1. |
Fuxed Gear
04:00
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The sun
The moon
The sky
The trees
The sand
And you
And I
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2. |
Tradition
05:54
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3. |
These Keys
03:45
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These Keys
Tell my story,
This harp
Knows my name.
I choose
to interact with
The ones who care to say,
"I love you
More today
Than I did
Yesterday.. Yesterday."
My friends,
They can play me
The Music
Of my Heart
The depth of the art here,
Is in our hands now
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4. |
Watercolor Falls
04:59
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5. |
Rosy Mosy
04:05
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I walk my street
Look at my feet
Breeze in the air,
Blows ‘round my hair
It’s fall
Not like them all though
Moment in time
Winter in mind
I walk my street
So on the day when
I walk my street, won’t be scared
I am here at my home now
This street is mine, so I walk
It’s the road in my hometown
All of the places
Such different places
Something to chase there,
Nothing to find
My mind
Wants to walk here
So, Wintertime,
Made up my mind
I walk my street
So on the day when
I walk my street, won’t be scared
I am here at my home now
This street is mine, so I walk
It’s the road in my hometown
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6. |
Tonopah
04:31
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We made our way to Tonopah
Followed by ghosts we thought we saw
The desert air filled up each breath
We didn’t know what would come next
Floating down
With my friends
River here
Never ends
Falling down
With my friends
Winter here
Never-
And floating down the riverbed
Sun beating down upon my head
I thought I knew but didn’t know
The water crashes down below
Floating down
With my friends
River here
Never ends
Falling down
With my friends
Winter here
Never-
We made our way to Tonopah...
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7. |
Get Sleep
05:38
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Relax, repeat
I know, I know
Repeat, relax
I don’t know
Get sleep
I don’t know
Count sheep
Don’t I know?
Relax, repeat
No, I don’t
Relax, repeat
I know, I know
Repeat, relax
I don’t know
Get sleep
I don’t know
Count sheep
Don’t I know?
Relax, repeat
No, I don’t
I know
I, am alone
I suppose God is here,
But I haven’t noticed.
I don’t, want tonight to end
But too, soon the sun will rise
And there will be less time tomorrow.
But there was never time.
If I have something to do, I am alarmed.
Through and through and
Though, even though
There is fulfillment to be found
In the quickness of Time’s passing
There is time in between the things we do
And there used to be more
Time behind, being frozen and
Reflective
Time ahead,
nebulous and unwilling,
We become who we are
Becoming is a myth
Looking ahead is a myth
And you know what the really fucked up part is,
Our emotions are beautiful!
All there is, practice and understanding
A reverse looking glass
I know
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8. |
King Bumble
04:55
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The world is so full of a number of things
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. - Robert Louis Stevenson
Bang! Bee, bumble bee, Your stinger is gone,
You’ll die here in the road!
Don’t die here in the road, Bumble!
Don’t die in the road Bumble!
Hey! Bee, don’t sting me,
Allergic to bees!
I’ll die here in the road!
Don’t kill me in the road, Bumble!
Just not in the road, Bumble
Die here in the road
Bumble, King Bumble,
Die here in the road.
I want to be King Bumble,
King Bumble I want to be.
I’d stretch my wings, and my sting,
Would be deadly, to those who met me.
I spend all my days gathering, so,
I am always flying freely
And, when my final flight comes,
I know that King Bumble lives on
In my mem’ries.
King Bumble, where have you gone?
How can this be, that you would leave us in the dead of winter?
Ruled by a tyrant, whose forked tongue
Twitters, from his ivory post.
We need you now, more than ever.
So I plead you, M’lord,
Lead us to the land of milk and honey
For not even wealth can save us
From the idiocracy we are now living in.
So stand, my King,
Stand in our hearts, and stand in our minds,
Help us to be free, and lead us to our rebellion.
The world is so full of a number of things I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. - Robert Louis Stevenson
Bang! Bee, bumble bee,
Your stinger is gone, You’ll die here in the road!
Don’t die here in the road, Bumble!
Don’t die in the road Bumble!
Die here in the Road
Bang! Bee, bumble bee,
Your stinger is gone,
You’ll die here in the road! x6
Bang! Bee, bumble bee,
Your stinger is gone,
You’ll die here in the
Road Bumble,
King Bumble,
Die here in the road.
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