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Make Yourself (1999)

PRIVILEGE
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere,
Maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
Find yourself a backdoor.

I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.

Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me
Doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor.
Find yourself a backdoor.

I see you in line, dragging your feet
You have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.


NOWHERE FAST

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
Will I ever follow through with what I had planned.
I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted
And the directions for me are a lot less in demand.

Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I am there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care?
I would.

I take a look around; it's evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved upon the past.
Then there are times when I can't seem to understand at all
And yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere...
Really fucking fast.

CONSEQUENCE

Blink and you miss a beat.
Keep one of your eyes open at all times.
Think that you're on the brink?
The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan.
Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes.
Situation has a stink.
Better clear the air before your son becomes a man.

Blink.
Everything's been augmented, you've been left so far behind.
Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head.
Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind.
Situation baffles me.
I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead.

You better think fast!
'Cause' you never know what's comin' around the bend.
You better not blink!
For Consequence is a bigger word than you think.
It's bigger than you or me.

THE WARMTH

I'd like to close my eyes and go numb
But there's a cold wind coming from
The top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze 'cause it blows hard.
Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know,
Watch the warmth blow away.

Don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow old.

Do you think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier?
And leave in my wake a trail of fear(?)
Or should I hold my head up high
And throw a wrench and spokes by
Leaving the air behind me clear?

Don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive
Experience the warmth before you grow old.

WHEN IT COMES

It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again.
When it comes,
It comes abrupt.
And it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for real.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
And not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.

Just when you thought it was safe to think,
In comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying
'Cause what I want and what I need,
Is and will always be free.

It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again
They're letting it out again.
When it comes,
It comes unannounced.
And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
And not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me no more...
'Cause now I'm full.

Just when you thought it was safe to think
In comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying,
'Cause what I want and what I need
Is and will always be free.

STELLAR

Meet me in outer space.
WE could spend the night;
Watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place;
Won't you come with me?
WE could start again.

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.

Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way
That I can show you how
It feels to be inside of you.

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.

You are stellar x 2

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.

MAKE YOURSELF

If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow.
If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now.

If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow.
Powers that be would have swallowed me up,
But that's more than I can allow.

If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache.
At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes
Then you crumble and blow away.

If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay.
But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and grey.

You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live,
Why not try and Make Yourself?

If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now.
I won't let 'em make me, it's more than I can allow.
So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache.
And if I fuck me...
I'll fuck me in my own way x 5

You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live,
Why not try and Make Yourself?
Make Yourself x 4

DRIVE

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the
Fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found.

So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

Would you choose water over wine...
Hold the wheel and drive?

So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

CLEAN

Today, everything was fine.
Until roundabout, quarter to nine,
I suddenly found myself in a bind.
Was it something I said?
Something I read and manifested that's getting you down.
Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye,
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.

Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.

Tomorrow, what price will I pay?
Could I make it all up to you
By serving coffee for two in bed?
Would you then gimme the time of day?
I need a map of your head, translated into English
So I can learn to not make you frown.
You'd feel better if you'd vent,
Put your frustrations into four letter words
And let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town.

Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.

Clean x 6

Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.

BATTLESTAR SCRALATCHTICA

(Instrumental)

I MISS YOU

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said

I miss you

I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care

And I miss you.

PARDON ME

A decade ago, I never thought I would be,
At twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory;
An ominous landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and
Exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.

Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate," 'cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
As a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.

OUT FROM ORDER

To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling.
There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit we're taught to deny,
And our soul we're told is for selling.
Refrain:
Get out from under them
Resist and multiply!
Get out from under precipice and see the sky!
Get out from under them
Resist, unlearn, defy!
Get out from under precipice and see the sky!

fungous amongous

YOU WILL BE A HOT DANCER
Damn, this situation's new to me, why?
I see a head afraid to be himself,
I bet he'd like to have a little encouragement from the opposite,
Come that side of the floor...Yes!
Egg him along, make him feel at ease with himself,
Steal his clothes, leave him his shoes,
Let's get this marmaduke naked!
Make him feel at ease,
Let's get this marmaduke naked so lose your head and go to
Pieces.....Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Oohh...
Now that the basics are down, converse amongst yourselves.
But, keep an eye out for the next complication.
In other words, grab the next motherfucker marmaduke,
Who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations.
I can't wait until the syllables bend.
Let's get this marmaduke naked, let's get this marmaduke
Naked...so lose your head and go to pieces!
Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonne be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!

