

You’re Through

She Needs you like

She Needs a Broken Heel

On Her Shoe

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Heartbreak As It Begins

Is the Original Sin

Heaven is in your Heart

So Jump like a kangaroo

And take yourself to a Zoo

You Know It’s Over

With Roberta Johansson

Mr. Casanova

Take A Hike

Get on your Bike

It’s Over

She Needs A Lover

Not Another

Mr. Casanova

Make Sure the Highway

Doesn’t fly Away

When It Gets To You

She Needs you like

She Needs a Broken Heel

On Her Shoe

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Drums, Bass, Percussion, 12 String Acoustics, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,

Flutes, Violas, Glockenspiel, Bells, Vocals: Sananda

11. APOLOGIZE TO HER (3:48)

Apologize to Her

Don’t make another slur

It won’t get better feeling worse

Apologize to Her

And show her that you care

It’s not about who’s Right or Wrong

Apologize and love will lead you on

Live Strong

But don’t forget

The GOLDEN RULE

You know Life

Don’t have to be so cruel

With the Mindset of a Fool

Apologize to Her

Don’t make another slur

It won’t get better feeling worse

Apologize to Her

And love is what occurs

It’s not about who’s Right or Wrong

Apologize and love will lead you on

The Wine from

The Vine comes

Not before it’s time

You’re not an Ass

You’re just a Mule

With the Mindset of a Fool

Apologize to Her

Don’t make another slur

It won’t get better feeling worse

Apologize to Her

Forgive until it hurts

It’s not about who’s Right or Wrong

Apologize and love will lead you on

Don’t throw your

Love Away

Or the Nights

Will make you Pay

You know that life

Can be so cruel

With the Mindset of a Fool

Apologize to Her

Don’t make another slur

It’s not about who’s Right or Wrong

Apologize and love will lead you on

Apologize to Her!

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Percussion, Guitars, Organ, French Horns (Kurzweil Synth), Vocals: S.M.

12. I WANNA BREATHE (3:48)

Assassinate Me With your Quarrels

Annihilate Me with your Morals

I Don’t Really Want your Laurels

I Wanna Breathe

I GARNER that you are Here to Kill Me

If I Were not ‘Black’ you’d Feel Me

So I will Scream until you Hear Me

“I Wanna Breathe”!!!

I WANNA BREATHE

FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH

BECAUSE I TRUST

JUST WHAT I SAID

At Night I Wake Up in my Sleep

Counting Slights instead of Sheep

I Pray that my Soul to Keep

I Wanna Breathe

I’m Not Angry, I’m Just Mean

If Color Lines are all you See

If I’m a Dog, then you’re a Flea *

I Wanna Breathe

I WANNA BREATHE

FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH

BECAUSE I TRUST

JUST WHAT I SAID

The fables of Misfortune favors

HEADLINES that will Sell the Papers

Before My Coffin Closes

Filled with Roses

I Wanna Breathe

I WANNA BREATHE

FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH

BECAUSE I TRUST

JUST WHAT I SAID

I Wanna Breathe!

Drums, Bass, Piano, Organ, Maracas, Sleigh Bells, Finger Cymbals, Dobro Slide Guitar,

12 String Acoustic Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

13. SNOWGLOBIA (3:15)

Snowglobia!

Here We Are Inside Snowglobia

Like a Polar Bear with Snow Phobia.

Get us out of here

Get Us Out Of Here

GET US OUT OF HERE

SNOWGLOBIA!

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Piano, Clavinet, Organ, Keyboard (French Horns), Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

14. PARADISE POSTPONED (4:44)

Paradise Postponed Once Again

The bird of love has flown once again

She was swept away by another broom

It blew up in an Afternoon,

BOOM!

Her shelter was once my shade

Her bottom lip my silk & suede

Her tender moan my serenade

Soon, I’ll have found another one

To sing to when the day is done.

Paradise Postponed Once Again

Beneath the moon alone once again

The voice that leaves her lips like flame

Have grown into Another Name

BOOM!

Her laughter was once my wine

Her memory seduced my mind

With whispers shadows leave behind

Soon,

I’ll have found another one

To sing to when the day is done

Paradise Postponed Once Again

The bird of love has flown again

She was swept away by another broom

It blew up in an Afternoon,

BOOM!

All Keyboards (Synthesizer, Electric Piano), Percussion, Cymbals, & Vocals: S.M.

Drum Programming: Carmen Rizzo

Spoken Female Voices by Christy & Naomi from ‘At Your Discretion’

Orchestration by S.M.

Recorded by Carmen Rizzo

Mixed by Sananda & Carmen Rizzo

C + P 2014 TreeHouse Publishing

VOLUME 2

1. ANDIAMO TUTTI A CASA (0:48)

(instrumental song)

Nylon Guitar, Vocal: Sananda

2. THE BIRDS ARE SINGING (3:10)

I Don’t Want to Spend my Days

In Misery, Anticipating

Everyday is Such an Opportunity

To Live in the Moment

Live in the Moment

Horses Gallop through the Fields

The Flowers Blossom in the Garden

Why Should I Hang on to Fear &

Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress?

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

& In My Heart

A Bell is Ringing

& Life Is Short

Is What I’m Thinking

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

Willows Swaying in the Breeze

A Child is Playing by the River

Showing me that There Is More than

Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

& In My Heart

A Bell is Ringing

& Life Is Short

Is What I’m Thinking

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

I Don’t Want to Spend my Days

In Misery, Anticipating

Everyday is Such an Opportunity

To Live in the Moment

Live in the Moment

Heaven Floating in my Heart

Makes Me Happy & Excited

I’m Laughing as I’m Letting Go of

Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

& In My Heart

A Bell is Ringing

& Life Is Short

Is What I’m Thinking

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing!

Acoustic Guitars, Dobro Slide Guitar, Bongos, Maracas, Chimes, Mellotron Flutes,

Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

3. IF I FELL (4:16)

(Lennon-McCartney)

If I fell in love with you would you promise to be true,

And help me understand?

Cause I've been in love before, and I found that love was more,

Than just holding hands.

If I give my heart to you,

I must be sure from the very start,

That you would love me more than her.

If I trust in you, oh please,

Don't run and hide,

If I love you too, oh please don't hurt my pride like her.

Cause I couldn't stand the pain,

And I would be sad if our new love was in vain.

So I hope you see,

That I would love to love you,

And that she will cry when she learns we are two.

Cause I couldn't stand the pain,

And I would be sad if our new love was in vain.

So I hope you see,

That I would love to love you,

And that she will cry when she learns we are two.

If I fell in love with you.

Piano, Synthesizers, Vocals. Sananda

4. SIAMO QUI (3:13)

Here We Are, No Matter Where We Are

Siamo Qui

Like Sardines tied to a Fast Car

Siamo Qui

Here we are Wrapped in a Serenade

Siamo Qui

Siamo Qui, This is How Our Life has to be

You’re all the Things that Matter the Most to me

Siamo Qui, La Nostra Vita Sarà Così ?

‘E’ la Cosa Più Importante’, FOR ME

SIAMO QUI

Stuck in this Land by our Enemies

Siamo Qui

Jealousy and Endless Rivalry

Siamo Qui

Celebrating our little victories

Siamo Qui

Siamo Qui, This is How Our Life has to be

You’re all the Things that Matter the Most to me

Siamo Qui, La Nostra Vita Sarà Così ?

‘E’ la Cosa Più Importante’, FOR ME

SIAMO QUI

Standing Here with my Hippopotamus

Siamo Qui

To Survive He Said “You Need a Lot of love”

Siamo Qui

Siamo Qui, This is How our Life has to be

You’re all the Things that Matter the Most to me

Siamo Qui, La Nostra Vita Sarà Così ?

‘E’ la Cosa Più Importante’, FOR ME

SIAMO QUI

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Congas, Guitars, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Keyboards (French Horns, Cellos, Strings), Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

5. METAMORPHEUS (4:00)

I Am A Solar Boy

A Man-Child of the Sun

Electric-Shakti-Mama-Raja-Sutra-Linga-Om

The Blossoms of my Joy

Leap like Flowers of Fire

There is no more to seek

The Cup that Flows will never Leak.

I Am A Lunar Mind

A Brainchild of an Orb

Mata-Hari-Shiva-Lover-Guru-‘Not-Beyond-Another’

I Keep A Sketchpad

So that I Can Draw My Own Conclusions

I’m trying to lose my mind

So I can lose all my Illusions.

I’m Metamorpheus

Godchild of Contradiction

I reserve the right to change

My Mind about each Fact or Fiction

I am a Golden Child,

But So again Are You!

Jesus-Allah-Krishna-Buddha-Loves You

But No Ones above you.

Drum Programming, Synth Programming, Synthesizers, Percussion, Moog Bass & Vocals: S.M.

Recorded by Michael BradfordMixed by Sananda & Dave Way

6. YES YOU! (4:11)

DO I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?

Guess Who?

Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?

YES YOU!

Take A Look at your Light

And see how Bright it Beams!

We inhabit a Space,

A World of Overlapping Dreams.

Do I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?

GUESS WHO?

Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?

YES YOU!

Take A Peek at your Star,

It Shines above your Head.

The Poetry of your Blood,

It Flows from where Planets where have Bled.

Do-do-do do-do, Do-do-do-do-do-do

DO I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?

GUESS WHO?

Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?

YES YOU!

Drum Programming, Percussion, Keyboards, Guitars, Bass, & Vocals: S.M.

Guitar and Electric Sitar: Louis Metoyer

Recorded by Michael Bradford

Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way

7. ALLERGIC (3:16)

Allergic To the Labels That

You Try to Pin on Me

I’m Not Sure,

If I’m Anything but Free.

I Can’t Contain the Love

I Have for Everything,

I’m A Firefly

And I Have to Stretch my Wings.

I’m a Child of Wanderlust

And I Have to Let it Roll.

How Can You Expect to Keep

A Cage Around A Soul?

An Open Minded Curiosity

Is Worth More to Me

Than Anything.

Look At All The Miracles

That Happen every day

Because Of You,

The World will Find A Way!

Look at all the Genius of

Ordinary things,

All Around

Behold what Nature brings.

I’m a Child of Wanderlust

And I Have to Let it Roll.

How Can You Expect to Keep

A Cage Around A Soul?

An Open Minded Curiosity

Is Worth More to Me

Than Anything.

Drum Programming, Percussion, Clavinet, Synthesizer, & Vocals: S.M.

Bass Guitar: Michael Bradford

Guitar: Louis Metoyer

Recorded by Michael Bradford

Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way

8. IT’S YOURS (4:01)

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT

Come On In and Close the Door.

As She Opened her Blouse

I Became Aroused,

It couldn’t be ignored.

Her Soulful Eyes are my Devotion.

Let the rhythm begin,

As she welcomes me in

The Milk of her Emotions.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

We find a Groove that stops the Rain.

It explains to me

My Heart’s remedy

And Eases all my Pain.

And When She Moans the Deep is calling.

With my Mouth to her Ear

I tell Her I Hear,

The Sound of Angels falling.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

It’s So Good I Cannot Tell,

I Must Have Dropped a Coin

In a Wishing Well

And Now I’m Here!

I Search the Clouds, I confess.

And with Time Slowing Down

I’m Embraced by her Sound,

Especially when She says:

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

Drum Programming, Percussion, Keyboards, Guitar, Bass & Vocals: S.M.

Recorded by Michael Bradford

Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way

9. JAMAICA BLUE (4:01)

Swimming in a Sea of Fantasy

And Schooling all the Fish in view

A Mermaid in these Waters gave birth to Me

‘Cause I was born Jamaica Blue

I Was Born Jamaica Blue

I was born Jamaica Blue (x4)

The River is running on Time Again

What goes around comes around

Don’t bite off more than your Mouth can chew

And Hate the Circus

But Don’t Hate the Clowns!

‘Cause I Was Born Jamaica Blue

I was born Jamaica Blue (x4)

The Moonlight tonight is traveling

From the Roots of my Heart to you

My Mother gave Birth to me in these Seas

Where I was Baptized by the Breeze

‘Cause I Was Born Jamaica Blue

I was born Jamaica Blue!

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Guitars, Percussion, Mellotron, Synth, Vocals: S.M.

10. WE CAN ALL GO HOME (3:31)

Hey Fella

Say what you gotta say

‘Cause we don’t have that much

Time left today

Hey Fella

Tell us what do you see

Who’s Next on the

Black Market Death Lottery?

Say it’s not You or Me

And Then We Can All Go Home

We Can All Go Home

And Then We Can All Go Home

Home is Where I Keep my Lock & Key

So Say it Quick, I’ve Got a Family

Hey Fella

Go ahead and make a speech

For the people

That you’re trying to reach

Keep it short

And Please Try to Keep it Clean

And make it rhyme

Unless you’re speaking for the Queen

And say What you Really mean

And Then We Can All Go Home

We Can All Go Home

And Then We Can All Go Home

Home is Where I Keep my Sanity

So say it Quick I’ve Got a Family

Robert Johnson

Stopped by this way before

He didn’t speak

That’s what his Guitar was for

So what are You waiting for?

