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The sound of that makes me inspirational
It makes me want to build something beautiful,
Then I’ll burn it down; I’ll burn it up
I’m inspirational when I’m inside of you
You make me want to go outside of my mind
I’m going places I don’t even try
All that’s left of me is a far away texture,
That’s why:
All I feel is yes, yes, yes (3x)
I'm positively...
All I feel is yes, yes, yes (3x)
I'm absolutely certain
I’m inspirational when you’re inside of me
You make me play a song that goes like this
I’m all tongue-tied, I mean unplugged from my mind
The verse is meaningless and the chorus even less
That’s why:
All I feel is yes, yes, yes...
I've got nothing left, well isn't that something?
I've got something less than feelings left
I've got an urge to scratch, I've got a scratch to give,
I've got something, something, and it feels like, feels like yes!
That’s why the sound of inspiration makes me want to...
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Paint with chemicals in the sky,
Cross your eyes, expand your mind
All the bad notes have gone to heaven,
Turn the volume up to eleven
We’re gonna sing to you like a rock-n-roll station (2x)
Tweak the knobs till the hook is sweet,
Then we sell it like a piece of meat
Boots on the ground, take a vacation,
Palpitations all across the nation
We’re gonna sing to you like a rock-n-roll station (2x)
You was lonely at the Starky's looking too long,
A BK log, lickin' on a corn dog,
Singin' this song, watchin' your John Cougar Melon-shake,
Waitin' on a take-and-bake ice cream cake
(Sha na na na)
That's a sweet hook
(Sha na na na)
It's a meat hook
(Sell it like some meat!)
Now sell it like some meat, yeah!
(Sha na na na)
That's a sweet meat
(Sha na na na)
For the sweet beat
(Make that hook so sweet)
Makin' that hook so sweet, yeah!
(Sha na na na)
Ah now, sha na na
(Sha na na na)
And a na na na
Out in middle America
We're gonna sing to you like a rock-n-roll station (4x)
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Cascadia
Just leave us all alone
Cascadia
We’ll log the rich and carve them poor with jobs and industry
We love thee for thy indie-rock, strip clubs made of weed
Cascadia…
We’re not a part of them, we could be on our own
We’ll stab the children of our foes and drown them in our ports
Cascadia…
We’ll blind your wife and lead her, to our endless wilderness
Within our borders sacred waters precious rain reserves
Cascadia…
Guilty skies of grey, hang ever over head
Our mighty dams of native blood, its shocking how much blood there was!
Cascadia
Just leave us all alone
Cascadia
Our home sweet home
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I’m standin' on the tippy top,
Up above the sky
The view from here is so pure,
I’m the chemtrail in heaven's high
I’m reaching for the glory,
Reaching for the silence,
Something untouchable,
Something for each of me
I’m cleared for takeoff,
At least my windshields clean
I’m cleared for takeoff,
In a moment I’ll be free
If I can come back,
I didn’t go far enough
To touch the glory
There's no glory in coming back
I’m reaching for the -shhhhh-
Reaching for the silence,
Something unknowable
It’s the silence that kills you
I’m cleared for takeoff,
At least my windshields clean
I’m cleared for takeoff,
In a moment I’ll be free
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Well I wish that they had heard me say
It was possible that the ship could fail today,
But the calculations I prepared
Were too late and stayed undeclared
Now the sunshine's twice as hot,
My dear astronaut
Well I wish I had known your wife
Though who knows how well I'd eulogize your life,
And would the calculations I prepared
Be too little to say I cared?
How come math sometimes makes me feel so scared?
And now the sunshine's twice as hot,
Yes the sunshine's twice as hot,
And the sun shines twice as hot,
My dear astronaut
And when you said I was too smart
To let a major break my heart,
At least then I could say I was prepared
To double check your programmed track,
And change your mind when you got back
How come math sometimes makes me feel so scared?
And now the sunshine's twice as hot,
Yes the sun shines twice as hot,
And the sun shines twice as hot,
My dear astronaut
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Can you taste
These textures?
Can you see
With eyes swollen?
Can you feel
What I’m sayin'?
Can you feel
Yourself?
Can you taste
A smell?
Can your eyes?
Can you hear
What I’m sayin'?
Who are you
To know?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Don’t ask too many questions
Where’s the line?
Something to bend
Where’s the line?
Something to blur
Where’s the line?
Who wears the mask?
Stepping o-, stepping o-,
Stepping over the line
Where’s the line?
Where’s the line?
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The cat’s in the cold cuts, she’s resourceful that way
There is nothing I can do, the world is her footpath
The brakes on my bike just gave out in the rain,
So I decided to hold on for dear death,
‘Cause the best minds have been bought,
Then destroyed, then laid off,
Then replaced with less expensive models
The best we can do now
Is watch waters rise and then
Laugh at our obsolete goals
The cat’s in the pantry, and the fish are on their own,
Adrift in this world, with no corporate sponsor
The stakes got so high that they toppled to the ground,
Now we’re alone in our fight to stick together
‘Cause the best minds have been bought,
Then destroyed, then laid off,
Then replaced with less expensive models
The best we can do now
Is watch waters rise and then
Laugh at our obsolete goals
I bet we’ll miss being human,
Miss our power of language,
But some DNA must linger
As life carries on
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