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| 3:20 | 
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Redefine
Imagine your brain As a Canister filled with ink Yeah, now think of your body As the pen where the ink resides Fuse the two, KAPOW! What are you now? You're the human magic marker Won't you please surprise my eyes? It's in your nature You can paint whatever picture You like No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight So modify this third rock from the sun By painting myriads of pictures With the colors of one I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself To fit your definition Picture the scene, where whatever you thought Would, in the blink of an eye Manifest and become illustrated You'd be sure man That every line drawn reflected a life that you loved Not an existence that you hated So, must we demonstrate that We can't get it straight? We've painted a picture, Now we're drowning in paint Lets figure out what the fuck it's about Before the picture we painted Chews us up and spits us out I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself To fit your definition Redefine |
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| 2. |
| 3:13 |
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Vitamin
I'm born I'm alive I breathe In a moment or two I realize That the sphere upon which I reside Is asleep on its feet Should I go back to sleep? We orbit the sun I grow up My open eyes see A zombified, somnambulist society Leaving us as vitamins For the hibernating human animal Do you see what I mean? You stare at me like a vitamin On the surface you hate But you know you need me I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit Whatever helps you swallow truth All the more easily And I wonder, will you digest me? Into the sleep machine I won't plug in In fact I'd rather die before I will comply To you, my friend I write the reason I still live Cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give Coming closer to another 2000 years You and I will pry The closed eye of the sleep machine You stare at me like I’m a vitamin On the surface you hate, But you know you need me. I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow the truth, All the more easily. |
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| 3:51 |
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At first I see an open wound,
infected and disastrous. It breathes chaotic catastrophe, it cries to be renewed. Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab. To the touch, its stiff and resilient, underneath, the new skin breathe. Its all been saved... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? As outwardly cliche as it may seem, yes, something under the surface says, ″C′est la vie.″ It is a circle, there is a plan... dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Look closely at the open wound... see past what covers the surface Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes stage. Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Its all been saved... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? Its all been seen... with exception for what could be. When will we be new skin? until the 20th century, reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see, and hear. since the inital publication of the charged electromagnetic spectrum, humans learned that what they can touch, smell, see, and hear...is less than one millionth of reality. Fallacious cognitions, spewed from televisions, do mold our decisions. So stop and take a look, and you′ll see what I see now. Its all been seen... with exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? Its all been seen... with exception for what could be. When will we be new skin? skin? |
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| 4. |
| 4:07 |
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Idiot Box
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches You can't make me think like you, mundane I've got a message for all those who think that They can etch his words inside my brain T.V. what do I need? Tell me who to believe! What's the use of autonomy When a button does it all? So listen up, Glisten up closely all Who've seen the fuckin eye ache too It's time to step away from cable train And when we finally see the subtle light This quirk in evolution will begin To let us live and recreate T.V. what do I need? Tell me who to believe! Whats the use of autonomy When a button does it all? T.V. what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Lets do our mom a favor and drop A new god off a wall Let me see past the fatuous knocks I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box Let you see past the feathers and flocks And help me plant a bomb in this idiot box From the depths of the sea To the tops of the trees To the seat of a lazy boy Staring at a silver screen!! |
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| 5. |
| 3:37 |
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Glass
If I had a dime for every time you walked away I could afford to not give a shit And buy a drink and drown the day But your pockets, they are empty Yeh, and mine are times two So why not make an about-face And accept the love I send to you? You're never gonna be content if you wont try Try to see outside your line There you go, you did it again You act as if there's binders on your eyes Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes? Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well Like a bottle with the cork stuck Your true ingredients trapped inside Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you I guess the hard shell represents your pride Oh, if only it could be different We could uncover the you, you deny Between two, a small discrepancy One complicates and one simplifies Take those fucking blinders off your eyes! So if I had a dime for every time you walked away You could bet your bottom dollar that I'd be filthy rich by noon today |
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| 6. |
| 3:03 |
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On this page you see a little girl giggling a hippopotamus.