And Then We Can All Go Home

We Can All Go Home

And Then We Can All Go Home

Home is Where I Keep my Memories

So Say it Quick I’ve Got a Family

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Slide Guitar,

Percussion, Strings, Mellotron Flutes, Moog Synthesizer, Vocals: Sananda

11. I’LL BE BACK (4:07)

(Lennon-McCartney)

You know it you break my heart, I'll go but I'll be back again,

Cause I told you once before good-bye, but I came back again,

I love you so - I'm the one who wants you, yes I’m the one who wants you, oh, oh, oh, oh

You could find better things to do, than to break my heart again,

This time I will try to show that I'm not trying to pretend,

I thought that you would realize,

That if I ran away from you,

That you would want me too,

But I got a big surprise oh, oh.

Oh, you could find better things to do than to break my heart again,

This time I will try to show that I'm not trying to pretend,

I wanna go, but I hate to leave you,

You know, I hate to leave you oh, oh.

Oh, you if you break my heart, I'll go,

But I'll be back again.

All Percussion, Acoustic Guitars, Mandolin, Piano, Synthesizer, Organ, Bass, Vocals. Sananda

12. PARADISE POSTPONED PRELUDE (4:09)

Piano: Sananda

13. BODY & SOUL (3:24)

(Green, Eyman, Sour, Eyton)

My heart is sad and lonely

For you, I sigh, for you, dear only

Why haven't you seen it, I'm all for you

Body and soul

I spend my days in longing

Wondering why it's me that you're wronging

I tell, you I mean it, I'm all for you

Body and soul

I can't believe it, it's hard to conceive it

That you'd turn away, romance

Are you pretending, it looks like the ending

Unless, I could have one more chance to prove, dear

My life a wreck, you're making

You know, I'm yours for just the taking

I'd gladly surrender myself to you

Body and soul

My life a wreck, you're making

You know I'm yours for just the very taking

I'd gladly surrender myself to you

Body and soul

Orchestra Ritmico Sinfonica with Maestro Diego Basso. Vocals: Sananda Maitreya

Making Of

Chapter 1: ‘SCARABEO’

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

Chapter 1: ‘SCARABEO’

(The Hypothesis of Hippopotamus/ The Mission Begins)

“And TIME, while a LORD to some, is still but a messenger for others.”

INTRO_

For the resident minds of the ZOOATHALON, the Rise of the ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS was inevitable. It ALWAYS comes at you, at some point doesn’t it? It was only a matter of WHEN, they would find themselves face to face with enemies determined to eliminate or reduce them. Zooathalon was the only reality not controlled and tempered entirely by the nefarious Time Lords, for whom Freedom is a threat to ‘Transmission of Projected Holographic Programming’, essentially a time wave that one is placed within and which forever thereafter dictates all future probabilities and the desired outcomes of interactions, at least in the minds of its occupants. And once trapped into these Zugebrian Time Waves, it were nigh impossible to even dream around it, because even dreams were supervised and maintained by the electro-magnetic ‘BINARY FREQUENCY FORMULATION’ that each person or entity was given as a code. This kept one adrift in a reality designed to discourage any notion but survival, contemplation and retail. Resistance was often corrected by placing the reckless in a state of ‘Scrambled Pixilation’, rendered into pixels by powerful particle transformers, placed in a jar, there to remain, disjointed and unknown until reconfigured, and reinstated.

THOSE FEW WHO MANAGED TO ESCAPE, were often tracked down and punished openly and severely. After all, the Zugebrian Time Lords it were who WENT BACK IN TIME AND KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON. Just to show bitches that they could, AND to affect all memory after the fact. Subsequent generations would have known nothing of their loss but a pervasive feeling that somehow, something essential to their identity was missing from their sorrows and celebrations. With no past, THEIR FUTURE WAS IN LIMBO. It could be written, but it couldn’t be lived. The estimable Robert Taylor Zippenhaus it were who managed to restore the legacy of his ancestor Robert Johnson by bringing him back through his associations with overlapping and parallel interactive reality interfaces, the vaunted ‘Scarabeo’.

HIPPOPATAMUS was a well regarded man of the Zooathalon, and it were to he, that the Council of Minds, an aggregation of the Council of Dimensional Overlords, approached concerning a plan in rescuing certain allies from the place where they had been banished by the Zugebrians, a small local universe which had been captured, and then by utilizing advanced ‘micronic’ atomic technology, reduced to the size of and contained within a SNOW GLOBE; Small desktop shelf collector size. All size being as relative to each as time, for the prisoners of this snow globe, their world was to them as vast as is our world to us, though immensely more restricted and repressed and seemingly devoid of any grace but laws, regulations, EXPLANATIONS REQUIRED FOR EVERYTHING.

The ‘SCARABEO’ was a device wherein one could sit and meditate and project either a hologram of self-potentials or into and out of the normal framework of the transient space/time continuum. It could serve to surround the body matrix with parallel vortexes, allowing for Time Jumping, Shifting and travel back and forth. The body reduced to light sees time as a flow of energy going many directions at once. Time is a suggestion, not a law. The ‘Scarabeo’ also allowed for the easy regeneration of energies for total body/mind maintenance, and genetic healing. You could also perm your hair. Naturally, the Time Lords were keen on finding a way to get inside and eradicate these machines.

Hippopotamus understood that since time can be accessed through memory, the memory could be utilized to restore time (and Place). And that once memory is triggered, then like dominoes, other memories across time are likewise triggered which attracts more birds back to the stretched wire that is the conscious mind.

FORM FOLLOWS MEMORY!

The rescue mission would begin on this premise, that the way to liberate the trapped soul is through its own mind. Familiar songs would be used to interface with the neurons crucial in facilitating contact with those for whom the mission was designed. This hypothesis would be the initial blueprint in freeing the allies from their enclosed hermetic world and in eventually declaring war on the zealously repressive ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS.

It were they after all, who by manipulating organic ‘Metastatic’ genetics, invented the EYE FLOATER as an hypnotic surveillance, and mind control device. They can shrink and place military bases onto them. Controlling both your perceptions and the local galaxy in the process.

BUT FIRST, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS!

(The First Church of Nuclear Science & Advertising, Radio XMA and Radio Emphysema)

THE COUNCIL OF MINDS, A ZOOATHALON AFFILIATION:

The SPHINX, (a Multidimensional Overlord/Overseer) Robert Taylor Zippenhaus, Luther Means, Victor Spoils, Capt. Donny Brooks, Laurence Di Arrabbiata, Sergeant Sam Harrington, Dr. U. Kelele, Horatio Hieronymus Hippopotamus the Third, Thurston Howell the 4th, Tuesday the 5th, Mr. Abernathy, Capt. Boy George Michael Jackson Brown Sugar Ray Leonard Cohen, Vin Detta, Mal Di Testa, Neal Liszt, Lady Sue Veneer, Mrs. Dianne Tumicciu, Mr. Bacon Wakefield, Barbara Arians, Ms. Tippy D. Eisburgh, Capt. Lee Azon, Madame Kay Fatica, Smokey Bowles-Ashe, Professor Frequency Jones, Dr. Miles Togo, Capt. Noah Vale, Mrs.Yetta Knother and Minnie Moore. Including a few for whom security purposes requires not revealing their interdimensional identities or drinking habits.

The ‘SHEMALIANS’ and ‘I BIACCESI’ are tribes loyal to the Zooathalon in all situations (and available to them in all formats, including Mp3).

Associations loyal to the ZUGEBRIANS are the MUTUAL SUSPICION ALLIANCE, and the ALARMIST BROTHERHOOD !!!!!!!!

All these Zugebrian units serve as key members of the ‘SOCIETY for the BANAL RETENTIVE’, whose tenets pertaining to governance are:

‘Encourage Cynicism, but extract Sentiment.’

‘Think SMALL, But Project BIG !’

‘Make them pay for it now, make them pay for it again later. Just call it something different.’

‘ALWAYS give them what they want, but NEVER what they complain for. We do NOT capitulate.’

‘Do not take away their dreams. Just defer them. And distract.’

‘Get to the Children BEFORE they get to us!’

‘Why get drunk, when you can get drunker?’

‘Where there is a Crowd, there is a Cloud.’

‘Do not encourage action, only REACTION.’

‘If WE don’t own it, THEY can’t have it.’

‘Speak of ONE WORLD, but Activate and Maintain a Bipolar one.’

‘Preach the Future, Stall the Present, Sell the Past and then sell it again.’

‘Teach Death, or they may stop believing in it and we lose control (and a LOT of time).’

‘Stimulate their desires, and then make them ashamed of having them. Until the next time.’

‘Make them beg you, then belittle them for being beggars. Shame is easy to control’.

‘No Music or representations of Art which encourage Questions. We don’t like questions, just giving answers.’

‘There is no DIGNITY without IDENTITY, so keep them confused.’

‘Once we find a way to entrap them, THEN we find a way to make THEM pay for it.’

‘HAVING YOUR OWN MIND CAN BE DANGEROUS, take OURS instead. It’s Approved!’

‘MAKE SURE that they have Very Little POWER. But blame EVERYTHING on them anyway.’

‘Numbers are to be feared, NOT understood.’

‘If it Makes SENSE, GET RID OF IT. NOW!’

‘Make them explain everything, they will lose faith in themselves.’

‘The more questions you encourage, the fewer you have to answer.’

‘Find the person who complicates even the simplest things, AND THEN PROMOTE THEM’.

‘WE ARE EVERYWHERE YOU ARE (and if we are not, WE ARE COMING).’

‘If we are NOT THERE, then YOU are in the wrong place.’

‘THE COLOR OF TERROR IS PINK!’

Hippopotamus and his small crew would utilize their knowledge of the science of sound and ‘Diatonic Waveform Inhabitation’, to place themselves (and their ‘Scarabeos’) within the necessary wave forms so as to be able to literally inhabit the songs as structures themselves, which would be used to begin the infiltration and freeing of the allies locked in the Zugebrian Holographic Time Wave Snow Globe. While also using the music as a ‘Cloaking Device’, the Architecture of the actual songs would be used as a vehicle wherein to transport equipment and those few brave soldiers and scientists who accepted the mission. Which now begins. Their first stop would be to the fabled GILEAD HELIOGENESIS POWER STATION. ‘HELIOGENESIS’ is a ‘Fractured Energy Mutation’ born of pure Solar Ray Atomics so advanced, that to the human mind, it simply cannot be explained. It is several levels beyond Nuclear Energy. The Zugebrians got to it, and are said to have left a Bomb There. So, our protagonists must hurry upon their way, as ‘TIME IS ALWAYS OF THE ESSENCE’ before yet another has a chance to scream out (in the absence of irony), “THERE IS A BOMB IN GILEAD!”

Welcome to Chapter 1:

‘SCARABEO’ (The Hypothesis of Hippopotamus/The Mission Begins)

SANANDA MAITREYA!

CREDITS_

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

Chapter 1: ‘SCARABEO’

(The Hypothesis of Hippopotamus: The Mission Begins)

All Songs Written by LENNON/McCARTNEY

All Songs Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

All Songs Recorded & Engineered by MATTEO ‘Sergente’ SANDRI, Mixed by ‘Sergente’ & Sananda

All Song Orchestrations by Sananda Maitreya

For LYRICS look up the BEATLES situation and dig it!

Song 1:

IF I FELL (4:15)

Piano, Synthesizers, Vocals. Sananda

www.Sananda.org

Song 2:

YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE THAT GIRL (2:30)

Drums, Piano, Organ, Synthesizers, Guitars, Bass, Vocals. Sananda

www.Sananda.org

Song 3:

I’LL BE BACK (4:05)

All Percussion, Acoustic Guitars, Mandolin, Piano, Synthesizer, Organ, Bass, Vocals. Sananda

www.Sananda.org

Sessions began 22 of January 2014 and concluded shortly thereafter.

For these initial sessions, we relied upon our steady MAGNETO Guitar Amp and our trust worthy ally, an ACOUSTIC Bass Amp Model 360. The rest of our vitals we hold at our discretion!

All Songs Recorded & Mixed at TreeHouse Publishing Studios, Milano Italy.

Chapter 2: ‘SNOWGLOBIA’

The Rise Of The Zugebrian Time Lords - Chapter 2 'Snowglobia'

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

Chapter 2: ‘SNOWGLOBIA’

Heliogenesis ( Hee-lee-O-je-Nee-sus ) was both an energy, as well as a process, whereby raw dark matter, pure and immensely powerful, is extracted directly from 2 primary sources; from the core mining of dwarf Suns that had burned out and even more potently, by linking in directly with the vortexes of black holes, which are Black Suns, and the father of all future suns.

