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Riot
04:53
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RIOT
Make way we come on
Make way for reason
Make way we come on
Make way we’re leaving
woo woo
We’re entering the age of reason
Never better time for leaving
When you get a sign believe it
A never better time to leave it
Why not just finally get an instrument not used for evil
fate is a timely death with meaning from the webs we weave
I look and think a bit on what and where and how the wind blows
It is a fickle thing
Can set us back or push us forward
I raise my head and sing on each and every single morning
and when the chorus sings the song is heard for miles around
Riot Riot Riot
When the moment come
I feel it
When the moment’s here
I hope you’ll feel it too
Make way we come on
Make way for reason
Make way we come on
Make way we’re leaving
woo woo
We’re entering the age of reason
Never better time for leaving
When you get a sign believe it
A never better time to leave it
Why not just finally get an instrument not used for evil
fate is a timely death with meaning from the webs we weave
I look and think a bit on what and where and how the wind blows
It is a fickle thing
Can set us back or push us forward
I raise my head and sing on each and every single morning
and when the chorus sings the song is heard for miles around
Riot Riot Riot
When the moment come
I feel it
When the moment’s here
I hope you’ll feel it too
when the moment come
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2. |
Weirdly Weathered
06:18
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WEIRDLY WEATHERED
The moon isn’t such an easy mountain to move
nothing but breeze in the eye
pounds of brick, mud and paper
caves of gold, nothing is safer
to move every moon just with your eye
I wanna know, is nothing sacred?
no, no, no nothing is fake and
be bold so nothing will chase you this life
just hold to your dream
don’t forsake it, you’ll grow
learn to keep dough then bake it
don’t throw it away
life is sacred, alright
how to get the party going?
spin it on the circle throne
weirdly weathered record
turn it high
the groove
of an old and overused good record
you have printed inside of your mind
ounces thick and weirdly weathered
the sides of its seams all taped together
it holds some of the soul keeps it alive
when I’m dead, I don’t want your tears
I’d rather instead
my songs belong to all not me not mine
dead!
songs will echo o’er the hills of red
songs belong to all, not me not
songs belong to all, not me not mine
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3. |
Rubberband
02:37
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RUBBERBAND
Rubberbands, rubberbands, rubberbands
on the railroad track
Who put the rubberband, who put the rubberband
on that track?
Woo woo
barrel ‘round the bend
choo choo
a hundred thousand miles an hour
woo woo
this trip’ll never end
choo choo
the speed this takes makes the cowboys cower
(chorus)
Oh no!
something’s up ahead
Don’t go!
pull the break instead
Won’t slow!
engine rolling fast down the mountain
Fo’ sho’!
we gonna end up dead
(chorus)
Woo woo
get that out the way
choo choo
stretched across two trees
woo woo
we’re gonna hit it, best lay low
choo choo
rolls backward on the breeze
Track road rail, track road rail
the on rubberband
track the on rubberband, track the on rubberband
the put who
Look back!
there’s another one
No slack!
it’s stretched out in the sun
Broke brakes!
we’re gonna hit it, best hold on
Ground shakes!
our little train is done.
(chorus)
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Roll Bus Roll
Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up.
Roll bus roll, take me up.
Midnight coming on a Monday night.
I'm gonna go again because I don't feel right.
Quick pack, knapsack, quick snack, quick train.
42nd street, Greyhound again.
Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up.
Roll bus roll, take me up.
Old bodegas and old streetlights
Harlem looks so warm tonight.
All those cheap desserts, memory hurts, I could die,
gotta to take 2 Tylenol and close my eyes.
Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up.
Roll bus roll, take me up.
I wasn't designed to move so fast
I wasn't designed to have so much past
And in my minds eye we all had so much fun,
Nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run
the sun setting on my youth makes that old shadow get taller,
its all fine as long as the bus makes the city behind me get smaller and smaller.
Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up.
Roll bus roll, take me up.
Two weeks in England, two weeks in town.
Another hundred bucks of medication down.
Another sorry message that I need to send.
It’s another situation that I have to end.
A midnight coming on a Monday night
I'm gonna go again because I don’t feel right
Its a bitter pill, and it's still the same
42nd Street, Greyhound again.
If I get one seat, I hope it's the window.
And if I get two seats I'll just lie down.
And if I get one seat, and it's just the aisle,
I'll still be asleep before the hundredth mile.