I wonder why? On this page you see a little girl giggling at hippopotamus. I wonder why? Turn the page, thank you. On this page you see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus. I wonder why? Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t say things that hurt others, said pussycat. Pussycat, pussycat, pussycat, pussycat like, isn't that hippo fat? Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat or shout hyena I hate you hate you, hate you, you hate you, hate you hate I found a sound in the house one day, if you know who lost it, I'll give it away! Away! This sound I found said, this sound belongs to a hot ray, ray, hot, pot, pot. The magic medicine worked! (Thanks to charmaine for these lyrics) |
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| 3:11 |
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A Certain Shade of Green
A certain shade of green Tell me is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead Could someone please explain to me your Ever present lack of speed? Are your muscles bound by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear And street signs guide the way Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for A certain shade of green? I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate What are you waiting for A certain shade of green? Would a written invitation Signed, "Choose now or lose it all" Sedate your hesitation? Or inflame and make you stall? You've been raised in limitation but that glove never fit quite right The time has come for hand-me-downs Choose a new, please evolve Take flight What are you waiting for? A written invitation? A public declaration? A private consolation? Remeber when you procrastinate you choose last I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate. Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for, A certain shade of green? I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate. What are you waiting for? x5 |
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| 3:11 |
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Favorite Things
I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty And I know everything you hate in me Fill me up with over-pious badgerings To throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things Remember all the lessons fed to me? Me the young sponge, so ready to agree Years have gone, I recognize the walking dead Now aware that I'm alive and way ahead Too bad the things that make you mad Are my favorite things And I'm so happy I see you looking, I know that you're thinking That I'll never go anywhere The things that I've done and the things That I've seen, I don't really expect you to care |
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| 9. |
| 4:26 |
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I'm home alone tonight. Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight. I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible...with you. So I call you on the tin can phone. We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone. I think I've found a way for you and I to finally fly free. When we get there, we're gonna fly so far away. Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity. Anti-gravity----- Anti-gravity----- For years, I kept to myself. Now potentialities are bound, are living under my shelf Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy, and we'll be there. So I call you on the tin can phone. We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone. I think I've found the way for you and I to finally be free When we get there, we're gonna fly so far away. Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity. Anti-gravity Anti-gravity ha ah oh yeah Anti gravity, anti gravity Oh oh oh oh yeah |
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| 3:50 |
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Nebula
Do you enjoy your sight inside? Disconnect and let me drift until my upside down is right side in society must let the artist go to wander off into the nebula Wander off into your nebula see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive wander in off to your nebula your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize In little black book do I confide! Upon return, I conjure what was seen I let it pulse and boil within my limbs I lay my pencil to the porous page and let my lunatic indulge itself Wander off into your nebula see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive wander in off to your nebula your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize prize, prize, prize Disconnect and let me drift until my upside down is right side in society must let the artist go to wander off into the nebula Wander off into your nebula see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive wander in off to your nebula your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize |
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| 3:55 |
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Deep Inside
It's 3 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?" It seems we've wondered out of bounds again! (Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains!) I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? Man, I've got to find my way back home, but I'm too deep inside It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where did I go wrong? We passed my house at least an hour ago!" Over and over, we ask ourselves why don't we utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight? Am I sooo stoned that I can't see straight? It's 5 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!" I'm way too deep inside to go home... I've got to get sane! |
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| 12. |
| 5:13 |
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On my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of gas. Triple-A' came, but my card was expired! I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time. I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted! They put cold things in my butt. They sampled a bit of my D.N.A. They left me on top of my sheets, I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me. This day sucked the hardest ever... I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. A little bit less than nothing would go my way. I got up to toss my soiled sheets, the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe. It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me), then I heard the voice say, "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!" I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over. I guess I'm the culprit for running out of gas. Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his 'Triple-A' fee. In actuality, I let the zetas probe me. Yesterday was all my fault. I let negativity get the better of me. Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds! They temporarily set free this quandary |
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