This matter extracted, could then be stored at a rate of compression so great, that a canister the size of a fire extinguisher could power an entire planet AND its moons, meeting all of its energy needs for a full decade, if not more. Since it is pure root dark matter, it can be transposed to ANY other traceable frequency of inhabitation. And getting the mathematics right allowed for any form of life and consciousness to be shifted anywhere else in the space/time continuum, or transformed in shape or size. Dimensions could literally be enlarged or shrunk. Such as it would take to trap an entire local galaxy, and reduce it to where it would fit inside a SNOWGLOBE.

And though to those within the Globe, their dimensions remained relative to the knowledge of their own existence, as before their capture, they were still prone to the vagaries of life as it existed precariously enough, that a small child could walk past the desk harboring the Snow globe, grab it, shake it, and vigorously enough, that the inhabitants inside would begin to suspect yet another encounter with the end of the world as they knew it, having already suffered the indignity of their imprisonment and relocation to less than gratifying circumstances. And the snow being stirred up was to them, the equivalent of meteor showers, and violent blizzards. In their experience of time as it related to the scale in which they were set, it took quite a while for the dust to settle once the snows were shaken, as well as a bit longer to reconcile their nerves. The Dog of the house running around with the globe in its mouth, could also provoke immense consternation among the neighbors, that their world had turned upon them, had become volatile and volcanic. Not to mention a source of great panic.

The same process of Heliogenesis that had degraded their freedom of movement was the same formula used to erase their knowledge of their science, so unless a bigger stick arrived to rescue them, they were as good as Buzzard Bait, and not much more useful.

The GILEAD POWER STATION was a place of storage for the extremely dangerous in the wrong hands energy source that was Heliogenesis. It was the type of energy that planets were desperate to secure for themselves, for the many usages to which it could be put, which included not only the manipulation of time, but also of space, and the holographic blueprint of all possible as well as probable realities. Members of The Zooathalon’s Rescue Association was off to the races, to arrive at the Gilead Power Station before the Bomb which had been placed there by the ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS, could cause any substantial vibrational damage to the Gilead Reactor. In fact, it were known by the Zugebrians that the bomb was insufficient to damage the energy at all, it was in its raw form, far too dense to ignite, and only the manipulation of its energy through transformers turned it back into the rays used to produce Heliogenesis. What the Bomb would do is unsettle the transformers just enough for the time it would take them to recalibrate, thereby allowing the ZTL more time to obscure and protect their mission from their nemesis, the Zooathalon. The Rescue team would require a visit to the Gilead power station in order to supply themselves with the fuel they would need, in order to first locate, and then attempt the rescue of the fine men, women and children trapped within the world of SNOWGLOBIA. However, if they don’t arrive before the bomb, this may stall and delay them, and cost them very valuable and as always, precious time. And they shall for themselves encounter just how real the threat, that There is A BOMB IN GILEAD.

The Rise of the Zugebrian Time Lords

Chapter 2: ‘SNOWGLOBIA’

All songs recorded over 9 days from the 5th of March to the 17th March 2014.

All songs Written, Produced, Arranged & Performed by Sananda Francesco Maitreya

All songs Recorded & Engineered by Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri. Mixed by Sergente & Sananda.

All songs Recorded at TreeHouse Publishing Studio, Milano Italy.

Song 1: ZUGEBRIAN BLUES (2:47)

Drums, Congas, Guitars, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Keyboards (French Horns, Cellos, Strings), Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Recorded 5 & 6 March. Mixed 7 March 2014.

Song 2: SIAMO QUI (3:15)

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, ‘Thumb Jam’ Synth App, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Recorded 10 & 11 March. Mixed 12 March 2014.

Song 3: ‘SNOWGLOBIA’ (3:15)

Drums, Bass, Piano, Clavinet, Organ, Keyboard (French Horns), Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Recorded 13 & 14 March. Mixed 17 March 2014.

Utilized throughout sessions when and where appropriate were the MAGNETO Guitar Amplifier, the ACOUSTIC 360 Model Bass Amp, Yamaha C Series Concert Piano, Roland and Kurzweil Keyboards, and Yamaha Maple Custom Drums. We favored as well Gibson Electric and Acoustic Guitars, and the Fender Jazz Bass as well as the Epiphone Viola Bass. We also made use of the ‘Thumb Jam’ musical application. This data is likewise applicable to the songs of Chapter 1. All other information are ancient Chinese secrets protected by Portable Spinning Vortexes and Ninjas in Purple Tights. Any other inquiries should please be directed to the Library of Congress, Washington D.C.

LYRICS:

Song 1: ZUGEBRIAN BLUES

He was a Minstrel, He was a Minister

He was a Wastrel, Just left of a Sinister

Minded Committee, A bit too far Socialist

For Creative Inventory, if you can get my gist.

Him as in Hemorrhoid, Her as in Hurricane

They took our world and wrapped it in Cellophane.

Here we are Trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues,

Stealing our traveling shoes.

‘Difficultarians’ Kissing Barbarians

And Mixing the Minds up of all the Aryans

Why should I Apologize for being a Man,

When all the Fight is in our own Hands?

You’ll have to Beat me and make me Bleed

‘cause I’m not a Snitch and you’ll Die before me.

Here we are Trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues

Wasting our traveling shoes.

Z as in Zeitgeist

U as in Ubiquitous

G as in Graveyard that

Each had to dig for us

B as in ‘Beat down’

R as in ‘All Right’

I as in I saw a Nuclear Oversight

A as in Abattoir, We were the Sacrifice

N as in ‘Enemy’, as Cold as a Block of Ice.

Here we are Trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues,

Taxing our traveling shoes.

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, ‘Thumb Jam’ Synth App,

Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

www.Sananda.org

Song 2: SIAMO QUI

Here We Are, No Matter Where We Are

Siamo Qui

Like Sardines tied to a Fast Car

Siamo Qui

Here we are Wrapped in a Serenade

Siamo Qui

Siamo Qui, This is How Our Life has to be

You’re all the Things that Matter the Most to me

Siamo Qui, La Nostra Vita Sarà Così ?

‘E’ la Cosa Più Importante’, FOR ME

SIAMO QUI

Stuck in this Land by our Enemies

Siamo Qui

Jealousy and Endless Rivalry

Siamo Qui

Celebrating our little victories

Siamo Qui

Siamo Qui, This is How Our Life has to be

You’re all the Things that Matter the Most to me

Siamo Qui, La Nostra Vita Sarà Così ?

‘E’ la Cosa Più Importante’, FOR ME

SIAMO QUI

Standing Here with my Hippopotamus

Siamo Qui

To Survive He Said “You Need a Lot of love”

Siamo Qui

Siamo Qui, This is How our Life has to be

You’re all the Things that Matter the Most to me

Siamo Qui, La Nostra Vita Sarà Così ?

‘E’ la Cosa Più Importante’, FOR ME

SIAMO QUI

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Congas, Guitars, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Keyboards (French Horns, Cellos, Strings), Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

www.Sananda.org

Song 3: ‘SNOWGLOBIA’

Snowglobia!

Here We Are Inside Snowglobia

Like a Polar Bear with Snow Phobia.

Get us out of here

Get Us Out Of Here

GET US OUT OF HERE

SNOWGLOBIA!

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Piano, Clavinet, Organ, Keyboard (French Horns), Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

www.Sananda.org

LEAKED ZUGEBRIAN MEMO DOCUMENTS!

These songs dedicated to the Twin Flames of Life & Death. May God Bless and Keep!

Thanks to my Recording Engineer Matteo Sandri & Social Engineer Francesca Francone Maitreya for their invaluable assistance.

Drawing of Chapter 2 by Alessandro Cocchia.

Chapter 3: ‘PLASMA SCREAMS’

The Rise Of The Zugebrian Time Lords CHAPTER 3: ‘PLASMA SCREAMS’

The RISE Of The Zugebrian Time Lords CHAPTER 3:

‘PLASMA SCREAMS’ (The Bloodlines vs. The Timeline)

All Songs Written, Produced, Arranged & Performed by Sananda Maitreya for TreeHouse Publishing.

All Songs Recorded & Engineered By Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri.

All Songs Mixed By ‘Sergente’ & Sananda at TreeHouse Studio, Milano Italia.

All Songs Recorded at TreeHouse Studio.

Sessions assisted by Mattia Pittella & Tommaso Caprotti.

Sessions commenced on June 23 2014 and concluded shortly thereafter.

All Power to your Blood!

‘PLASMA SCREAMS’

(The Bloodlines vs. The Timeline)

As it came to pass, ZACHARY THELONIOUS LOWENSTEIN, a code breaker of advanced plasma formulations was haunted by rumination, an image shuttering in his mind oft repeated, that stalked him and wouldn’t fade away quite as easily as smoke does in fluttering air. And it petitioned a corner of his mind to pose, as were it a Zen koan, this conundrum:

IS IT BETTER THAT THE CENTIPEDE WEARS MANY SMALL SHOES OR FITS ITSELF INTO ONE LARGE SHOE?

This conjuration disfigured his previous assumptions as it regarded the precise metrics it would take for the Plasma Wave Form Generator to free those lives trapped in ‘Snowglobia’, consisting among those relatives of his. As a researcher in good standing with the ZOOATHALON ALLIANCE, he were able to work in their laboratories and spacecraft, where with advanced plasma technology and the assistance of mathematics and his faith, he were able to transport himself temporarily to the future, where different trusted colleagues assisted his progress.

Attempting to work from his own present timeline would make it too easy for detection by the ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS, who in their occupations, monitor and repress these scientists with vigor and extreme prejudice. His future excursions gave him a cloak that, if not pressed too long would avoid notice at least until a breach was secured in ‘Snowglobia’; a local galaxy reduced by Zugebrian policy into the size of a snow globe. Their consciousnesses shrunk to inhabit the size of their new imposed reality. And after ‘Rigor Mortis’, a bigger Mortis ahead.

Zooathalon’s team had returned from the Gilead Power Station, where the local galaxy’s HELIOGENESIS was stored. This was an ethereal energy technology, both organic and mechanical that was harnessed from the core of Black Suns as well as extracted by special process from tapping into BLACK HOLES and their dense Subatomic frequency wave patterns. Black Energy Generators that gather and mutate waveform anomalies into virgin atoms that create new life and recreate all life. It functions as a pre-Solar battery of unlimited source and yet remains ripe for new discovery.

Having found and defused a bomb in Gilead placed there by the Zugebrian menace; the Zooathalonians were able to devote fuller attention to the rescue of their allies trapped in Snowglobia. And these attentions would serve to benefit the work needed in order for Zack T. Lowenstein to complete the proper calculations whose exactness were priority. The integrity of the mission depended upon his attention to DETAIL, upon whose tracks the devil’s choo choo rides. Only from his brief visits to the future could he really ascertain how urgent it was that his bloodlines be rescinded from the Zugebrian Timeline. Not only would HE cease to exist, (Don’t forget, THEY WENT BACK IN TIME AND THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON) but also several of his timelines would cease to exist, which like toppling dominoes would also require that his bloodlines and their options and prerogatives be likewise erased from the hand of time, with not much more than a single fingerprint having been left on the sands, slipping through the same hands. He loved his life and didn’t want to lose it, nor the future upon whose horizon his vision pointed him towards. Zack Thelonious Lowenstein had dreams of ‘Continuance’.

He also had serious, challenging work. Though a challenge he embraced. He had a future to steal back from his enemies in service to a post nuclear formula the success of which would change the whole game forever, by the simple and evolving laws of Plasma Wave Form manipulation. He just had to find the right way to play it. And it would require that Zooathalon’s pilots and their ‘Scarabeos’, (time travel devices) would need to become ASTRONAUTS OF INNER SPACE in order for the outcome to hedge its bets on the side of favorable, and beyond the reach of mundane query. After all, time is but a fable except to the weary and all of life a circus except to the clowns.

So again, taunting his sleep and tossing him around as a wet rag in a tantrum’s hand was THE question never too far from his sweat:

IS IT BETTER THAT THE CENTIPEDE WEARS MANY SMALL SHOES OR FITS ITSELF INTO ONE LARGE SHOE?

Once this equation was translated from his imagination and into scientific reality, he could properly program his Plasma Wave Form machines into a successful operation on his team’s behalf, freeing the Snowglobians from their plight by realigning their basic genetic code with subatomic particle plasma radiation and transmuting them from one place, back to the safety of another, the worlds they once knew before entrapment. Getting those codes was key, but not easy and might take some time.

But Zack was taught that even as the short hand of time buries the past, the long hand resurrects.

Meanwhile minute by minute, the plasma in his bloodlines patiently plodded on as it boiled, yet bubbled with excitement about the adventure that he were entrusted to be an integral part of as he toiled diligently away aboard the spacecraft ‘Jamaica Blue’.

Sananda Maitreya.

Songs for Chapter 3: THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS: ‘Plasma Screams’

LES PAUL MAN (Love is Love) 3:25

APOLOGIZE TO HER 3:48

JAMAICA BLUE 4:OO

BLANKET ON THE GROUND 3:28

Song 1 : LES PAUL MAN (Love is Love) (3:25)

Drums, Bass, Guitars, Slide Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Organ, Vocals: S.M.

