Trust me.

I

Ain’t no saints at this party
Everybody is a sinner ’round here
Ain’t place for beginners
There ain’t no beginning ’round here.

Now you can go East Coast
And go call home
Nobody’s getting flowers round here

And if it turns your head for
Something that you said
Well no sense getting nervous
Over comments like this.

Chorus

It ain’t no lie
I’ll always tell you why
They’ll always make you cry.
Those guys can’t give you what you want.

It ain’t no ride
I’ll always tell you why
They’ll always make you cry.
Those guys can’t give you what you want.

I know what you want.

II

Wait.
What you carrying in your pocket?
What’s that comin’ out your pocket out here?
Are you carrying any heat there in your pocket?
Are you planning on healing with your pocket?
Are any servants in there?
Now if you can’t stay home
To blow your horn
No personal incentives round here
And if you go alone
To bring it on home
There ain’t no percentage
Doing drama like this.

Chorus

(Silicon Valley Rap)

Hey baby let me give it to you
I am the prophet in your ear.
I know the SIM
And now I am the limit
And I am the motor over here.

Hey, hey baby let me tell you.
I’ve overheard about you.
I know the truth
You know,
I know what’s new.
You know,
I know what’s good about you.

Hey baby you will give it to me.
I have the data over here
I am the gimmick
I set the limit.
I am the motor over here

I know your fears
As I turn the gears.
And I control all the rhythms that you hear.

I control all the damage
I control all the fear
I create all the magic
I control all the stops.

III

Ain’t no saints at this party
Everybody is a sinner ’round here
Ain’t place for beginners
There ain’t no beginning ’round here.

Now you can go East Coast
And go call home
Nobody’s getting flowers round here

And if it turns your head for
Something that we said
Well no use getting nervous
Over comments like this.

Chorus

Chari and Vari
We three went on safari
We punished the wind trapped in his new Ferrari

And we carried the violence
And then we stopped for gas
And then we danced.

II
Still three misfits details to follow
We carried Big Chief down the Colorado
We dug our holes
And we cleansed our souls
And then we smokum big piece pipe through the night
And then we danced.

The world seemed a creature of infinite means.
The trees seemed a canvas of infinite seas.

But the trees have an end
And the seas have an end
Everything that you know.
It’s hard to digest
The experience.

Odds we make it.
Some times you don’t make it.
Hope we make it!
No matter what,
It’s all an experience
That we share.

The world is a creature of infinite needs.
The seas are an ocean of infinite dreams.
But the seas have an end
And the trees have an end
Everything that you see.
It’s hard to accept
This experience.

Odds you make it.
Some times we don’t make it.
Hope we make it!
No matter what,
It’s all an experience
That we’ll share.

Hymn

There’s a train coming round the bend
I feel it Glory bound.
Smoking lights
The air ignites
The engines never stop.

Until it reaches every town and then
Every stretch of living rail
Don’t pretend you cannot hear
This Zion never failed.

There’s a great train coming round the bend
I see we’re Glory bound.
Stronger than you’ll ever know
The engines turning round

Until it reaches every point unknown
Hail towns!
Hail Cloud!
Hail, friend!

No one there
Be spared the rod!
This science never rests.

III-a

Tell me gently
Of the day when
All the world was new.

All the trains
That set the clocks.
The ball and chain
The endless drops.
It all maintains
And never stops.
It all begins
And there you are.

III-b

Tell me gently
Of the day when
All the world was new.

All the days
You never got.
They’re only things
A place to shop.
The lonely world
That felt so hot.
That insane drive
That will not stop.

Sermon

A man woke up one morning to a beautiful sunrise.
Feelings of boundless gratitude welled within him.
And though he knew it to be a fruitless exercise,
And that the riches of the world literally had no end,
He nevertheless decided that he would honour his Creator
By exploring, to the best of his abilities,
The boundaries of God’s creation.
Yet coming to the end of his long survey,
The man who had previous determined that the world was limitless
Now came to a different conclusion.

And there you are.