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Planet Hashish
04:26
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Welcome to the planet Hashish
there are no dreams, no make a wish.
Plant a seed then grow a tree,
ground is good and sea is also green.
Welcome to the planet Hashish
there is no pain, not even one disease.
No human greed, no gun machines
we do not age, kids with no genes.
- Welcome to the planet Hashish -
Galaxy Hash twenty-eighty-eight
we evolved with our pagan fate.
Eco houses and garbage collection
due to a long-standing courteous connection.
Welcome to our desert of smoke
pass it around, ride 'n' toke.
Bloodstone wizards are high 'n' tall,
all together as one until it ends us all.
- Welcome to the planet Hashish -
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Breathe
02:55
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Would you like to see the world,
like never before.
Squeeze the train brakes and
stop this war.
I would like to know that I have breathed before,
overprepared for this pain since i was born.
I would like to see,
my lost eyes in the red sand.
I would like to be,
the first native blood red.
Would you like to see the sky,
like never before.
Pulling the trigger on world,
straight to the core.
I breathe again as I
breathed before.
Stick around to feel and hear
my final roar.
I would like to see,
my lost eyes in the red sand.
I would like to be,
the first native blood red.
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Instrumental
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Orange Moon
05:47
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You should be there as everyone says,
tonight is gonna be full moon dance,
Witches will rise and Wizards will rest,
we're going on spiritual quest.
WE SHOULD PRAY TO THE ORANGE MOON,
STAY AROUND FOR THAT MYSTICAL DOOM.
To resent us, you need to be brave.
Children of the Sun await another day.
The doors of bloody times are open wide,
don't you go where all fortune has died,
orange moon could feed your hunger,
no matter how old you are you'll feel younger.
WE SHOULD PRAY TO THE ORANGE MOON,
STAY AROUND FOR THAT MYSTICAL DOOM.
To resent us, you need to be brave.
Children of the Sun await another day.
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Weed Wagon
02:47
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Weed wagon runs fine,
full of hash that's all mine.
Lizards will show you the way,
coyotes got nothing to say.
To ride is to fly,
to be caged is to die.
We drive until we can't see,
this life shouldn't be free.
We could easily crash and burn,
before life takes another turn.
To ride is to fly,
to be caged is to die.
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Shamans Horse
03:21
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Mescalin is one way to pray,
silience is another way to say.
We are running with our buried legs,
who's drowning in golden dry sand.
They are calling someone else's name.
Healing, I'm taking your blame.
Shamans Horse could feed your soul
Spirit posession has taken it's toll.
I CAN'T REMEMBER MY NAME
THESE LIGHTS LOOK ALL THE SAME
THAT DRUM NEVER LOOKED AWAY
TAKE ME, I'M HERE TO STAY
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Desert Eye
04:55
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Old spaceship that's run by fools
crashed into valley of ancient ghouls
follow the wind and make your way
chosen to fall and never to stay
as they fell strong, one man survived
there was a creation called Desert Eye
Desert has it's games
turning weak into braves
Desert has it's games
turning weak into graves
Dressed in black, riding cammels slow
man questioned himself wheter i should go
hiding under the rock, breathing slower as he could
founded by the native ghouls, loud and rude
bound up, faced at the sky
to draw them again accient Desert Eye
Desert has it's games
turning weak into braves
Desert has it's games
turning weak into graves
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8. |
The Hasheesh Eater
03:47
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My first impression of this world was
I have to leave.
I tried to be one of a kind
young, well read & unblind .
Searching for answers
in places where all hope is gone.
Reading & traveling anytime anywhere
I could exist, I could care.
BUT NOW I'M CHANGED
I DO NOT CARE
I'M STONE, I'M PETER
THE OLD HASHEESH EATER
I was in spaceship
with one way ticket to hash.
My heart had no borders
my hands were ready to build.
Hand made wasn't expression
it lived through our kind.
Brought up with the natives, free as a bird
learned to scream, sounds of the herd
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Fishermans F(r)iend
06:40
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As the night sets my labor begins
Cold winter breeze embraces my limbs
Staring at the glass sea surface
Hoping night will keep calmness
The sun dives at the west
As its going to its final rest
Gray tide rises with waves
Wind goes strong, becoming insane...
I am the hunter
My time is now
To take from the sea
The hunt has begun
Armed and ready, I await
Something grabs one of the baits
Grip gets tighter on the harpoon
Its blade lusters on the light of moon
Gargantuan fish vaults in the air
For a moment I catch its glare
I hurl my weapon, but miss my goal
Loose my ground and fall overboard...
I see my pray
Its time is gone
I take from the sea
The hunt has begun
Entagled in rope I gasp for air
Once more I can feel the glare
The beast now gets me from the back
And pulls me down to infinite black
Now tables have turned
My time is gone
I am the pray
The hunt is done
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Achachak Vučipolje, Croatia
Achachak is a Croatian stoner rock band from Vučipolje, Croatia.
Formed in 1999. Achachak has released
three EPs [Thick Hill, Pale Rider & Wet Grave] and two full-length albums [At The Bottom Of The Sea, High Mountain & Planet Hashish].
"Sounds like Matt Pike and Liz Buckingham having a child and the same child being raised by the band Clutch and sober Uncle Ozzy. "
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