Song 2: APOLOGIZE TO HER (3:48)

Drums, Bass, Percussion, Guitars, Organ, French Horns (Kurzweil Synth), Vocals: S.M.

Song 3: JAMAICA BLUE (4:00)

Drums, Bass, Guitars, Percussion, Mellotron, Synth, Vocals: S.M.

Song 4: BLANKET ON THE GROUND (3:28)

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals: S.M. Horns: The ‘Undocumented Mexican Hat Players’. Strings by 'Highly Strung'. Horns & Strings arranged by S.M. Recorded & Engineered by Tchad Blake. Mixed by Tchad & Sananda at Blue Jay Recording Studios, Concord Massachusetts, U.S.A. in a time warp between the urgency of now and the necessity of then.

I would like to thank Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri for his steady assistance, and TreeHouse for its support. I would also like to thank God for understanding as well as my wife & family for their love & patience. These songs dedicated to your steady persistence through life!

* Sananda Maitreya is not in any way endorsed by Gibson Musical Instruments. He just uses their stuff and pays for it like everyone else blessed to be able to afford fine quality instruments! And the man Les Paul is a hero.

LYRICS for 'PLASMA SCREAMS'

Song 1 : LES PAUL MAN (Love is Love) (3:25)

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

I am a Les Paul man

Your Lips are Red

Your Eyes are Green

Your Skin is Everywhere

To Be Seen

And I’m Lochinvar*

In his Rocking Car

Or Genghis Khan*

With his High Heels on

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

I am a Les Paul man

You should be on

The cover of

A magazine that

The ladies love

I’m not a man

Who makes a fuss

About the facts that

Stand in the way of us

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul* man

It will never work

Because you are a Lesbian

And I am a Les Paul man

I am a Les Paul* man

Girl I can give you

My Guitar

Just a couple of chords

And you’re a Star!

‘Cause Love is Love

Love is Love

(x4)

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Guitars, Slide Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Organ, Vocals: S.M.

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Song 2: APOLOGIZE TO HER (3:48)

Apologize to Her

Don’t make another slur

It won’t get better feeling worse

Apologize to Her

And show her that you care

It’s not about who’s Right or Wrong

Apologize and love will lead you on

Live Strong

But don’t forget

The GOLDEN RULE

You know Life

Don’t have to be so cruel

With the Mindset of a Fool

Apologize to Her

Don’t make another slur

It won’t get better feeling worse

Apologize to Her

And love is what occurs

It’s not about who’s Right or Wrong

Apologize and love will lead you on

The Wine from

The Vine comes

Not before it’s time

You’re not an Ass

You’re just a Mule

With the Mindset of a Fool

Apologize to Her

Don’t make another slur

It won’t get better feeling worse

Apologize to Her

Forgive until it hurts

It’s not about who’s Right or Wrong

Apologize and love will lead you on

Don’t throw your

Love Away

Or the Nights

Will make you Pay

You know that life

Can be so cruel

With the Mindset of a Fool

Apologize to Her

Don’t make another slur

It’s not about who’s Right or Wrong

Apologize and love will lead you on

Apologize to Her!

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Percussion, Guitars, Organ, French Horns (Kurzweil Synth), Vocals: S.M.

www.Sananda.org

Song 3: JAMAICA BLUE (4:00)

Swimming in a Sea of Fantasy

And Schooling all the Fish in view

A Mermaid in these Waters gave birth to Me

‘Cause I was born Jamaica Blue

I Was Born Jamaica Blue

I was born Jamaica Blue (x4)

The River is running on Time Again

What goes around comes around

Don’t bite off more than your Mouth can chew

And Hate the Circus

But Don’t Hate the Clowns!

‘Cause I Was Born Jamaica Blue

I was born Jamaica Blue (x4)

The Moonlight tonight is traveling

From the Roots of my Heart to you

My Mother gave Birth to me in these Seas

Where I was Baptized by the Breeze

‘Cause I Was Born Jamaica Blue

I was born Jamaica Blue!

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Guitars, Percussion, Mellotron, Synth, Vocals: S.M.

www.Sananda.org

Song 4: BLANKET ON THE GROUND (3:28)

If 1 & 1 is 2

Am I the One for You

Do you know what I Mean?

If 6 & 3 are 9

Will you always be Mine

Even though I’m Green?

But since Spring is in the Air

Relax your Long Soft Hair

I’ll be true

Blanket on the Ground

Heaven’s all around

And I’m Still in Love with You

The Circus came to town

I played the role of Clown

It must be my nose

The laughter in your Smile

Stayed with me awhile

Or so the Story goes

But Every Circus Leaves

Sawdust Memories

They really do

Blanket on the Ground

Heaven’s all around

And I’m Still in Love with You

I Don’t Care What You Fear

I’ll Always Be Here

Near To You!

Even in the Acid Rain

I’ll be your Sugarcane

So Sweet to You

Sitting on the Beach

The Stars are out of reach

So I grab your Hand

Promising You All

Before the Rains fall

Throughout the Land

As you Accept this Ring

To be my Wife I sing

Just for two

Blanket on the Ground

Heaven’s all around

And I’m Still in Love with You

Blanket on the Ground

Heaven’s all around

And I’m Still in Love with You

Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed by SANANDA MAITREYA

Drums, Bass, Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals: S.M. Horns: The ‘Undocumented Mexican Hat Players’.

www.Sananda.org

Chapter 4 'THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON'

Ch. 4 'THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON'

CHAPTER 4: THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON.

‘ROLLING WITH LUCIFER’S DICE, STOLEN FROM THE RUINS OF PARADISE.’

The SHEMALIANS (She-MAH-Lee-unz) are an allied tribe of the Zooathalon. Prized for their depth of compassion, consideration, judgment and attention to detail in all matters of interest to their nature and commission. They are also a very tall and fetching tribe, comprising within themselves individually both male and female function, as well as sensibility and the like. They do not physically have children, when ready to reproduce, they simply rebirth themselves accompanied with a blueprint of the life they wish to inhabit already imprinted in their minds. They were past masters of both advanced quantum post nuclear technology as well as of ‘ORGANIC TECHGNOSIS’, a field of science whereby the mind and nature are harnessed to aid in the art of healing, rescue and the levitation of the mind to enhance and enrich perspective. For them, Mind & Nature are One, since mind cannot conceive of what is not.

To them was the ‘Contract’ given to rescue the denizens of ‘SNOWGLOBIA’, those unfortunate souls who were entrapped, local galaxy and all, inside a Snow Globe to punish and contain them for having voted to oust the ZTL from occupation. Turning on them, The ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS took aim and enslaved them, shrinking their entire reality to match the constituent necessity of their tiny scalar space. A place so small, the Echoes returned BEFORE the cries went out.

They suffered and wept, producing not ironically the very energy frequencies the Zugebrians recycled to keep Snowglobia in a zombie like state of Fear and her step-sister, Apprehension.

While the Zooathalon’s warriors fought to stem the spread of the Zugebrian menace, the Shemalians put together a plan, aided by the brilliant work passed on to them by Zachary T. Lowenstein, to bypass the normal routes of rescue options, for the more organic approach of SMOKING THEM OUT.

YES! Using a literal smoke and mirrors effect in reverse spatial reality to override the program keeping the people of Snowglobia within the clutches of accursed Zugebrian policy.

Gathering their elders around an instrument that used both water based Hydrostatic Nitrogen compounds AND plant infused Carbon based Black Hole Retrograde Fusion formulas, a small sachet of a mixture of aromatic herbs, incense, highly prized minerals ground into a fine sandy blend, the seeds of their Sacred Plants,

And the Exact Mathematical Shavings of a very heavy rare magnetic iron, measured according to the energetics required for completion of the Time Travel experience. Added to this composite were the sprinklings of a type of diamond that grew only on Certain Moons, those moons stabilized by pyramids and underground structures built by Ancient Travelers from whom the Shemalians and the Zooathalon took great pride in studying and integrating into their knowledge of time, space and the interconnectedness of mind as bridge to both ‘Here’ & ‘There’.

The Members of the Shemalian Rescue Squad then took upon themselves Breathing Apparatuses not unlike Scuba Masks, which allowed them to both VISUALIZE the rescue point from the analysis and coordinates given to them, And to also collectively inhale the infusion that the small cachet released when it smoldered on a Crystal Dais from its center position of the instrument. Using their total focus as a group, and ‘seeing’ the location of the intended recipients of their meditation, the Shemalians took in effect what would look to all outsiders to their ritual as A HUGE BONG HIT, and managed successfully after concerted intention to override the Zugebrian Lockdown Program for Snowglobia and LEVITATE the minds of the good people of the old globe, BACK into the former realities they were stolen from.

This was done with the use of organic wormhole mobilization technology, programmed into the instrument so paramount to their operation, where Dark Matter is used with ‘Heavy Water’ and CARBON BASED THOUGHT FORMS to locate, project and transport matter through windows in the matrix of the patterned physical universe. This was ‘Organic Techgnosis’ demonstrated as fact.

As for the Freed Spirits Reunited with their Worlds, having been turned Inside Out, Their Lives Were NEW! The SHEMALIANS were duly thanked and praised, who reminded that, Like the Zooathalon, what they understood of God was Unity of Cause and the Light Reflected in their Understanding.

So In Retaliation, the ZUGEBRIAN Response Was This: THEY WENT BACK IN TIME AND THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON!

End Of Part 1.

Part 2:

They sent one of their ‘HOLLYWOOD KILLERS’, Special Agents equipped for Time Travel assignments, trained in the Arts of Entertainment & Assassination.

And they too complained about not getting enough credit for their work, though NOT getting credit was the point.

The Zugebrians understood that time, appearing spatial in one direction, may be reversed, as well as traversed according to ones knowledge of the simple Etheric Formula that governs the various states of Atomic Matter and what may or may not be done. Armed with full capacity of reference, almost Anything and Everything could be done With And Through the Physical Wormhole we enable as TIME.

In a vision by a seer countenanced by the Zugebrian Time Lords, One of their Many, it was seen that the Entity and Legend of STAGGER LEE might be of Able Assistance to the cause of Taking Out Robert Johnson.

So the Hollywood Killer was Given Programming regarding the Exact Nature of the assignation.

She Would Get to Stagger Lee, HE Would Get to Robert!

*(And all necessary ‘coverage’ would be provided. Leaving no answers and only links to abstract mysteries, and whatever blood stains were required to dissuade further inquiry).

The Time Lords knew the Basic Math and Length of the Scenario. From their studies of Our World and its Subsequent History, if ROBERT JOHNSON were taken out of the TIMELINE, it would erase a Great and Formidable Deal of much of the Evolution which Took Place in his wake, which happened at a GEOPHYSICAL point in time relative to the birth of CHARLEMAGNE. They Were Fully Aware that his Removal would Enact the Falling of Dominoes, and to such an extent that at some point, time would literally Collapse on itself, though not Before showing the Convulsions and Shockwaves Beforehand.

Convulsions which Restrict and Contract time and seek to induce the Human Spirit into a Stupor of Self negligence, Low Regard and Defeatism Shackled to Sabotage, which were, after all, the Whole Point in going back in time and murdering the Future.

Dressed To Kill (as most killers usually are in fact), Our Very Lovely and ‘Highly Certified in the Customs and Ways of Death & Deception’ Hollywood Killer sits inside her Zugebrian Wave Form

And Waits for Final Instruction & Confirmation before being sent back through Zugebrian constructed worm holes, tunnels as woven as Spider Webs, and as Difficult to Escape Once Within.

ESPERANZA LANZA was her Professional Name.

Her Skin Was Olive and Varnished by Light to Perfection. Her Legs inspired Conversations, not all Muted. And her Lips were said to have been Worth A Ransom just to be lightly brushed by the Damp Mouths of the Very Elite who Promoted Her in Promoting THEM. Her Personal Name didn’t matter, she had erased it from her general memory years ago, the Better to Be the Who She Now Was.

Time May Shatter and Fracture in a Thousand Ways.

It May Tumble, It May Spin before it Straightens Out Again. It may also Burn Out many roads of possibility before Ennui Spills its Sperm and becomes but a roadmap stretching its spindly tentacles towards Oblivion’s Fetid Wake, which buried in the ground causes seeds to shake.

Once Ms. Lanza was placed by the Time Lords Equidistant to their Final Plans, Stagger Lee was used by her to create the Necessary Distraction for her to Push a Small Button Attached to the Inside of her Purse.

Robert Johnson, playing his American World Weary ‘Sophoclean’ Triangulations inside a Steaming Packed Drinking Establishment, would be Dead by Morning. End Of Story.

The Locals Would Report that After Having Taken a Drink bought for him by a Stunning and Mysterious Woman, Stagger Lee himself bought the drink that Legend Says contained the poison that forever Silenced the Voice and Guitar of the enigmatic Robert.