And then inside some kind of dream,
and inside that some tiny me,
and outside us rolls the bus
and the time will go by till inside me I am asleep,
Roll bus roll, take me off
A rolled sweatshirt makes the window soft
If I fall asleep, don't wake me up.
Roll bus roll, take me up.
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5. |
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VIDEO GAMES WITH REAL GUNS
When the wrecking ball makes all come down
When you’re standing in your destroyed town
You take picture on your phone
Send it to the drones
Send it to the clones
Perhaps the pic will end up viral
Thousands will pretend they care
Your pain and grief will make you famous
But you’re still standing there, dust collecting in your hair
Till you finally start to walk away
Everywhere you go they think you’re homeless
That’s not exactly what you are though
Your home was destroyed, and now you’ve nowhere to go
Into the mountains where you’re looking down
See it’s happening to every town
People doing it are playing games
Video games with real guns, and don’t say it ain’t a shame
So you attempt to bring them back
To reality through desperation
They cannot see the lives they take
Sat at a desk with numbers spilling out of their hands
Your vision grows across the world
Finding its way to all the boys and girls
They spill into the streets in numbers too large to contain
But are they desperate as you?
It’s not the numbers but the drive inside
You’ve got to show them that the fight is alive
Got break the shell of protected ignorance
Expose the innocence and teach the clone how to cry.
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6. |
Wander
06:06
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WANDER
I wander ‘round
not a square or rhombus
circle the town
I wander ‘round
with my headphones in
it gives the scene a theme
no one hears but for me
it’s my personal and private symphony
no-one sees the sacred jig in my feet
except the lady on the balcony
I’m happy
happy all alone now
I’m glad
glad to be by myself
no ones
asking me no question
finally
I finally got my work done
I’m leaving
leaving until tomorrow
for now
got money no need to borrow
I’m making
making my way around
got the loud of the city blocks out
listening to the sound of music
Earlier today I woke up late and had to hurry to business
I made my way, I woke up late and jumped right in the thick of it
got bounced around, jostled and jumbled right into the tumble of green
green and mean
I woke up late, and I’ll never go back again
I’m happy
happy all alone now
I’m glad
glad to be by myself
no ones
asking me no question
finally
I finally got my work done
I’m leaving
leaving until tomorrow
for now
got money no need to borrow
I’m making
making my way around
got the loud of the city blocks out
listening to the sound of music
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7. |
Quing
03:44
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QUING
Each day live to the limit
no way the man’s gonna bring me down
oh, tell me can you hear the sound
of your rushing heartbeat
and when your body combines with the sun
and time is endless for everyone
see the pointlessness of the complaints of the world
we are the bigness, the isness not the business
I ride these fields with you Johnny
I bought these cookies for your tummy
alright, this field’s got me feeling alright
and we’ve miles to go yet
I try to feel for my money
no legs to feel, but I’m feeling alright
this feel’s got me fielding all night
and the drum beat goes like…
gu-gu-gu-gu
and when your body combines with the sun
and time is endless for everyone
see the pointlessness of the complaints of the world
we are the bigness, the isness not the business
the world has somehow gone horribly wrong
and when you’re singing a horrible song
remember we’re not here for so very long
sing your horrible song
sing your horrible song
sing your horrible song
hey now blue rider
Quing of the night
running all across the sky
it beats many times every minute
it’s like a clock when you’re in it, loud
oh tell me can you hear the sound
of your rushing heartbeat
and when your body combines with the sun
and time is endless for everyone
see the pointlessness of the complaints of the world
we are the bigness, the isness not the business
the world has somehow gone horribly wrong
and when you’re singing a horrible song
remember we’re not here for so very long
sing your horrible song
sing your horrible song
sing your horrible song
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8. |
Thank You Computer
03:24
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THANK YOU COMPUTER
Thank you, thank you, thank you computer
It will take a while before we understand
the way that you do it
but when our minds do comprehend
we bust right through it
it’s waiting on the other side for you
anticipating
particle collide
pixelated eyes
Thank you computer
Take a look into the lives
of our common friends
start to understand the land of minds
It plays to create imagination lines
rays of thought beam
particle collide
pixelated eyes
Rays of thought
beaming from the crown of you
rays come from
the crown of those around
rays are beams of light
which make up, up all of around of you
you too
rays of thought beaming from the crown of you
Thank you computer
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9. |
Hand Up Its Butt
04:02
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HAND UP ITS BUTT
Worry ‘bout the past tomorrow
nothing can you do today
when you’re looking down in sorrow
you will miss the point, they say
as they say, a puppet runs the world
only has the power to wave a hand
and flap its gums
with a hand up its butt
better take a stand
you are on a mission of the utmostestest importance
me, well, I’m the same on the same mission
All nations in the world resolving to giving all they have to give
one by one all problems solving, having all the space to live
uh! yeah! uh! yeah!
