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Let's Tune Out
04:57
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Is there a light at end?
Never saw light begin
That I remember
Why be black or white?
Eternal afterlife
The sky falls down
No point debating
I get what you mean
I've been listening
This sense of urgency
You want to drop on me
I'm tuning out
And how we're going to do
Well, we're going to do just fine
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Gas as Energy
03:39
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Delicate dance in the middle of friendly fire
Neurons launching, neurons missing
Systems engaged, connections are frayed
Everyone envious of this feeling
Do you want to feel fried all the time like me?
Wrap yourself in the fumes of fast cars
Finally feel relief for the very first time
Octane aroma fueling the mind
New sight comes in an instant with a whiff
Mind is breaking and expanding
And body will tumble
Bless the ground with a rumble
Crave the intoxicating air
All's well with the fragrance you inhale
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Queen Chortle
01:20
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No words to this.
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Comets come crashing, go kaboom
Solar system you are nothing but
Flares and storms and spinning gasses churning
Where are those giant lenses I forgot?
Comets come crashing, go kaboom
Solar system you are nothing but
Flares and storms and spinning gasses churning
Where are those giant lenses, magnified glasses for the stars
To see those chaotic freckles clearly, to see
Cratered scarred faces, someone wants to see your face
You are nothing without someone looking
What a natural disaster
Hieroglyphic systems will emerge
Starting long enough leads to a plunge to the depths
Of the tall, tall sky
And pinhole glitter night
Where are those giant lenses I forgot?
Hieroglyphic systems will emerge
Starting long enough leads to a plunge to the depths
Of the tall, tall sky
And pinhole glitter night
Where are those giant lenses, magnified glasses for the stars
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Old
01:19
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There are no lyrics
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Science Healing Spirit
05:43
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They bought themselves a city
Pharmaceutically speaking
Throwing pills all over the place
Dropping all the downers
Lifting up the spirits
Of folks eating nothing but these
Well people, you know that they're tired
Doing deals that are worth so much
Buddy, believe
Put your hand inside a jar
Clench your fist and pull out
Science healing spirit
Cash-backed remedy
Science healing me
They found themselves in a city
Big binging but no purging
An implosion of really bad taste
Sucking up to the in-crowd
Cater to the company corral
Down it all in wide-eyed belief
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7. |
The Nest
01:50
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There are no lyrics
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