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climbing falling earth is calling
capsules plunge into the sea
the weakest force is charting our course
do you believe in gravity?
implode explode ipso facto
apples fall close to the tree
time and space are in your face
do you believe in gravity?
spacetime flux is just my dumb luck
Collapse into infinity
space and time can be sublime
do you believe in gravity?
far-fetched mars-etched landscape fall fest
orbits decay 1-2-3
modern thought is easily bought
do you believe in gravity?
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2. |
My Shoes Are Wet
02:43
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Walking, tripping, falling, I’m always falling
To be lost in the woods is sometimes good
But now, my ankle’s broken and I am lost
My phone is dead my shoes are wet
I will make it home
If it takes eternity
When you sense I’m gone
proceed with utmost urgency
soil, hard crusty soil, is my mattress
A blanket of stars so very far
And now I dream of textures and foreign lectures
I don’t understand a single word
I will make it home
If it takes eternity
I live in monochrome
Filtered through uncertainty
rolling, tumbling, crawling, so tired of crawling
I can only see what’s in front of me
But now I’m hearing voices and much rejoicing
A distant clearing, shadows nearing
I will make it home
If it takes eternity
I won’t be alone
Someone’s bent on saving me
I will make it home
I suppose this is a certainty
I won’t be alone
I’m moving back to Germany
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3. |
Elevator Song
04:23
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Level 1: is where they sell the guns
Level 2: they sell socks and shoes
If you want to buy shoes and socks
Step inside the transport box
Human person with your head full of rocks
Step inside the transport box
Level 3: ceramic trees
Level 4: they sell clocks and doors
If you want to buy doors and clocks
Step inside the transport box
Human person with your head full of rocks
Step inside…. the transport box
Level 5: very sharp knives
Level 6: they sell blocks and bricks
If you want to buy bricks and blocks
Step inside the transport box
Human person with your head full of rocks
Step inside the transport box
Level 7: fresh limes and lemons
Level 8: they sell woks and plates
If you want to buy plates and woks
Step inside the transport box
Human person with your head full of rocks
Step inside the transport box
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4. |
What the Heck
02:57
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Flies in the face of rotting corpse etiquette
Mint-flavored mace and billy club gowns
We have the reason to under appreciate , over exfoliate, over pontificate
Rat fink hooligans, double crossing mini-bikes
Butter knife crime spree, cut your neighbor slack
Night time, story time, can be so subliminal, the effort is minimal,
oh yeah the spiky dragon’s back
Oh yeah, gonna drink in waves today
Oh yeah, what the heck
Flat tire puncture wound, pass out the party favors
Spiky sea urchin clutched to my chest
One might say the meal was dessert-able, rent a convertible, incontrovertible,
Marquee matchup, toast in the incinerator
It’s moat control, and serpent mound time
Low and slow I’m high as a broken kite, check the altimeter, crank up the limiter yeah
Oh yeah, gonna meet more dave’s today
Oh yeah, what the heck
Matchstick house attend to the artillery
Evening sickness it’s meditation time
Rewind the tape the end is insignificant, now that I think of it, your my favorite sycophant
Hard club rolls and rules to set the tourist traps
Mercury pools and vitamin D chains
201 it’s time to shut the action down, fine print is discernible, the bottles are returnable yeah
Oh yeah, gonna change my thinking ways
Oh yeah, what the heck
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5. |
That's the Way it Works
02:55
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Garbage floats in
Garbage floats out
To me it’s a dream
I live upstream
Upstream with the fishes
Upstream with the goats
Upstream with the serpents
Floating in moats
Floating in moats
In moss-covered boats
The insects don’t bite
Isn’t it nice?
Isn’t it nice?
Our good friends the fleas
Have all quit the circus
And have time for tea
Isn’t it nice?
Our friends with the flippers
Wear custom-made slippers
Isn’t it nice?
Isn’t it nice?
Isn’t it nice?
Isn’t it nice?
Isn’t it nice?
When bubble’s don’t burst
because no one’s proclaiming
“That’s the way it works”
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