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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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