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NARRATOR: On this episode of The Local Groove presents, Mellow Honey playing psychedelic funk rock.

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NARRATOR: The following program was produced in the Dr. Keiko Miwa WPSU Production Studio in University Park, Pennsylvania.

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Welcome to the Mellow Honey experience.

My name is Martin B, the ref supreme.

We got raps, the mobster, the dumpster, thugs to play, and the bass guitar.

Dylan Holmes tonight on the percussion when the rhythm begins when the music is in session.

And together we are the three from space pioneers, Mellow Honey.

[mellow honey, "untitled"] (SINGING) Do you feel out of touch to somebody we surround?

I will stop my head from beating.

Hating folks around.

Evolving like a girl.

I will stop the vicious cycle.

[inaudible] Do you feel out of touch to somebody we surround?

I will stop my head from beating.

Hating folks around.

Evolving like a girl.

I can end the vicious cycle.

[inaudible] Pick up the pieces.

Broken and out of place.

I would prepare for your words, but they're tethering me.

[inaudible] will never let you go.

Like a statue, I crumble, I'm sick to the bone.

I'll carry the sorrow and tell her the words to leave.

I [inaudible] tethering me.

[inaudible] I will never let you go.

Till the castles have crumbled, I'm sick to the bone.

[mellow honey, "castle gate"] (SINGING) Ideology unfolding like a spiderweb.

You can feel the wave of terror forming wicked lonesome dread.

Neurologically converging.

Digitizing twin.

Deafen thoughts of insurrection.

Mutiny is sin.

Whoa.

Incognizant diagnoses feed the wired minds.

Suffocate the inquisition.

Fluorine intertwined.

Steady state of desolation.

Ambition aligned.

Feed the open hand of power.

Offer up your mind.

Whoa.

[mellow honey, "glass corridor"] (SINGING) Exploitation, oscillation, a corridor is full of lies.

It's a faceless world with faceless people living faceless lives.

Silicon fusion, digital illusion, the lithium eye's on you.

You're just the a penny in the pocket of a power-hungry coward staring from the tower at you.

Whoa.

Fools keep watching numbers growing, eyes always pointed down.

Dopamine tripping, time starts slipping, and you're six feet underground.

Neurons wired, retinas tired, sleep's flown out the door.

Looking for the answers to a fabricated terror in the glass corridor.

Whoa.

[MELLOW HONEY, "DIPLOMACY DELIRIUM"] (SINGING) Distorted human in social ruin.

A burning desire to feed the fire.

Exalted figure, the symbol of anger.

All can clearly recognize him.

Broken child is standing idle.

Paraded messiah is brewing inside him.

The painted faces, he picks up the pieces ignorantly mimicking him.

Sick for ages, we turn the pages to reconcile the shame inside us.

Occupation disinformation.

Steadily we lose our patience.

Sick for ages, we turn the pages to reconcile the shame inside us.

Count the loses.

They're soon forgotten.

A generation broken-hearted.

[MELLOW HONEY, "THE SUGAR STONE"] (SINGING) I was in a daze till the sun broke in and woke my mind.

I look in the mirror to see my eyes are dreary and my face is a ghostly white.

Supplemental stimulants keep me up throughout the day.

Half life ain't enough life, so I titrate to stay awake.

But I'm 15 miles from the nearest sugar store.

And I sure as hell can't make it on my own.

Diplomats and money cats demand a longer stay.

I'll push a pill, there's time to kill, I'll work so hard today.

Cause lately I don't recognize these thoughts inside my head.

Oh, I really, really, really wanna crush some grass and fly to the moon instead.

But I'm 15 miles from the nearest sugar store.

I'll let these cravings eat my brain a little more.

Whoa.

[mellow honey, "space waste"] (SINGING) A million years of sleeping at the wheel confirmed our fears.

Seven stones obscure the sun and we know it's a little bit different here.

With great fatigue, we brazenly traverse the smoky haze.

Seeing black, we're holding back our sentimental gaze.

[MELLOW HONEY, "WITHERED GARDEN"] (SINGING) Plastic lie.

Oceans rise.

Rivers dry.

Peace of mind is what we said.

Nuclear.

Gardener.

God's acre filled with poison water.

Taint the skies.

Hear the cries.

Brush aside victims of your craving.

Imminent.

Looming death.

Gaea's breath fouled by our blindness.

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