Johnson’s Genetics could be tied directly into the ‘illegitimate’ strain of the Emperor Charlemagne’s bloodlines through the House of Orleans, passed into lore as a folk hero as story friendly as John Henry, and just as tragic an ending.

The Despicable Deed Done, the Fair Lady Esperanza was Never Seen or Heard of Again, though in our Current Timeline, she is Promoting Several Films she has Coming Out at a Theatre Near You.

It Would Take Quite A While Before the Zooathalon managed to restore Robert Johnson to his Rightful and Legitimate Place in the space time Continuum, and even then, they only managed to program his ‘Holographic Reality Transplant’ up until the grand old age of 29. JUST ENOUGH for the ‘Western Civilization Density Format’ to not have entirely lost the gains pertinent to Johnson’s existence (on this rolling and tumbling orb of moss and mutant matter).

In Order to Demonstrate Even This Miracle for the Restoration of Spirit’s Will, the Zooathalon were forced to use a Holographic Dimensional Simulator, which they had had built on the subsurface of a Harnessed ‘Rogue’ Moon and which was reinforced by Ocean Currents.

Since the Murder of ROBERT JOHNSON by Stagger Lee & Esperanza Lanza courtesy of the ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS, we have been living within an Altered Reality projected by Powerful Machines that control the Subatomic Frequencies and Subsonic Sound Waves surrounding matter to Bend and Shape Light Forms according to the Images felt by the ZTL to be in the Correct Range of Virtual Captivity.

Depressing The Mind Aids in Keeping these Oppressive Holographics Intact, and in charge of all perceptions of ‘REALITY’, a collective hypnosis where Shadows Piercing Raindrops see HOLES instead of HILLS.

Robert Johnson had in fact been given a Premonition of his Demise.

In Statement of Truth, the Morning of his Assassination, he had Awakened in a Sweat unlike he’d experienced before and Recalled a Dream where he stood in a Chamber like Corridor Alone, while a White Dove, at Chest Level, Grew Momentum as it Angled its Swift Flight, Perpendicular to his Fevered Breast and Crashed like a Mighty Wave right into the Very Aching Flesh of it and Became One With Him.

And on that day of his Fatal Sunrise, the ‘Blues Master’ wrote his final song.

Chapter 4: ‘THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON’ (Part 1)

SONGS:

ALLERGIC (3:15)

IT’S YOURS (4:02)

YES YOU ! (4:10)

METAMORPHEUS (4:00)

PARADISE POSTPONED (4:42)

All Songs Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed* By Sananda Maitreya

*(Except where indicated)

All Songs Filtered through the TreeHouse Publishing/Studio Nexus by Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri & Sananda Maitreya Courtesy of SmokeHouse Productions for TreeHouse Publishing.

These songs were retrieved from the ZUGEBRIAN ARCHIVES where they were placed under lock & key after they were stolen from the ZOOATHALON.

All Songs Contain the Subatomic ‘SUTRASONIC CEREBRAL’ Process. Patent Pending.

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING, THANK YOU!

LYRICS:

1) ALLERGIC

Allergic To the Labels That

You Try to Pin on Me

I’m Not Sure,

If I’m Anything but Free.

I Can’t Contain the Love

I Have for Everything,

I’m A Firefly

And I Have to Stretch my Wings.

I’m a Child of Wanderlust

And I Have to Let it Roll.

How Can You Expect to Keep

A Cage Around A Soul?

An Open Minded Curiosity

Is Worth More to Me

Than Anything.

Look At All The Miracles

That Happen every day

Because Of You,

The World will Find A Way!

Look at all the Genius of

Ordinary things,

All Around

Behold what Nature brings.

I’m a Child of Wanderlust

And I Have to Let it Roll.

How Can You Expect to Keep

A Cage Around A Soul?

An Open Minded Curiosity

Is Worth More to Me

Than Anything.

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2) IT’S YOURS

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT

Come On In and Close the Door.

As She Opened her Blouse

I Became Aroused,

It couldn’t be ignored.

Her Soulful Eyes are my Devotion.

Let the rhythm begin,

As she welcomes me in

The Milk of her Emotions.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

We find a Groove that stops the Rain.

It explains to me

My Heart’s remedy

And Eases all my Pain.

And When She Moans the Deep is calling.

With my Mouth to her Ear

I tell Her I Hear,

The Sound of Angels falling.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

It’s So Good I Cannot Tell,

I Must Have Dropped a Coin

In a Wishing Well

And Now I’m Here!

I Search the Clouds, I confess.

And with Time Slowing Down

I’m Embraced by her Sound,

Especially when She says:

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

WELL, IT’S YOURS

AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH IT.

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3) YES YOU!

DO I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?

Guess Who?

Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?

YES YOU!

Take A Look at your Light

And see how Bright it Beams!

We inhabit a Space,

A World of Overlapping Dreams.

Do I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?

GUESS WHO?

Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?

YES YOU!

Take A Peek at your Star,

It Shines above your Head.

The Poetry of your Blood,

It Flows from where Planets where have Bled.

Do-do-do do-do, Do-do-do-do-do-do

DO I HAVE TO CRY OUT REPEATEDLY WHO’S AMAZING?

GUESS WHO?

Do I Have to REMIND You Again & Again YOU ARE MAGIC?

YES YOU!

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4) METAMORPHEUS

I Am A Solar Boy

A Man-Child of the Sun

Electric-Shakti-Mama-Raja-Sutra-Linga-Om

The Blossoms of my Joy

Leap like Flowers of Fire

There is no more to seek

The Cup that Flows will never Leak.

I Am A Lunar Mind

A Brainchild of an Orb

Mata-Hari-Shiva-Lover-Guru-‘Not-Beyond-Another’

I Keep A Sketchpad

So that I Can Draw My Own Conclusions

I’m trying to lose my mind

So I can lose all my Illusions.

I’m Metamorpheus

Godchild of Contradiction

I reserve the right to change

My Mind about each Fact or Fiction

I am a Golden Child,

But So again Are You!

Jesus-Allah-Krishna-Buddha-Loves You

But No Ones above you.

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5) PARADISE POSTPONED

Paradise Postponed Once Again

The bird of love has flown once again

She was swept away by another broom

It blew up in an Afternoon,

BOOM!

Her shelter was once my shade

Her bottom lip my silk & suede

Her tender moan my serenade

Soon, I’ll have found another one

To sing to when the day is done.

Paradise Postponed Once Again

Beneath the moon alone once again

The voice that leaves her lips like flame

Have grown into Another Name

BOOM!

Her laughter was once my wine

Her memory seduced my mind

With whispers shadows leave behind

Soon,

I’ll have found another one

To sing to when the day is done

Paradise Postponed Once Again

The bird of love has flown again

She was swept away by another broom

It blew up in an Afternoon,

BOOM!

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CREDITS:

ALLERGIC

Drum Programming, Percussion, Clavinet, Synthesizer, & Vocals: S.M.

Bass Guitar: Michael Bradford

Guitar: Louis Metoyer

Recorded by Michael Bradford

Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way

IT’S YOURS

Drum Programming, Percussion, Keyboards, Guitar, Bass & Vocals: S.M.

Recorded by Michael Bradford

Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way

YES YOU!

Drum Programming, Percussion, Keyboards, Guitars, Bass, & Vocals: S.M.

Guitar and Electric Sitar: Louis Metoyer

Recorded by Michael Bradford

Mixed by Sananda & Dave Way

METAMORPHEUS

Drum Programming, Synth Programming, Synthesizers, Percussion, Moog Bass & Vocals: S.M.

Recorded by Michael BradfordMixed by Sananda & Dave Way

PARADISE POSTPONED

All Keyboards (Synthesizer, Electric Piano), Percussion, Cymbals, & Vocals: S.M.

Drum Programming: Carmen Rizzo

Spoken Female Voices by Christy & Naomi from ‘At Your Discretion’

Orchestration by S.M.

Recorded by Carmen Rizzo

Mixed by Sananda & Carmen Rizzo

C + P 2014 TreeHouse Publishing

www.Sananda.org

Chapter 5: 'ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY'

ZTL Ch.5_ ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

CHAPTER 5 ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

'ONE MAN'S PLAYGROUND IS ANOTHER MAN'S GRAVEYARD'

THE BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY & THE BONES OF BRIAN JONES

‘MEMORIA EST LARGITATE’

Roberto DiGiovanni was a Direct Descendent on his mother’s side of the legendary and fabled COUNT DRACULA.

He was a favored son of the Countess Matilda Von Brandt who curated museums, cultivated music and hailed from an ancient house of Esterhazy lineage, with the privilege and responsibility therein attached.

She bore her son in the lovely town of Torino (Turin), and in turn raised him in the knowledge of his Italian father’s ways. By trade his father were a research scientist as well as a hematologist specializing in plasma and cell count transfers, which he could also do across disparate species.

One could say without reserve that for Roberto DiGiovanni, Blood Work was in his Bloodline. He had been briefed in the seminal work of, among other distinguished scientists, the famed Austro-Hungarian physician Moritz KAPOSI, though he would forego being ‘Aided’ by what he saw as KAPOSI’S SARCASM.*

And He Would Inherit from his Mother, the need to Curate & Preserve.

As a member in Good Standing of the ZOOATHALON’S ‘ZIP’ program (Zooathalon Incarnation Plan), Roberto swore allegiance to Zooathalon from Zero to Zenith if need be. It Was A Great Insurance Policy To Have.

The ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS had No Such Plan to offer, since by inclination, they kept their knowledge to themselves; their COVERT was always Overt, So You Had to Stay Alert. Yet, as a Participant of the Round Table that is the COUNCIL OF PHARAOHS, DiGiovanni was Pledged to Neutrality.

The Council of Pharaohs met in a Crystalline Chamber far beneath the Center Belly of THE SPHINX where it intersected in interdimensional overlaps with the DELTA OF SATURN, from wherein the first soil of Earth came, hatched by Saturn’s Rings.

The Council were composed of Galactic Past Masters who met in the great hall of the venerated Sphinx, one of the first Heliogenesis Generators on earth, right on the Sacred Sands whose Penumbra the Pyramids share, and many of whom did actually spend time On The Throne or in the Shadow of Pharaohs in the days of future passed.

And for the Council, their concern for the Zooathalon did not supersede that of the ZUGEBRIAN MENACE. For the Pharaohs, their Main Purpose was always the Maintenance Of Balance.

Otherwise, with balance Beaten Back by Bandages & Broken Bones; the affect on Karma and Cosmic Consequence would be devastating and like a wave escalating the damnation of nations and their spoils.

Erasing All Memory in its Obliterating Wake.

With his personal SCARABEO, the Private Pod Time Transport Regenerating Vehicle given to the Warriors

and Defenders of Zooathalon, he could enter into the lower dimensions of the Sphinx,

a universal portal and nexus throughout all Gravity fields & holographic links

where future concepts are stored as well as all Ancient Seeds of Science.

THE SPHINX IS A COSMIC ‘CROSSROADS’ DEVICE.

And As A Favored Son of his Mother’s Gleam, once within the Great Device,

(Also known as the Heart of the Dread Lion), seated with his Brethren,

He BECOMES AGAIN HIS ANCESTOR, the Elusive and Inscrutable Count Dracula.

It were Decided by the Council that for the Balance of Life to be Maintained at Workable Levels of Progress as it involved the Growth of Civilizations, even those doomed to be Oppressed; that it would be Necessary to Support the Zooathalon’s Attempt at Restoration and Purchase back the blood of ROBERT JOHNSON from the BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY.

The Mold of his Framework Could Then Be Reestablished.

And if Broken, Recast.

As a member of a BLOOD CULT longstanding, it fell to Lord Dracula, chastened as Gatekeeper of the Blood Bank housed in one of the more subterranean levels of the Sphinx, to make certain Beyond All Doubt that the DNA, but most importantly What Blood Remained of Robert Johnson be taken and placed into safe and friendly hands.

DNA may be joined to Resurrection, but unlike blood, Cannot Stand on its Own.

Even on its own, Blood Has A Resonance that may still impact upon the Atomic atmosphere around it.

In order to Extract his Deed Most Expeditiously, the Count Would Have to, of necessity utilize his Genetic Connection to Roberto DiGiovanni in Traversing Wormholes attached magnetically to the Transvertical Planes Of the BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY.

The ‘Black Market Death Lottery’ was a racket Entirely Controlled by the Zugebrian Time Lords, promoters of Blood & Death Cult Worship Societies since the roots of their formation, and which they have spread with Missionary Zeal across the Galaxies that they’ve bent into forms of conquest.

Their ‘Systems Apparatus’ were more than capable of literally Plucking People from the Human Timeline, like Chickens and either replacing them, or allowing to Coalesce, A Rent in the Mirror of the Mind as it Relates to Matter and the Domino Effect of Experiences Disabled, Diminished, Discontinued.

Which Invite Vacuums Invaded by Convention, and An Unceasing Circular Logic that wraps around itself UNTIL IT CHOKES.