SHAFT

Who am I? I am I.
Who are you? You are me!
Why can't I get it straight?
No! Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you go.
Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft!
I'll get a new one, then!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around, I tell myself I'll live again!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around, I tell myself I'll live again!
Why can't I get it straight?
No! Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you go.
Up until this day;
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
Up until this day;
I take a look around, I tell myself I'll live again!
Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?

TROUBLE IN 421

The evening began as a positive swaret
And my abode was 4-2-0 G.
But little did I know that in the very next apartment
There'd be trouble on the brew for me!
Ubiquitous I wish I could be
Because the clock cuts short my own day!
One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
Upon the cushion that supports my array!
Can this be?
Trouble!!!
So if I may, slip you a tip.
You'd best stay away from 4-2-1.
Trouble!!!
So get high the green way.
So get by the green way...yes!
I knocked upon their door
In hopes of bidding them their welcome
And instead I was caught by an eye.
His pupil was wide open
Kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00.
It was indoubadoubly dose derived.
It was then that they took me
And shined their light between my eyes.
He said "What are ya new?
Why are you here? What's the catch?
Why not explain in clear? Why you're peakin around?!"
I wish I could've just kept to my own.
My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent!
I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside
So that my mind could sit and delude my pride!
I beg my common sense to keep my
Neighbor out away from my front door
Until i find a way
To hide myself from those in 4-2-1.......one
...One away from the good one.

TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER

What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly,
Picked out things to flip around and view a lot differently?
What if blue sky, all of a sudden turned a purple hue?
We would shit a brick the size of all of it... what if?
What if I was just dreaming? What if I lived in a pear?
What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day?
You can bet your dollar I'd be happy!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
What if mothballs, hangin' around too close to microwaves,
Suddenly woke up and said,
"Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
He'll push ya' out, no wings attached!"
Just do as I say, no mistake, he'll blow away.
What if I was just dreaming? What if I lived in a pear?
What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg
And I did not want my pants to get dirty?
What if this, what if that?! Go!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
I forgot to remember my....PAIN! My pain!
Forgot to inject my... cocaine!
Forgot to apply my... rogaine!
Forgot to remember... my pain!
I never think, I never thought, oh maybe I'm insane!
I think I like being way the fuck outa' my brain!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!

MEDIUM
Medium x 16

Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
And I think about the amount of the sweet,
I'd like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to ???... Medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to ???... Medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
And I think I crave a steak but,
I'm not too partial to the meat,
When it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
And just enough of the spice.
I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.
??? and I smell the pits but ???.
I could've sworn a ??? last week and scrubbed like ???.
I like to stink just a little bit,
Just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
That you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hold my ???... Medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hold my ???... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.

SPEAK FREE

You took our lives away
To increase your self esteem.
An underlie in the public eye.
Your dubbed insane if and when you try to
Speak your mind...IN YOUR OWN WAY!
Ignore the past and...
SPEAK FREE!
You smashed glass eyes just to say,
"It all is all that I need."
What you see
Is a reflection of my choice
And what it means to me.
Trapped in your cell.
A mindless plot against own eyes
To simplify your hell!
Just ease my pain!

THE ANSWER

(MMMMmmmmmmmm........ hemp?!)
Step outside the bounds and take a
Big look at the times we live in.
Who appointed you?
You're just an avid image on my screen.
So take your bias point of view away from
My organic institution.
And now we D.A.R.E. to think ourselves!
The answer's waiting content.
(Look into your mind and guide.)
The answer's clear as day open your eyes!
Now kill me.
You killed the very thing that keeps us
Hanging on to our dear lives.
So, in a sense you bit the hand that feeds us
Just to kill your prophet now.
And with the coming generation at the torn seems
This is what you call progress..
I call it shame!
The answer's waiting content.
(Look into your mind and guide.)
The answers clear as day open your eyes!
Now kill me.
What his law says.
What his law says.
What his law says may not be the stepping stone for you!
You killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to our dear lives!

PSYCHOPSILOCYBIN

Psychopsilocybin runnin horny muther fucker.
Trippin on his shoelace, searchin for the hairy sucker.
He dont need no funny money, his love is all his power.
Half-naked and full witted, and two weeks less a shower!
You'll see me, I'll be there, with my nose in the grass!
One for me, one for you.
Two for me, one for you.
Three for me, one for you.
End of the sack, now the fungi's they are bloom.

