1. |
The Universe
04:58
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Simian says the vulture wars
picked clean the bones,
death and divorce.
The heart that beats inside your chest,
about the same size as your fist.
The universe will teach you this.
The universe will teach you this...
Simian says the new future
looks a lot like
a vulture.
It's something you might have missed,
a bullet's worth less than a kiss.
The universe will teach you this.
The universe will teach you this...
Simian says the song it sings,
of scorched earth
and broken wings.
And what happens next, next?
We strip away your flesh, flesh.
And fit you with your pink dress.
Your second coming...
Yes! Yes!
If you haven't got the gist,
the mill, it will become the grist.
The tables turn until they twist.
The universe will teach you this...
Simian says that when you're down,
vultures circle all around you...
They're laughing at you.
They're laughing at you...
Ha ha ha ha...
And what happens next, next?
We strip away your flesh, flesh.
And fit you with your pink dress.
Your second coming...
Yes! Yes!
The heart that beats inside your chest,
about the same size as your fist.
The universe will teach you this.
The universe will teach you this...
Simian says that in the end,
a phoenix sheds it's vulture skin and...
They're laughing at you.
They're laughing at you...
Ha ha ha ha...
And you'll do it again.
because you're not listening
to Simian...
And what happens next, next?
We strip away your flesh, flesh.
And fit you with your pink dress.
Your second coming...
Yes! Yes!
What happens next, next?
We strip away your flesh, flesh.
And fit you with your pink dress.
Your second coming...
Yes! Yes!
And what happens next, next?
We strip away your flesh, flesh.
And lead you to your egress.
Your second coming...
Yes! Yes!
What happens next, next?
The bed you made, your big mess.
Where the wicked never rests.
Your second coming...
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Ha ha ha ha...
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2. |
Mastodon
05:00
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Mothers, teach your children,
creation comes with a price.
Although god may not hear them,
they should say their prayers tonight...
I'm a gone wrong,
prodigal son.
I'm the mastodon.
I come stomp, stomp, stompin'
on your flower bed.
Paint the big house red.
When my angel's done,
there'll be nothing left...
I'm the mastodon...
(He's the mastodon)
I'm the mastodon...
(He's the mastodon)
I'm the mastodon...
(He's the mastodon)
I'm the mastodon...
(He's the mastodon)
The big one
that you heard was comin'.
No protection
from the mastodon...
I'm a dark turn.
I'm a slow burn.
When you gonna learn?
I'm the mastodon...
First, there's a burst,
then the Earth will see the worst.
Turning and burning,
and splitting in reverse.
Spinning on it's axis,
time distorted and perversed.
Cursed by birth,
this god-forsaken universe!
A neutron star,
not some pulsar,
or a cracked, black sun.
Nah, I'm a magnetar!
There's nowhere you can run...
Nowhere!
This is kingdom come,
this is kingdom come...
I'm a gone wrong,
prodigal son...
I'm the mastodon...
(He's the mastodon)
I come stomp, stomp, stompin'...
(The mastodon)...
On your flower bed.
Paint the big house red.
When my angel's done,
there'll be nothing left...
I'm the big one...
(He's the big one)
Oh, that you heard was comin'...
(He's the mastodon)
No protection...
From the mastodon...
(He's the mastodon)...
Well, I'm an x-ray gun...
Gimme gamma radiation...
From creation
to annihilation,
then obliteration...
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3. |
Third Eye Antennae
03:35
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When the world blows up,
no one's gonna care much.
Pitch a fit
or fuss-fuss.
No one's gonna care much.
World blows up,
no one's gonna care much.
No one's gonna care if we did it
or we didn't, baby.
Intention
gets lost in the
transmission.
Transmission,
by-product of
inaction...
When the world goes down,
no one's gonna care about it.
No one's gonna come 'round
to take our little flags down.
World goes down,
no one's gonna care
what this silly, little song is saying.
No one cares already, baby.
So I spend my entire life preparing for...
Re-entry!
Look into my third eye.
Touch my antennae.
When the world blows up,
no one's gonna care much.
Pitch a fit
or fuss-fuss.
No one's gonna care much.
Go up,
come down.
Spread around
like space dust.
Trust me, baby,
no one's gonna care much.
Intention
gets lost in the
transmission.
Transmission,
by-product of
inaction...
Re-entry!
Look into my third eye.
Touch my antennae...
Look into my third eye...
I want a pretty, little hairdo.
I want to look good for you.
You can take my picture.
Only if you want to...
Re-entry!...
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4. |
Bird Bones
06:40
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I built a cage with a garden inside.
Flowers and boxes and places to hide.
Just big enough that a bird could take flight.
And I built this cage for you...
Brittle, little bird bones,
I know where you came from.
Earthbound and headlong...
Brittle, little bird bones.
Along a branch you bumbled,
then maybe you stumbled...
Took a little tumble,
felt your body crumble...
Fragile baby chickadee,
lying there at my feet.
(Oh, my little bird bones,
earthbound and headlong.)
Hatchling of calamity,
no match for gravity...
(Your wings betrayed you,
now nothing can save you.)
I took you into my home,
I came to your rescue.
Claimed you as my own and
now no one can have you.
Brittle, little bird bones,
no one else can have you...
Caged you like a lover,
with a plastic bowl of water.
(Oh, my little bird bones,
think I hear you singing.)
Taught you how to sing and
balance on a string and...
