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Stash​/​Methods for Attaining Extreme Altitudes

by Bongzilla

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This remastered, repackaged, reissue of BONGZILLA's first full-length album and Relapse EP will give you a contact buzz all over again. Stash/ Methods... proves that BONGZILLA was as far ahead of their time as they were behind it.

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released October 29, 2007

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Track Name: Gestation
Plant a seed, watch it grow
We're going to reap what we sow
Yeah, the Earth she does know
She lets us grow what we grow
Yeah, the days they are long
Make you grow up to be strong
Yeah, my woman she will bloom
All the buds we'll take soon

90 days, 90 nights, we'll wait for the light
It will change to the twelve, then to ten it will go
When it hits the ten, we are near heaven
And the time it is ripe, to take all her life

Cut, cut down
Hung, hung upside down
Cure, cure her
Then, then the wait
Cure, cure us
Then, then the smoke
Track Name: Sacred Smoke
Yeah, the sun it rises in the east everyday
You can see it's the same, then you'll see it my way
Yeah, the sun it sets in the west where it grows
Yeah, the best I heard, dreadlock man he say so

There they sit at the foot of the mountain
Taking hits of the sacred smoke
Fire rips at their lungs
Holy mountain take us away

Yeah, the sun it rises in the east everyday
You can see it's the same, then you'll see it my way
Yeah, the sun it sets in the west where it grows
Yeah, the best I heard, dreadlock man he say so

There they sit at the foot of the mountain
Taking hits of the sacred smoke
Fire rips at their lungs
Holy mountain take us away
Track Name: American
[Instrumental]
Track Name: Budgun/T.H.C.
Load bongs, not guns
Load bongs, not guns
Load bongs, not guns
Load bongs, not guns

If you want to blow sky high
Take another hit, let's fly

Load bongs, not guns
Load bongs, not guns
Load bongs, not guns
Load bongs, not guns

If you want to blow sky high
Take another hit, let's fly

T.H.C.
T.H.C.
T.H.C.
Here, here, here
Track Name: Grog Lady
There they sit all alone
Up she walks and she asks
Can you help hide me
From the man, he wants to take
My house where I live in the park everyday
On the Grog you'll see everything that I see

Hey you kids, do you smoke, yeah, smoke marijuana
Yeah, we do, come with me, we will drink from the cup
You will see all the visions that I see on the Grog
In the park you will see everything that I see

Hey there Grog Lady, drink with me
I want to hear the stories of misery
All the junkies with needles in their arms
Dead in a heap
Track Name: Harvest
Harvest comes
Purple kush
Herbal infestation

Harvest comes
Purple kush
Herbal infestation
Track Name: P.O.W.
There he sits behind the bars they put him in
Waiting for the day it all begins
When he can take another hit again
It's his right by birth of the Mother Earth
She grew you, me and the weed
Now it's time to take up arms and fight

There he sits behind the bars they put him in
Waiting for the day it all begins
When he can take another hit again
It's his right by birth of the Mother Earth
She grew you, me and the weed
Now it's time to take up arms and fight

Prisoner of war
Prisoner of war
Track Name: Under The Sun
[Black Sabbath cover]

I don't want no Jesus freak to tell me what it's about
No black magician telling me to get my soul out
Don't believe in violence, I don't even believe in peace
I've opened the door now and my mind has been released

I don't want no preacher telling me about the God in the sky
I don't want no one to tell me where I'll go when I die
I live my life, I don't want people telling me what to do
I believe in myself, 'cause no one else is true

Every day just comes and goes
Life is one big overdose
People drive to ruination
I can see through their frustration

People hiding their real faces
Each one running their rat race
Behind each flower, there grows a weed
In their world of make-believe

Believe what I tell you, it's the only way you'll find in the end
Believe in yourself and you shouldn't have to pretend
Don't let those empty people interfere with your mind
Live your life, leave them all far behind