1. |
Dark Forest
03:24
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2. |
Deep Blue
03:27
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I've never felt the Southern wind.
I saw the mountains, never climbed them.
I've never sweat the desert's heat.
Swam in the Ocean, but not the Deep Blue Sea.
I dug my toes into the sand.
I've climbed the trees all in the North land.
I've tasted rain, I've tasted snow.
Got caught on you, and I can't let go.
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3. |
Insects
04:54
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Like hairs on an arm are the trees on the Earth.
And we are the Insects who give ourselves worth.
And to rid of the pests she must fully render.
Something more natural what we call disaster.
It's the balance she needs when the scales start to tip.
It's too much of that when her body cries this.
It's not to be cruel but to teach you to bloom.
You were made of the dirt of the stars and the moon.
They tell us to see but they black out our eyes.
They tell us to breath when the waters will rise.
They tell us we're free and they slave us with lies.
This is what it's like when a planet cries.
Watch them all squirm and see them all crawl.
They're pulling down mountains and building up walls.
They're leaving their homes in the forest and trees.
Selling their lives for big words and dreams.
Just take a moment and smell all the flowers.
Enjoy the fresh air, swim with stars for 5 hours.
Don't get caught up in the place they created.
Give love back to nature, life's all what you make it.
They tell us to see but they black out our eyes.
They tell us to breath when the waters will rise.
Get under your skin and tear gas your eyes.
This is what it's like when a nation dies.
Like hairs on an arm are the trees on the Earth.
And we are the Insects who give ourselves worth.
And to rid of the pests she must fully render.
Something more natural what we call disaster.
It's the balance she needs when the scales start to tip.
It's too much of that when her body cries this.
It's not to be cruel but to teach you to bloom.
You were made of the dirt of the stars and the moon.
They tell us to see but they black out our eyes.
They tell us to breath when the waters will rise.
They tell us we're free and they slave us with lies.
This is what it's like when a planet cries.
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4. |
Late Night Cereal
05:53
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Heavy clouds set on my back.
Euphoria's about to take effect.
A melody pierces through my brain.
Whispered words sound all the same.
The hair on my neck stands up to the call.
Still waiting. Oh, waiting;
For the sky to crumble and fall.
A bass bellows low,
to the listeners below.
And the sound from the drums make me move so slow.
Let's groove a step or two.
Watch the trails turn green to blue.
Back to green, watch the screen.
It's an optimistic thing;
letting music, come within.
Hell yeah, makes my feet start dancin'
Hush, listen.
The show's about to begin.
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5. |
Get A Job
04:33
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He said, Hey Kid.
Do what you wanna do.
Don't do as I, and be unhappy what you choose.
There's plenty left to learn, for a youngster such as you.
Find your jive, lay your groove, put your hands to better use.
He said Go, oh, oh,
Get a Job
Sing your songs and plant some seeds.
Grow the flowers for the bees.
Craft your box, dig for rocks,
Run from hounds or hunt the fox.
Give up worry for the trees.
Crawl in mud up to your knees.
Pay it forward, paint the morning, while you sail the seven seas.
He said Go, oh, oh,
Get a Job
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6. |
Catchin' Bass
06:34
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HE PUT UP A GOOD FIGHT!
HE PUT UP A GOOD FIGHT!
HE PUT UP A GOOD FIGHT!
HE PUT UP A GOOD FIGHT!
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7. |
Planetary Shuffle
06:26
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I'm an old stray cat.
I've got years around.
I danced for my meals.
I grooved town to town.
Made my way on down.
From on top of the mountain.
In the far North trees.
To the the warmer South land.
I met a Southern belle.
And she stole my heart's home.
She moved her's in it's place and she called mine.
She called mine her own
She called mine her own.
She gave me a home.
She calls me her own.
She writes her thoughts.
When the mood arises.
In her secret book of her life's surprises.
And she sleeps to dream.
Of love and space.
My hand to guide I find her's in the same place.
I call her my own
I call her my own.
I gave her a home.
I call her my own.
She fills my sky.
Her, burning Star.
With luminescent, effervescent, love that questions where the time went
And if it is at all relevant.
When the days seem to make up just one moment.
And in that flash i feel my soul sent.
Far beyond this lovely planet.
We call it our own.
We call it our own.
We made it our home.
We called Earth our home.
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8. |
Spaceship
06:15
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Open your mind.
Let the sounds flow inside.
And alter your thoughts.
With no concept of time.
Swim out to space.
As she flows through your veins.
Gaze through the stars to a far distant place.
Reflections of you, glow as bright as the moon.
Shaped by crimson and yellow and a deep ocean blue.
Open your heart.
Lines on the paper become art.
Drawing in clouds.
That's where our love can start.
Ascend to the sky in our
Spaceship.
Pull the tail of a comet on our next light speed trip.
Reflections of you, glow as bright as the moon.
Shaped by crimson and yellow and a deep ocean blue.
And when we transcend and leave our bodies behind.
We'll travel through time to a new state of mind.
The stars will map out how we lived and how we died.
And the reflections of you, when you look up at the moon.
When you look up at the moon.
When you look up at the moon.
Reflections of you, glow as bright as the moon.
Shaped by crimson and yellow and a deep ocean blue.
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9. |
8 Hours
06:28
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Once again we're off the ground.
Vulnerable to lights and sounds.
You're asking us to come around.
There's six hours left and only two down.
So we'll float down a stream.
Through our consciousness and dreams.
Filled by love, it would make you scream.
And start bursting at the seams.
Is time up yet, we've gone so far.
So deep inside, it's cold and dark.
So close now i can taste the stars.
And see so clearly what you are.
In the place where colors melt.
I'll take your hand as a safety belt.
No, No! Don't accept what fate has dealt.
Follow what your heart just felt.
The eight are up and your mind is clear.
Another trip is coming near.
In due time, my friend, you hear.
But next time we'll bring trippin' gear.
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10. |
The Beast
03:58
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Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Who let the beast in?
Who let the beast in?
Always something new, chomping at your heel.
Spreading far around the world.
Comfort sat, and fat unfurled.
Every time it comes around
We hear that old creepy, scratchin' sound.
Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Who let the beast in?
Who let the beast in?
Always something new, chomping at your heel.
Beg borrow or steal to catch a warm meal.
Beg borrow or steal, to catch a warm eel.
Always something new, chomping at your heel.
Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Oh, eh, oh Sweet thing.
Who let the beast in?
Who let the beast in?
Always something new, chomping at your heel.
Always something new, chomping at your heel.
Always something new, chomping at your heel.
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11. |
Lil' Birdie, Fat Cat
07:10
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Little birdie on a wire.
Sings a song for the moon to retire.
Oh, the sun's come up.
Another day is here.
Smiling from ear to ear.
Get up, step out, and your mind is clear.
Fat cat on a fence.
Singing a song to all of his friends.
Oh, the day is through.
Singing, put on your dancing shoes.
Get up, step out.
Shake off the morning blues.
Fat cat on a fence.
Singing a song with all of his friends.
Oh, the day's not through.
Singing, put on your dancing shoes.
Get up, step out.
Let your mind let loose.
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