Bright Eyes - Clairaudients (Kill or Be Killed) lyrics

Cassadaga, oh yeah
That's where you're going to
Find the center of
Energy and they've got those in
Arizona too you know, there's
I know that there's wonderful
Grounds that have vortexes
That you might be interested in
Going to and then
Go to Nevada and then go to California and
Then come south and go
Back through Arizona and
Go through Texas you know what I'm saying?

Getting rid of the old feelings of the
Old ways of thinking, and, you know
It's kind of like with people
And the tarot cards
Just because you get the Death card doesn't
Mean death or dying it
Means transformation it means
Changing things around and
Starting something new

Cause I was pulling in on a
On a dog or companion
Somehow I get the impression that
You're almost a little afraid
To start the trip it doesn't have to be
A straight line happy face, but make
Kind of a happy face, i mean kind of
A smile go up, up the east coast
But it's gonna be a circle
You know what I'm saying? It's
Gonna be a sloppy circle

Don't be afraid you know, years and years
And years ago, you know, you might
You might have come across some river and
Rock and the mountains or whatever
And then when you get there maybe
You'll have the answers you seek

We have moved into a new era and life as
We know it is changing
Your relationships, career
And location will all be subject with
An energy allow me to share
With you tips that will assist
You during these new times:
Don't give up hope on yourself
No just be patient about the
Fact that, be patient about how
Things are unfolding because psychically
You're less why are you
Afraid to start? I think you should go
I think you should go you
Know, plan ahead, pack the things that
You think you're gonna need
And then just go cassadaga might be just a
Premonition of a place you're going to visit

Corporate or Colonial
The movement is unstoppable
Like the body of a centerfold, it spreads
To the counter-culture copyright
Get your revolution at a lower price
Or make believe and throw the fight
Play dead

It's exploding bags, aerosol cans
Southbound buses, Peter Pan
They left it up to us again
I thought you knew the drill
It's kill or be killed

Future Markets, Holy Wars
Been tried ten thousand times before
If you think that God is keeping score
Hooray for the freedom-fighting simulcast
The imminent and the aftermath
Draw another bloody bath to drain

Like the polar icecaps' centrifuge
First snowman built at the end of June
He slicks his hair for the interview
His fifteen-minute fame
Would you agree times have changed?