Blood Sacrifices to them were taught in Order to Appease the TIME LORDS & to Deter the Shedding of Further Liquid Fire.

Roberto’s SCARABEO would suffice in securing his entry into the Zugebrian’s

Nefarious and Stained Domains. He Played No Favorites;

There Were No Passes,

He only sought what was Right for the

Axis That Tilts between

Black & White, Dark & light.

‘There must always be room for Gray.

Not all that Hides in the Shallows of Sullen Tides

Seeks to Spoil Illusion, At least not while it Rides

And Sea Shells are in Sight; which help avoid Confusion,

And keep depression slight while Inertia Holds Sway.

For some of What Lurks between the Hems of Fate’s Curtains

Are but Tomorrow’s Plates; Uneven Gems,

& Other Unfaceted Burdens

At the edge of night;

Solutions to unfold again when the moon comes

Out to play, with some Hurt displayed

From the Raw Fabric of Reason.

From whose Perks I’m certain our Hymns

Are Sung Today

Inserted from a floating perch

While our Sons Await their Season’.

And somehow, the Name That Christened His Scarabeo:

‘THE BONES OF BRIAN JONES’, only served to anchor his Mission into an Ironic, though no less Dangerous Parallel World, for Brian Jones was a Musician and Hero to Roberto who’d Acknowledged his Time’s Commitment to the Titanic Crossroads Figure born from the Swelling Tides of the mighty Mississippi River Delta, never a Stone’s Throw away from any Minstrel’s ministry.

While the Bodies of Many Men Were Washed Up On Its’ Shores, Before They Even Got There.

The same Banks which gave Birth to the progeny of Stagger Lee.

Who the River Failed to Baptize it KILLED.

Concealed in CANOPIC JARS retained below the PYRAMIDS adjacent to the King’s Corridor were fragments of the Events of Troubadours Contained such as Son House, Leadbelly, Woody Guthrie and Hank Williams, Syd Barrett, Bob Marley. Paul Bunyan and John Henry. Such as were the same with Amelia Earhart. It had been the ZUGEBRIANS who’d intercepted the plane from which she’d vanished.

And through the Backward Glances of Life’s Distant Gaze, History Repeats its Conquests.

One way or another, Roberto DiGIOVANNI would find a New House for ROBERT JOHNSON, a ‘Casa Nova’, and recapture his plasma for the time when life was ready once again to receive him in its fulsome midst.

Once the Black Market Death Lottery Named Its Price and released its Grip,

JOHNSON’S Hemoglobin and Plasma Would Be Kept in the Vaunted Repository of the Sphinx with the possibility existing that its location would only serve to mitigate time waves and bring the Memphis’ in Egypt and in Tennessee that much closer, as well as the North pole with the South, while restoring memory to Earth and its Furrows. (After which he thought to himself): ‘And Then We Can All Go Home!’

‘Memoria Est Largitate’ it says in Latin: MEMORY IS BOUNTY!

The Council of Pharaohs would be pleased with results.

The Folds of Motion & Space are Enhanced by Blood, and Paid for in Kind.

If his ‘Scarabeo’ got lost, stranded or struck by some strange stroke straddling the straits of misfortune While Being Catapulted through the Curved and Winding Vortexes of time intervention, with all of its Fluxing Variants & Nebulous Crevices waiting to derail an Astronaut of Inner Space, Roberto DiGiovanni could always remember to call upon and follow like those before him, THE WHITE RABBIT, a specialist in Wormhole Engineering of renown for Lost Sheep the galaxy throughout.

Roberto’s father inculcated him into the Endless Mysteries of Plasma.

We know that sometimes ‘Plasma Screams’.

And he knew that SOMETIMES IT PAYS TO BE THE FUNGUS THAT FITS THE MOLD.

His Truth Were in his Chromosomes,

As Were the Bones of Brian Jones.

…meanwhile, in the tiny Mediterranean fishing village of ‘PORTO SANGUE’

A New Life was Awaiting Birth, of an Italian noble mother and a willful American father,

himself a bastard son from the house of Robert Johnson and his wandering, traveling, dystopian shoes.

* Moritz Kaposi of AIDS & Kaposi’s Sarcoma.

Written by Sananda Maitreya.

Edited by ‘W. Marmoset Yarn’.

*A left hook to the body is better than a Punjab in your face- ‘W. Marmoset Yarn’.

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

Chapter 5 ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

All songs Written, Produced, Arranged & Performed by Sananda Maitreya.

All songs Recorded & Engineered by Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri.

All songs Mixed by ‘Sergente’ & Sananda.

All songs Recorded for TreeHouse Publishing at TreeHouse Studio in Milano Italy over several days between

3 November- 27 November 2014 as we found the time Expedient & Available.

All instruments played by Sananda Maitreya in real time and not by computers, with all due respect.

No Songs were Written by Computer Science, but by what Intuition & Skill Spirit and Experience has Given Us Which has Not Yet Been Dulled By Life in these technological and heavily cynical times. JOHN HENRY died trying to keep pace with a machine built to replace him. In my next life, I shall come back as an APP.

But As For Now, I will be damned if I will be replaced by or even pay attention to, a ‘Songwriting Program’ on a computer, which in my humble estimation, is for pussies.

Algorithm & Blues Anyone?

Hello, are we still here?

Oh yes, the Rise of the Zugebrian Time Lords, it all makes sense now.

SONGS:

1-Paradise Postponed Prelude (4:15)

2-They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson (3:15)

3-Never Trust A Man Like Me (3:00)

4-Mr. Casanova (3:44)

5-We Can All Go Home (3:33)

6-Andiamo Tutti A Casa (0:50)

Lyrics & Credits:

ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

Song 1:

PARADISE POSTPONED PRELUDE (4:15)

Piano: Sananda

www.Sananda.org

Song 2:

THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON (3:15)

Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,

Percussion, Organ, Strings, Horns, Vocals: Sananda

THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON

They Went Back In Time

They Went Back

No More Cat & the Fiddle

No More Piggy in the Middle

But a Fable & a Riddle

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And they Blamed it all on Stagger Lee

And put the Burden on his family tree

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And wiped away his history

While the Killers collected their fee

From the Black Market Death Lottery

No More Eggs & Francis Bacon

No More Chances to be taken

And What if they were Faking?

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And they Blamed it all on Stagger Lee

And put the Burden on his family tree

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And they Stole John Henry’s seed

While the Killers collected their fee

From the Black Market Death Lottery

No More Blues or Paul Bunyan

And ol’ Hank Williams’ Engine Running

With both Blazes Gunning

They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson

And Then They changed all the Scenery

And let the Finger Point at Stagger Lee

They Rocked the Pockets when they Killed Robert Johnson

He saw Chuck Berry once in a dream

While the Killers collected their fee

From the Black Market Death Lottery

www.Sananda.org

Song 3:

NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME (3:00)

Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,

Percussion, Piano, Organ, Vocals: Sananda

NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

I Once Had A Big Fight

With the One they call Lucifer

It Was a Tug of War; He got Mad at my Light

And didn’t know what I Called him a Loser For

I took his Sheep & Stole his girl

Though I Could Never Quite Get Used to Her

Describe the Madness You See (&)

They call YOU Crazy!

NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Step Back in Time through Stone

They Call You Righteous,

But I Thought You Left Us

Statues & Columns Dance

When you Stroke them from the Ruins

And Give them a Chance

I Am A Tumbleweed

That’s my undoing,

The Dust of John Henry’s Seed

But You’re a Lamb

And I’ll make you bleed

NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Captain America

Had Much Less HYSTERIA (!)

After They Stabilized Him

‘Cause he saw Esau

By the See Saw

With the man in Arkansas

Dressed in Blue again

Captain Courageous’ flaw

Was TOO Contagious

For his Next of Kin

So He Shaved

And he Shed his Skin

NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

www.Sananda.org

Song 4:

MR. CASANOVA (3:44)

Drums, Bass, Percussion, 12 String Acoustics, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,

Flutes, Violas, Glockenspiel, Bells, Vocals: Sananda

MR. CASANOVA

You Know It’s Over

With Roberta Johansson

Mr. Casanova

Roberta Johansson is

A Relative of Mine from the ‘Biz’

She makes the Camera Glow

That’s why She’s a Face that you know

And That’s Why You Gotta Go

You Know It’s Over

With Roberta Johansson

Mr. Casanova

Take A Hike

Get on your Bike

It’s Over

She Needs A Lover

Not Another

Mr. Casanova

Take the Hint

You’re Meant to Go

You’re Through

She Needs you like

She Needs a Broken Heel

On Her Shoe

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

She Will Carry Your Wine

But she can’t carry your Water

Face to Face in the Rain

Jealousy is what causes pain

And the Red Hat of Hatred

You Know It’s Over

With Roberta Johansson

Mr. Casanova

Take A Hike

Get on your Bike

It’s Over

She Needs A Lover

Not Another

Mr. Casanova

Take the Hint

You’re Meant to Go

You’re Through

She Needs you like

She Needs a Broken Heel

On Her Shoe

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

Heartbreak As It Begins

Is the Original Sin

Heaven is in your Heart

So Jump like a kangaroo

And take yourself to a Zoo

You Know It’s Over

With Roberta Johansson

Mr. Casanova

Take A Hike

Get on your Bike

It’s Over

She Needs A Lover

Not Another

Mr. Casanova

Make Sure the Highway

Doesn’t fly Away

When It Gets To You

She Needs you like

She Needs a Broken Heel

On Her Shoe

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

www.Sananda.org

Song 5:

MR. WE CAN ALL GO HOME (3:33)

Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Slide Guitar,

Percussion, Strings, Mellotron Flutes, Moog Synthesizer, Vocals: Sananda

MR. WE CAN ALL GO HOME

Hey Fella

Say what you gotta say

‘Cause we don’t have that much

Time left today

Hey Fella

Tell us what do you see

Who’s Next on the

Black Market Death Lottery?

Say it’s not You or Me

And Then We Can All Go Home

We Can All Go Home

And Then We Can All Go Home

Home is Where I Keep my Lock & Key

So Say it Quick, I’ve Got a Family

Hey Fella

Go ahead and make a speech

For the people

That you’re trying to reach

Keep it short

And Please Try to Keep it Clean

And make it rhyme

Unless you’re speaking for the Queen

And say What you Really mean

And Then We Can All Go Home

We Can All Go Home

And Then We Can All Go Home

Home is Where I Keep my Sanity

So say it Quick I’ve Got a Family

Robert Johnson

Stopped by this way before

He didn’t speak

That’s what his Guitar was for

So what are You waiting for?

And Then We Can All Go Home

We Can All Go Home

And Then We Can All Go Home

Home is Where I Keep my Memories

So Say it Quick I’ve Got a Family

(Baa-Baa-Baa)

www.Sananda.org

Song/Pezzo 6:

ANDIAMO TUTTI A CASA (0:50)

Nylon Guitar, Vocal: Sananda

www.Sananda.org

Thanks to Spirit for its Guidance & Protection.

Thanks to the Muse for her Inspiration & Encouragement.

Thanks to Matteo Sandri for his Professionalism & Clarity.

Thanks to Francesca Francone Maitreya for her Love & Support.

And to YOU for your Time & Attention!

And remember, the Question is not in Whether or Not You Are a Lost Sheep, but in How Much You Can Get for the Wool. It is always about the Price Of the Wool, whether you be Lost OR Found.

(Baa-Baa-Baa).

Chapter 6: ‘FRACTAL FABLES & THE WAGES OF SYNCHRONICITY’

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

CHAPTER 6 FRACTAL FABLES & THE WAGES OF SYNCHRONICITY

Edited by W. Marmoset Yarn

Co-Edited By I. Podrovsky & John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

The Wages of Synchronicity Always Pay on Time.

It had been KRONOS who has first uttered aloud to the Firmament:

“I’m Not Angry, I’m Just Mean”.

Kronos always knew that at some point, Synchronicity would come back to bite him in his big old ‘Gluteus Maximus’, yet this is what happens when the creator of time is in two minds, one coming, the other going, and each inhabiting its own world. And once in the outer boroughs, Kronos knew that Synchronicity (the City of Time) was like unto a large snake devouring its own tale, making itself parallel to its own existence, swallowing past, present and future like a communion wafer stuck to the roof of the mouth.

Yet Kronos had had no choice. He had time left over after the creation of the clock, so the extra time,

Lending an extra hand & not to be wasted, was tied into the construct of Déjà Vu, time loops.

Then again, this is what is required when attending a planet that spins, since the rotation of the planet itself is what produces the momentum of motion that we have come to acknowledge as TIME.

Kronos had been warned by his father Uranus as a youth, that he would have to be responsible for all of his creations, and would have to inhabit them to know their needs, otherwise, Nemesis is created and bred, as all things return to the fingers of their origins.

Kronos, like most young men born to high expectations, mainly ignored his father and would tease him by calling him ‘Urtesticles’, or ‘Urpenis’. Sometimes he would squeal in delight “ Uranus, UrBalls Are On Fire!” Despite his frustration, Papa Uranus too would get a chuckle out of these squibs, as he too wondered why his mother Gaia, the Earth in all her glory, had given him just a crazy ass name.

