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Nug Nascentum

by Potslammer

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Nug Nascentum was recorded live in two parts with vocals dubbed over.

lyrics

You trampled the garden, the strain within. The bearer of sacred seed bore witness. The keef will rain chronic manna. Suffer the Tetrahydron, ye who defect. Toke of the foliage I have brought down. Adorned with a crown of nugs and karif gown. In the bowl burns the sacrament. Granting thy mind empyrean. Up from the rivers come wells. Drown us, deluge. High in the mountain she dwells. So long growing. Fill the valleys with Green Primordium. Skies abound with clouds. Bud is flowing. Receive it. Weed doth abound. Return it. We are the acolytes from the Hash Satellite. We tore the ether when the Sinsemilla sprang to life.

Bow down to the throne in the ground. We grow in your earth to sully the white-eyed. We've come for your world. You'll see monsters and woes of every kind. You can never reckon the power of the Herb. We have come to save thee. Preachers of the acolytic bud nation. Reefer redeemers. Now have I seized ultraviolet crown I have laid my seeds in the brilliant crystalline ground. Fly me on wings of green leaf toward Nugnonia. Herald thy dankest diluvion spoil.

Genesis. Seed. Entombed. Cradled in earth I wait. Absent from sun. Elixr of life bleeds through. I'm nourished by an unfelt hand. Sprout forth germ. No dirt nor worm halts my ascent. Weed springs. Herb birth. Nug Nascentum. Have you not defiled the Herb? Have you not cut stalk from earth? Have you not poisoned her seed? Thou hast disgraced our Mother Weed. Have you not smoked of the tree? Fallen you not her green release? Thou hast broken holy bongs. Rip the spliff and float on. I have budded a budding fantastic. Take me and light me aflame. Pass me among men. Where was I? You were looking for the Holy Trichome Conjurer. Step outside the Ectoether. Now arise.

credits

released April 20, 2016
Guitar/Amplifiers/Vocals: Holy Trichome Conjurer Bud Pots
Drums/Doobs: Joint Chief Leif Lammer

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Wesley Heaton at the Pop Machine in Indianapolis, IN
Logo by Anthony Hampton
All music written by Potslammer

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