SINK BENEATH THE LINE
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line
And the commoners were...
Drunken upon the hillside
Or so the story goes.
I guess she followed along
So she could...
Watch their games!
Sink beneath the line little girl.
Peak above the shrine them commoners were.
Harvest moon it peaked above the shrine
And the crawlers emerged multitudious!
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway
Just poppin a squat!
That's when she...
Felt the squirms.
My underpants!
All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd.
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere!
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin inside
And then she sat upon a bughill.
This was when things started to get rough.
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy ways
Right inside her 5-0-1 cut-offs
And her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me thats right!
They were biting her beneath the line.
She was a sitting on atop their shrine.
I wish I could've warned her!
"She should've worn underpants!
There's bugs crawling everywhere and shit,
I can't believe it!"

HILIKUS

About a hundred years ago now, thought I was left for dead.
Soliloquy, she was my...
A picture, a wake, my metaphoric friend.
So then I fell in love with an irony named life,
It taught me this from that and...
A picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus.
History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs
About the leaders of the time,
So glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought,
maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go!
You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS!
So I took a walk outside with my new
Found friend and the knowledge imbibe.
I figured I'd find another with the same attitude,
Yes, then maybe I could talk to someone other than myself!
The doors are now swinging wide open,
A positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket
Had a lot to do with my new found friend, the hilikus.
History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs
About the leaders of the time,
So glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought,
Maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go!
You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS

science

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.

Refrain:
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.
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 the paint.
Let's figure out what the fuck it's about,
Before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out.

Refrain

Redefine

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.

So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in the paint.
Let's figure out what the fuck it's about,
Before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out.

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?

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?

Refrain:
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 truth all the more easily.

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?

Refrain

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.

Refrain

NEW SKIN

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, it's stiff and resilient,
Underneath, the new skin breaths.

It's all been saved,
With the exception for the right parts.
When will we be new skin?

As outwardly cliché 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 that open wound,
See past what covers the surface.
Underneath chaotic catastrophe,
Creation takes the stage.

It's all been saved,
With the exception for the right parts.
When will we be new skin?

It's all been seen,
With the exception for what could be.
When will we be new skin?

Fallacious cognitions spewed from televisions
Do mold our decisions.
So stop and take a look,
And you'll see what I see now.

It's all been saved,
With the exception for the right parts.
When will we be new skin?

It's all been seen,
With the exception for what could be.
When will we be new skin?

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!
What's the use of autonomy when a button does it all?
T.V., what should I see?
Tell me who should I be?
Let's 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!

T.V., what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
What's the use of autonomy when a button does it all?
T.V., what should I see?
Tell me who should I be?
Let's do our mom a favor and drop a new god off a wall.

GLASS

I wonder why

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?

Pré-Refrain:
You're never gonna be content if you don't try,
Try to see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes.

Refrain:
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 up 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.

Pré-Refrain + Refrain

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.

Refrain x 2

MAGIC MEDICINE

(Instrumental)

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 point the way.

Refrain:
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 passed for hand-me-downs,
Choose anew, please evolve, take flight.

Refrain

What are you waiting for?
A written invitation?
A public declaration?
A private consolation?

Refrain

What are you waiting for ? répété jusu'à la fin

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.

Too bad the things that make you mad
Are 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.

Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things.

SUMMER ROMANCE (ANTI-GRAVITY LOVE SONG)

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 may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free.

When we get there, we're gonna go so far away.
Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.

Anti-gravity x 2

For years, I kept it to myself.
Now potentialities are abound, and sleeping 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 may have found a way for you and I to finally be free.
When we get there, we're gonna go so far away.
Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.

Anti-gravity x 4

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.

Refrain:
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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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...I'm on my own and I can't see straight!
Deep inside...Am I so stoned that I can't see straight?

It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves,
"Where did we go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago!"

Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
Things that are stored....

Deep inside...I'm on my own and I can't see straight!
Deep inside...Am I so stoned that I can't see straight?

It's 5 o'clock, and we tell 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!
Man, I've got to find my way back home but I'm too deep inside.

CALGONE

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...

Refrain:
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 a voice say,
"Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!"

I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over.

Refrain

Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds!

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.

Refrain x 2