Perhaps this is why Uranus gave birth to the Furies, as well as to the Titans, perhaps to ‘tighten up’ his own psychology as it concerned his saturnine cosmology. Yet he was ever pragmatic, which is again perhaps why his favored son Kronos, drove a Saturn as his main chariot.

PROMETHEUS

Was Driven from Heaven

& Banned from Hell

Because both God

& The Devil

Knew Him Well.

WHO CANNOT GIVE ME LIFE CANNOT GIVE ME ORDERS!

(Chi Non Mi Può Dare La Vita, Non Mi Può Dare Ordini)

Prometheus is recognized by the ZOOATHALON as a founding father. He opened a door into a new reality and provided a place to dwell. He was regarded as a ‘SYSTEM’S FIXER’ whose chief interest was that the offspring of Heaven had ample room to grow towards their most fruitful horizons, that they may once again level their ascension back onto the Emerald Planes from which they came.

Once upon many pre-moons, when Wonder & Mist Were One, there were a people who lived Under the Earth and needed light. This was when the rotation of the earth saw the North Pole directly facing the Sun, as on its side & always in the light, which left the South Pole facing totally away from the sun on the opposite side, never to see it, engulfing half of the Planet in darkness.

This suited the Milquetoast & Lazy Heavens, which utilized this arrangement to exact a Region of the Damned, isolated for their tendency to question & foil the Gods, as well as having at their disposal a Whole Continent bathed in the glow of

‘Paradise Leased’, where those who were the favored of the Chariot Kings of the Skyways, were granted the luxuries accorded only more lavishly to the Saints in their Satin & Silver Catacombs.

Prometheus always got on well and looked up to his older brother Kronos, both Titans who took after their father Uranus, and Prometheus would later prove an invaluable source of education for his nephew, Kronos’ firstborn, Zeus. But Kronos and Prometheus would fall out once the accusation arose that Time had been Stolen and given to the Earth.

And once planted, like a tree, the seeds of time bore fruit, took Wing and became at once as Terrifying as it was Majestic. Porous, yet Paralyzing.

Uranus asked Prometheus to leave Heaven at once.

Which came to the great relief of the other muted Gods, who would finally be Free of Being Critiqued and Taken to Task by the young Lord for having become Soft, Disinterested and lazy. That they cared more about their Myths & Portfolios than in following the Original Design & the Purpose for which they were blown into shape by the Blistering Furnace of Sand & Heat. And he would always harp on about corruption. And always warning Apollo that Hermes was a liar.

He even once set the winged messengers’ famed instrument aflame while singing out:

“Liar, Liar, Your Lyre’s on Fire!”

And we were nothing if not pragmatic.

He not only would Rob Peter to Pay Paul but invented ‘Pay Pal’ to pay back Peter, while laundering the money through Rob.

He Won Few Friends.

(Though to those precious few friends, his Drunken & Slurred

Parting words,

Spat out contemptuously at his farewell party were,

“All Is Blasphemy,

All Is Blasphemy,

So Just Promise To Have

A Blast For Me”)! *

So he took his two dogs, Shelley & Goethe and Got the Hell Out of Heaven, with perhaps more Haste than Grace.

And the Devil had already gotten word to our fair hero, “Stay The Hell Away From Me!”

So that was that.

The Devil would not trust hosting Prometheus in his domains, for concern that As Usual, he would try to Change Things & Rearrange the Format. And he would Gain Distinction as the only God for whom both God himself and the Devil could gain no traction. In point of Fact, if honestly pressed, Prometheus took a Certain Pernicious Pride in being one of the Very Few Things that brought God & the Devil together in Union.

The One Thing They Could Both Agree On attended by neither reticence nor hesitance.

So Orpheus rose up out of the Shallow Grave of his Mystique

To represent Prometheus’ interests in Hades, wherein his family owned Stock & Shares.

Getting shut out of the Underworld by Satan was One Matter.

Surrendering His Portion of his Inheritance Of the Underworld & its manifold fields and fractal framework to Satan would take more than Toga-Clad Lawyers Fists & Pens and all the pitchforks in hell could handle.

For in the days of the Giants of Legend Ladened Lore, which Loom Large still, Lawyers were expected to Punch It Out, were issues not civilly settled in the allotted time granted by the courts and their sponsors. Those who were good with their fists earned the title of ‘Dukes’, and often their estates.

Leaving all of this behind & blotting it slowly from his mind as does the Sun Dry Out A Summer Rain’s Worth of Water from a small Bird Bath nestled in a TreeHouse, Prometheus alighted to his ‘Scarabeo’ time traveling pod, (inclusive of his canine companions & his favorite Horse, ‘Bocephus’) and Wandered the Earth.

Whereupon he saw the Waste & Wanton Wickedness of a Planet Torn In Half, one side’s endless suffering in darkness & Blood Sacrifice, being rendered & boiled while kingdoms Sunny Side Up were being Anointed By Spires of Light in an ever expanding Eden, often escorted by Corpulent Cherubs too

Chubby & Spoiled to have incentive to grow up beyond being more than just a band of charming but deceptive surly little thieves.

And to Prometheus’ mind, granting the vicious & mean fat little brotherhood & the people who idolized them privileges and rights they had yet to earn, Nor having yet found a compelling reason to explain why such perpetual whispers of eternity should have been to them so freely accorded, a harvest whose seeds they knew not of.

The Zooathalon Legends state that with an ‘Eagle’ (his Scarabeo), and guided by Pandora, took to the City Of Time (Synchronicity) and with the aid of Lord Vulcan & the Wizards of Fire, fashioned a solution.

He Would Build A Moon.

A Moon that would Initially Destabilize Everything as the Earth Shifted Dramatically on her Gravitational Axis.

Almost overnight seas would become dry beds and gardens would become oceans, forests the fathers of abundant streams. Fairies born from gushing & gurgling springs. Deserts would thrust themselves into new niches outmuscling the bony & shattered, uncertain terrain. And the People who lived Under the Earth, as well as some who lived above, would be shepherded by the great Zooathalon Warrior Noah in Great Light Ships provided by the Zooathalon to shelter them until the planet Settled into its New Beginning. With Samples of all Vital Genetic Material kept within the ship’s vaults.

The Moon created by Prometheus’ design would reconfigure the rotational gravity field so that the poles sat on top of the other, and not on the sides of the other (like two children sat next to each other in the back seat), whereby the cold grip of death wrested from one entire slice of a globe, even the faintest glimmer of hope.

Prometheus’ Construction would serve simply to make available to the planet, MORE LIGHT.

And instead of either all recoiling while the ‘chosen other’s’ only rejoiced, each man would now have a bit of his brother’s burden to bear as this is how we share light, & as light distributes,

So Too does Vision & the Charity that comes from Clarity.

The Grave Consequence to his own Ascension among those who esteemed him was such that he could Never Return Home, having so incensed and angered his fellow Gods and Elders, who felt betrayed by his less than selfish attentions to matters they felt beneath their concern.

To the Gods of Olympus, People Got What they Got and Were Who they Were, and it were the lot of the Fates to govern them.

Then again, Prometheus always blamed Dionysus and his vintage magic spells for distracting Olympus with self-serving philosophies. For once lost in the world of love that Dionysus poured, logic became lost as well, and the senses ruled by mercy & abandon & never by science.

Though since he was now relocated to Earth, the ‘Outcast One’ did what he could to make his stay as comfortable for him, as it were possible for it to be also for those whom his Sacrificed Served.

He also took Pandora with him (who had her own box set aside for him), as well as his faithful dogs whose barks were poems to their master’s ears, and built himself a Wonderful Palace on the Moon, which also functions as a Holographic Spatial Vortex Manipulator AND, the local galaxy’s largest FRACTAL ENERGY WAVEFORM GENERATOR.

THE EYE FLOATER VS. FRACTAL WARS.

The ZUGEBRIAN POLICY OF CONTAINMENT

Decreed that anyone who utilized Fractal Science or exhibited the knowledge thereof,

Would be punished severely. The Zugebrian Time Lords subverted Nuclear Waste and their ability to tap into black holes as subatomic raw matter to create anomalies in the body from within its own mental energy field using the atmosphere as a reflective shield of transference. This could transmute disease, hallucination and the complete control of the perception of reality and its avenues of reason.

After all, reality is what the Zugebrians program it to be. Though Madness Never Tries To Limit Itself Only To One Side of any Debate.

A favored ploy of the Containment Policy was the use of EYE FLOATERS as both agents of distraction, as well as clever designs for time travelers controlled by the Zugebrian Time Lords as ‘Interdimensional Bacterial Agents’. ‘IBA’s’ were Capable of Setting Up Camp Within the Brain

(How ‘Camp’ exactly was left to the individual’s sense of irony), stationed close to the inside of the middle of the forehead, the mythical ‘Third Eye’ and Programmed to Implant Thoughts & Attitudes within the mind. They were brilliant tools of ‘Thought Design’, ‘Mind Sculpturing’, and if used excessively, could literally drive a person into the more relatively comforting arms of despair, a place from which the Time Lords find it more convenient to rule those beneath their upturned noses.

Lucidity is only an advantage to those with power.

To those without, it is a curse.

EYE FLOATERS are INDEFENSIBLE!

At least in Principle,

Which makes Fractals Indispensible.

By perverting Fractal Science, the same science taught throughout the star chain by Prometheus when it fell beyond Pandora’s seductive reach, the Zugebrians were able to create the wiggly, twisty, bewildering little buggers that are prone to such blindingly repetitive deception, such hypnotic trickeration, while managing to steal your thoughts right out from under your cauterized brain, concussed by too much concurrence and replacing it with consensus.

It was like being in ‘Snowglobia’, where the Plastic Liquid Orb was always being Violently Shaken into the form of a World in Constant Stress & Flux.

Then again, Eye Floaters often announced the presence of ‘Time Spasms’, or Fluctuating Soft Spots in the fabric of the space/time continuum’s Nexus, Crossroads where boundaries overlap between one dimension and the next.

It became known that EYE FLOATERS INCREASED IN TIMES OF SYNCHRONICITY.

It was also accepted that FRACTAL LASERS CURED EYE FLOATERS.

But these machines were dangerous to possess, since they also did what the Time Lords feared most, they presented Clear Visual Knowledge of the Future and Variable Options for the Maximization of Creative Potentials beyond the masks that the Zugebrian Holographic Moons projected for the slaves in their command to wear,

Dividing them into the Appearance of Different Tribes distrustful of one another, PRECISELY Because Each Suspects The ‘Other’ to be wearing A Mask, a False Face not true.

And Not Seeing Beyond their Projections, they can Never See Themselves.

Prometheus wept in earnest for what the Zugebrian Time Lords had done with his Fractal innovations.

Then Again, He Above All Understood That Since He Himself Had Stolen Light & Given It to Man, By Cosmic Justice Man Would Not Always Be so Kind & Forgiving to Him.

To make matters worse, On The Bastard Side of his family lean, the Zugebrians Were Descendents of his own Titanic Bloodlines, which even Cross-fertilized with the blood of Pythagoras, though these swaggering bitches may have been Members, but for sure not Among His Numbers.

His great Rival and Nemesis Apollo (whom Prometheus used to insult before the Council of the Gods as the “Great God of Chickens”) had never forgiven him for having Fathered A Child with Calliope, one of Apollo’s most inspiring muses & A Daughter of Song, who was thought Not Yet Ready for the onrush of such Ravenous & Carnal insight into Rapture and its ever moistening delights.

Apollo Loved Well His 9 Muses, His Marigold Maidens; they for him were Not A Harem, but his Cosmic Birthright, All Of Them A Responsibility & Each for Certain a Particular Pain in the aforementioned ‘Gluteus Maximus’.

Prometheus thought otherwise of Apollo’s conceit regarding his ladies in waiting and didn’t really give much of a ‘Fuzz’. He acknowledged his own jealousy as much as his right as a Titan To Be An Asshole & An Ace Contrarian simply for its own sake.

He Loved Music as much as his fateful conquest Calliope, for whom music’s Embrace became a bit more Sullen & Blue after her Brazen, Bronzed lover was Banished from the Gates of Heaven’s Wards and Slithery Precincts. And she always held a grudge that for her baby daddy, Politics seemed more important to him than Love.

Though in fairness Master Prometheus’ horses were never driven as much by LOVE as they were by DUTY.

The Time Lords Understood Clearly Why they Feared Man.

Because the Time Lords created man in their own self-serving image and knew who THEY were, so feared us becoming the same beasts as them. Our containment would be made almost impossible to impose, on those awakened to themselves and the rights bestowed by coming alive through knowledge, being reactivated by the very light particles created to bring order and sensibility into the far strewn reaches of meteor zones where chaos and division roam by default until beauty fractals itself into the borders of a new reign.