we who we are
we are the young and free
Worry ‘bout the past tomorrow
nothing can you do today
when you’re looking down in sorrow
you will miss the point, they say
as they say, a puppet runs the world
only has the power to wave a hand
and flap its gums
with a hand up its butt
better take a stand
you are on a mission of the utmostestest importance
me, well, I’m the same on the same mission
we who we are
we are the young and free
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10. |
Yup's Birthday
03:37
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YUP’S BIRTHDAY
Hey give it up, let’s give it up for the party
it’s a mighty fine year
hey wrap it up like a birthday
wrap it up, rip it open like a birthday
hey the kids’ eye starlight
young is younger
if you take a kid from life
the young get older
holding hands and knobs in gently
making love and all the babies cry
wah ah ah!
Hey give it up, let’s give it up for the party
it’s a mighty fine year
hey wrap it up like a birthday
wrap it up, rip it open like a birthday
sorry about that
I didn’t mean it
I thought about it
nobody means it
when they cause a pain
they say, “why why why”
when they look at the hurt they’ve done
“why why why”
when they think about fixing it say,
“soon soon soon soon soon soon”
Hey give it up, let’s give it up for the party
it’s a mighty fine year
hey wrap it up like a birthday
wrap it up, rip it open like a birthday
Hey, go pray you, Ms. Smelly!
what are ya some kind of a duck
oh, I can’t stand this
maw, I can’t stand it anymore
what the Jennifer
Holy Kelly!
Hey, what the Kelly?
ba da dum dum
Dancing on the daybreak
eating all the roughage off the ground
it’s a healthy way to live
I call you baby
hey baby
that’s what I said
ah, ah, ah
nobody can say you’re doing nothing wrong
just like a baby
baby baby baby baby
Hey give it up, let’s give it up for the party
it’s a mighty fine year
hey wrap it up like a birthday
wrap it up, rip it open like a birthday
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11. |
Landscaper
03:51
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Landcaper
Can I find an answer
Yes I can
All the things that hurt me
and how they tried to work me
Like a mule, like a slave
I was a fool, I was naive
They can’t lash me no more
They won’t leash me no more
Here I am, I am here, here I stand
Standing for the answer
I listen for a question
There’s a plan I can tell
Ain’t no heaven, ain’t no hell
Gotta make what you can
From the gifts you are given
No more waiting to be livin’
Tie your finger to the ribbon
A plan is not the answer, no
A plan is not the answer
Here’s a plan, not an answer but a plan
How we start to listen
Ignore the system
Let it down
Make a town where the people never frown
They can’t lash me no more
They won’t leash me no more
Here I am, I am here, here I stand
A plan is not the answer, no
A plan is not the answer
Here’s a plan, not an answer but a plan
They can’t lash me no more
They won’t leash me no more
Here I am, I am here, here I stand
I have found an answer
Secret’s just to get there
I will try and forget
I will fly, and I’ll land
With my feet on the ground
Making clippings, making sound
They can’t lash me no more
They won’t leash me no more
Here I am, I am here, here I stand
I am just a landscaper
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12. |
Best That I Can
03:02
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BEST THAT I CAN
I’ll give you the best that I can
Right yesterday
long as today
didn’t last a second in the battle of the mind
turn tail and run
we kiss goodnight
without a fight
there’s a pillow and a roof
heat and room for fun
I’ll give you the best that I can
It’s not that much more than anyone else
but I’ll give you the best that I can
Right yesterday
long as today
‘cept today could possibly change
no need to stay
always stay the same
can change your name and move your place
make different choice
use different voice
you’ll find yourself in different places
extend your mind with different rhymes
make your time worth all your devices
I’ll give you the best that I can
It’s not that much more than anyone else
but I’ll give you the best that I can
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