In Oppressing Humankind, the Zugebrians were not Quite Sure whether they were Denying Us by Preventing Us, or Saving Us from Becoming Them.

But the Eye Floater Wars convinced Prometheus that the Zooathalon would have to increase its support of the SHEMALIAN guerillas that were smuggling Fractal technology back into the hands and minds of those who would make every effort to Restore Vision & Liberation to those who were seen to have violated the Zugebrian Policy of Containment.

The Shemalians, allies of the Zooathalon in long standing, were a tribe of Hermaphroditic origins who were thus both Male & Female, (and therefore uniquely equipped to quarrel with themselves, though they rarely exercised this as a productive activity) who could reproduce by themselves via frequency levitation, and who frankly, scared the shit out of the Time Lords and their whole agenda for their territories pertaining to gender and its politics notwithstanding.

The Shemalians were formidable warriors, and also patient negotiators. Their skills were needed and relied upon. They devised a way to release Fractal Configurations capable of being used as light ships compatible with their Scarabeos, to infiltrate the 4th & 5th dimensions and thereby implant upon the Brainwaves & Chakras Freshly Encoded information aimed at the Liberation of the senses of those bombarded with Eye Floaters.

There was a FRACTAL LIBERATION SOCIETY who supported such endeavors and felt strongly that Fractal Knowledge Should Belong to All of Those Willing to take Responsibility for it.

Fractals functioned on the biological level as a Blood Purifier and Electro-Magnetic Nutrient Supplement & Resonance support system that eradicates the Lower Based Frequencies of discomfort and ailment. And a Fractal Invasion was underway and at this point, all but unstoppable.

The Fractal Liberators understood that in having created the Moon that now governs the Earth,

Prometheus had also unwittingly unleashed from the pale precipice of Pandora’s pampered purse, a ‘BI-POLAR’ PLANET.

The Fractal Liberation Society of the Zooathalon knew very well that in life, nothing comes full circle. Since everything, life included, is on a Spiral, and is either going up or down, never just round and round. And that nothing disappears but only rests for a spell beneath the sheltering shade of the shadows & its sometimes shivering swoon, caught between the Solar Tides & an ever shifting moon.

Landlocked & Shell-Shocked, traumatized, cock blocked.

And they learned from their faithful friend Prometheus, the Son of the original Titans (and who mocked his father’s name while never having worn a Court Jester’s clothing) that We Are the Snake with the Tail in its Mouth and that most assuredly, THE WAGES OF SYNCHRONICITY ALWAYS PAY ON TIME, if not always on Schedule.

Post Script:

Forget the nonsense about Prometheus having been chained to the side of a mountain, with each day his liver being devoured by birds. That was a Zugebrian finessing of the facts. Instead, HE ATE BIRD Livers Daily & shared them with the Lions and Giraffes he befriended near his mountain retreat.

The mere fact that he would entertain even in his own mind, being helplessly eaten & dominated by birds, was as amusing as it was insane.

And Prometheus didn’t do chains.

In fact he was known to be so averse to anything even remotely cage like or suggestive thereof,

That he wouldn’t even wear Pin Striped Suits, because they reminded him too much of being behind bars.

Even thread sized Bars made of Silk & Fine Fabrics, were too much for his indifference to what they represented.

And Chain were Chains, even if only just painted on a wall or merely in the backdrop of the repressed imagination.

And for the same reason he never wore bracelets.

Nor would his Brave & Breathtaking Sons ever wear Braces on their teeth,

The same teeth with which they would devour the sins of the world.

And thus concludes these Fractal Fables!

By Sananda Maitreya for TreeHouse Publishing, Milano Italy, April 1st 2015.

May the Spirit of God Bless & Keep Yours!

Songs:

1. THE MARRIAGE OF NIGARO (3:27)

2. GIRAFFE (4:44)

3. I WANNA BREATHE (3:46)

4. I'M NOT ANGRY (I'M JUST MEAN) (4:12)

5. THE BIRDS ARE SINGING (3:11)

Credits:

Song 1: The Marriage of Nigaro

Drums, Piano, Congas, Maracas, Tambourine, Chimes, Organ, Strings, French Horns,

Fuzz Bass, Bass, Dobro Slide Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Song 2: Giraffe

Drums, Piano, Congas, Bongos, Sleigh Bells, Organ, Bells, Strings, Pan Flutes,

Bass, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Dobro Slide Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Song 3: I Wanna Breathe

Drums, Bass, Piano, Organ, Maracas, Sleigh Bells, Finger Cymbals, Dobro Slide Guitar,

12 String Acoustic Guitar, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Song 4: I’m Not Angry (I’m Just Mean)

Drums, Bass, Electric Guitars, Dobro Slide Guitar, Banjo, Piano, Organ, Moog Synth,

Strings, Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Song 5: The Birds Are Singing

Acoustic Guitars, Dobro Slide Guitar, Bongos, Maracas, Chimes, Mellotron Flutes,

Vocals: Sananda Maitreya.

Lyrics:

THE MARRIAGE OF NIGARO (3:27)

The Wedding was on Friday the 13th

The Biggest Crowd Venice Had Ever Seen!

Desdemona’s Father’s in Pain

‘Cause He Didn’t Raise Her for Othello’s Gain

But She had Faith in her Man

& So It Began

Time is on your side

If you are true

Do you take her hand?

Yes I Do! (5)

Here Comes Guitar John

He’s Bipolar with his Bifocals on

Here Comes the Barber of Seville

In a Cadillac with Genghis Khan

& Too Much Time to Kill

Shakespeare Was There with his Pen

& His Pills

Time is on your side

If you are true

Do you take her hand?

Yes I Do! (5)

Here comes Tarzan & Jane

Bringing Rice from the Boroughs

& Swinging on the Vines that Remain

Apollo’s Muses Were There

& I saw Calliope with Blue Notes

In Her Hair

Lochinvar Was Rocking His Car

With Beethoven at the Piano Bar

Time is on your side

If you are true

Do you take her hand?

Yes I Do! (5)

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GIRAFFE (4:44)

Giraffe

The Kind that really makes me laugh

The Kind that makes me happy

To sit around & sing on your behalf

Your neck is longer than my path

But equal to my distance

And do you fall asleep

& Count your sheep

Or the promises that you keep?

‘Cause it all depends on you!

Giraffe

I’d like to have your Autograph

Please sign it to ‘Sananda’

& Wave your Magic Wand All Over Me

& How Far Can You Really See,

Skyscrapers In The City?

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street

For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

Giraffe

Have you ever felt a draft

When you were in the army

Stuck in traffic with your

Golden Calf?

& Who helps you with

All the Math

When you pay your taxes?

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street

For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

I Could Use Your Vision On the Street

For the Promises I Must Keep

‘Cause it all depends on you!

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I WANNA BREATHE (3:46)

Assassinate Me With your Quarrels

Annihilate Me with your Morals

I Don’t Really Want your Laurels

I Wanna Breathe

I GARNER that you are Here to Kill Me

If I Were not ‘Black’ you’d Feel Me

So I will Scream until you Hear Me

“I Wanna Breathe”!!!

I WANNA BREATHE

FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH

BECAUSE I TRUST

JUST WHAT I SAID

At Night I Wake Up in my Sleep

Counting Slights instead of Sheep

I Pray that my Soul to Keep

I Wanna Breathe

I’m Not Angry, I’m Just Mean

If Color Lines are all you See

If I’m a Dog, then you’re a Flea *

I Wanna Breathe

I WANNA BREATHE

FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH

BECAUSE I TRUST

JUST WHAT I SAID

The fables of Misfortune favors

HEADLINES that will Sell the Papers

Before My Coffin Closes

Filled with Roses

I Wanna Breathe

I WANNA BREATHE

FROM OUT OF MY MOUTH

BECAUSE I TRUST

JUST WHAT I SAID

I Wanna Breathe!

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I'M NOT ANGRY (I'M JUST MEAN) (4:12)

Strange

How All the People Around you

Change

When your Destiny is in

Chains

& Your Gravity is

Outweighed

By All the Pressure it’s Seen

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean (2)

I Came

From A Cloud of Dust

That Hangs

Over the Whispering

Of My Name

& The Blood Running

Through My Veins

& Jumping Out Of My Scream

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean (2)

I Was A Lonely Pilgrim

I Was A Native Son

My Feet Couldn’t Find

Time To Kill Them

So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

Crying

Is A Waste Of

A Good Man’s

Time

So Accusers Can

Stand In Line

Even Wilson Pickett

Could Carry your Sign

It Won’t Matter to me

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean (2)

I Was A Lonely Pilgrim

I Was A Native Son

My Feet Couldn’t Find

Time To Kill Them

So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

I Dig Deep

& What I Fail To Find

I Keep

Beneath A Mountain

Of Memories

Synchronicity

Pays My Wage

& Keeps My Apples Green

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean

I Was A Lonely Pilgrim

I Was A Native Son

My Feet Couldn’t Find

Time To Kill Them

So on Achilles’ Heels I Run

The Grave

Is No Bigger For Those

Who Are Brave

If You Count

All the Love You Save

Light your Candles

& Turn the Page

But Don’t Come Looking For Me

‘Cause I’m Not Angry

I’m Just Mean (4)

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THE BIRDS ARE SINGING (3:11)

I Don’t Want to Spend my Days

In Misery, Anticipating

Everyday is Such an Opportunity

To Live in the Moment

Live in the Moment

Horses Gallop through the Fields

The Flowers Blossom in the Garden

Why Should I Hang on to Fear &

Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress?

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

& In My Heart

A Bell is Ringing

& Life Is Short

Is What I’m Thinking

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

Willows Swaying in the Breeze

A Child is Playing by the River

Showing me that There Is More than

Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

& In My Heart

A Bell is Ringing

& Life Is Short

Is What I’m Thinking

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

I Don’t Want to Spend my Days

In Misery, Anticipating

Everyday is Such an Opportunity

To Live in the Moment

Live in the Moment

Heaven Floating in my Heart

Makes Me Happy & Excited

I’m Laughing as I’m Letting Go of

Stress, Stress, Stress & More Stress

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

& In My Heart

A Bell is Ringing

& Life Is Short

Is What I’m Thinking

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing

When Just Outside

The Birds Are Singing!

The Rise Of The Zugebrian Time Lords Instrumentals

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Track List – Volume I

Track List – Volume II

Single Tracks

VOLUME 1

1. YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE THAT GIRL (2:26)

2. BLANKET ON THE GROUND (3:28)

3. THE MARRIAGE OF NIGARO (3:28)

4. GIRAFFE (4:38)

5. ZUGEBRIAN BLUES (2:44)

6. LES PAUL MAN (LOVE IS LOVE) (3:25)

7. I'M NOT ANGRY (I'M JUST MEAN) (4:10)

8. THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON (3:16)

9. NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME (2:59)

10. MR. CASANOVA (3:43)

11. APOLOGIZE TO HER (3:48)

12. I WANNA BREATHE (3:48)

13. SNOWGLOBIA (3:15)

14. PARADISE POSTPONED (4:44)

VOLUME 2

1. ANDIAMO TUTTI A CASA (0:48)

2. THE BIRDS ARE SINGING (3:10)

3. IF I FELL (4:16)

4. SIAMO QUI (3:13)

5. METAMORPHEUS (4:00)

6. YES YOU! (4:11)

7. ALLERGIC (3:16)

8. IT’S YOURS (4:01)

9. JAMAICA BLUE (4:01)

10. WE CAN ALL GO HOME (3:31)

11. I’LL BE BACK (4:07)

12. PARADISE POSTPONED PRELUDE (4:09)

13. BODY & SOUL (3:24)

Making Of

INTRO_

CREDITS_

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

Chapter 1: ‘SCARABEO’

(The Hypothesis of Hippopotamus: The Mission Begins)

The Rise Of The Zugebrian Time Lords - Chapter 2 'Snowglobia'

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

Chapter 2: ‘SNOWGLOBIA’

Chapter 2: ‘SNOWGLOBIA’

LYRICS:

The Rise Of The Zugebrian Time Lords CHAPTER 3: ‘PLASMA SCREAMS’

The RISE Of The Zugebrian Time Lords CHAPTER 3:

‘PLASMA SCREAMS’ (The Bloodlines vs. The Timeline)

LYRICS for 'PLASMA SCREAMS'

Ch. 4 'THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON'

CHAPTER 4: THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON.

‘ROLLING WITH LUCIFER’S DICE, STOLEN FROM THE RUINS OF PARADISE.’

Chapter 4: ‘THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & THEY KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON’ (Part 1)

LYRICS:

CREDITS:

ZTL Ch.5_ ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

CHAPTER 5

ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

'ONE MAN'S PLAYGROUND IS ANOTHER MAN'S GRAVEYARD'

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

Chapter 5

ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

Chapter 6: ‘FRACTAL FABLES & THE WAGES OF SYNCHRONICITY’

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

CHAPTER 6

FRACTAL FABLES & THE WAGES OF SYNCHRONICITY

Lyrics:

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