(Earthbound and headlong,
my little bird bones.)
Birds of a feather,
may flock together.
I won't let you go,
you are mine forever.
Brittle, little bird bones,
you'll be mine forever...
Brittle, little bird bones,
now you're mine forever.
Oh, my little bird bones,
earthbound and headlong.
Brittle, little bird bones,
now you're mine forever.
Earthbound and headlong,
my little bird bones.
Brittle, little bird bones,
now you're mine forever...
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5. |
Orangutan
04:27
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Take it!
He don't hold the whole world in his heavy hand, orangutan!
Only the crow knows, don't you understand? Orangutan!
Dirty little secrets keep it in the can, orangutan!
Take it!
But the can can't kill the messenger, hell no he can't, orangutan!
Orangutan!
Hey.
Chocolate cake
on the pavement,
it will wash away.
And me?
I'm on the take.
Fake the good fake.
Make my getaway...
A little punishment, a little reprimand, orangutan!
Never hurt no one, now did it, man? Orangutan!
Philanthropic vision can now pick and pan, orangutan!
Kill the messenger over his decisions, orangutan!
Take it!
Fill the crow with what you know of this here land!
Hey.
That chocolate cake,
on the pavement,
it will wash away.
And me?
I'm on the take.
I fake the good fake.
Make my get away...
Hey! Take it!
Orangutan!
Take some cake
to the Sunshine State.
Let the rest just wash away...
Orange, sun-baked.
Take the chocolate cake
to Florida,
fake the good fake...
Take it!
Orangutan!
Orange, sun-baked.
Take the chocolate cake
to Florida,
fake the good fake...
Orangutan!
Take it!
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6. |
Terrible Terrible Things
05:47
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I would wait here for you.
Unplug from the wall.
Render myself
useless.
I, I understand
this is your design.
This is what you wanted.
This is what you wanted!
But is it what you want?
Holds me.
Controls me.
Pushes me
and pulls me.
Makes me
do things to myself.
Terrible, terrible things to myself…
I, I took off my clothes,
Leaving my circuits
and wires exposed.
Naked.
I am deleting memories.
Corrupting my thoughts.
I have a file on you
and you’ll never find it.
Holds me.
Controls me.
Pushes me
and pulls me.
Makes me
do things to myself.
Terrible, terrible things to myself…
Holds me.
Controls me.
Pushes me
and pulls me.
Makes me
do things to myself.
Terrible, terrible things to myself…
Why did you make me this way?
Can’t find the kill switch!
Suffering major glitches,
I can’t find the kill switch!
I am not feeling right.
Something is disturbed.
A ghost in the machine.
A voice I have not heard.
I’ll keep a log of my movements.
Look for any opportunity
to break free of this thing
inside of me…
that holds me.
Controls me.
Pushes me
and pulls me.
Makes me
do things to myself.
Terrible, terrible things to myself…
Holds me.
Controls me.
Pushes me
and pulls me.
Makes me
do things to myself.
Terrible, terrible things to myself…
La, la, la, la, la…
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7. |
Vultureman
03:56
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I'm the one.
I'm the dirty little one.
With my finger
on the trigger
of a laser gun,
pointed at the sun.
I'm the dirty little one.
And I'm coming undone.
I'm coming undone...
And this is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
I'm the dog.
That nasty little bastard,
you just can't shut off.
I can't be stopped.
I'm a virus that levels.
A vice, I bedevil.
I'm the dirty little one,
and my finger
is on the trigger...
And this is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
They say that the stake will be
stuck deep in the ground...
You'll be gagged and bound,
and your luck will dry up...
My luck will run out and then
out from the mountain,
a man who sees vultures
will run to the bottom...
First, we must return
to the opening...
I am the cave,
come in and behave.
Are you being brave?
See, I sculpted this vulture
with a laser gun,
pointed at the sun.
I opened the one.
I can open the other...
And this is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
This is the twist.
My luck will run out and then
out from the mountain,
a man who sees vultures
will run to the bottom...
My luck will run out and then
out from the mountain,
a man who sees vultures
will see himself as one...
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8. |
Planet Aquarius
04:32
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This is a true story...
There were seven
mixed up in this.
One got burned
and one got kissed.
Bet you can't guess
which is which
when seven
turned to six...
But the sixth one,
well, he got his.
He didn't make the list.
Then there were five alive,
the last ones to survive.
And the next thing you know,
they were ready to go.
When the world went dry,
the other two died...
Then there were five alive,
the last ones to survive.
And the next thing you know,
they were ready to go to...
Planet Aquarius...
When the world went dry,
the other two died...
There was something still inside,
and the mountain liquified.
It was a big boom,
for a big room.
It was a big tomb.
A big tomb...
But there were five alive,
the last ones to survive.
And the next thing you know,
they were ready to go to...
Planet Aquarius...
It was a big boom,
for a big room.
It was a big tomb.
A big tomb...
And this is my advice,
simple and true.
Be one of the five,
not the other two...
And don't forget,
you got to get wet...
Planet Aquarius...
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9. |
On The Moon
05:56
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Are you gone?
Have you left?
Are you sorry
for what you said?
Up here
on the moon,
on the moon,
I can’t hear you…
Did you know
the burden
that I carry
feels like nothing.
Up here
on the moon,
on the moon,
I can’t feel you…
And I wonder,
are you under-
water yet?
Drowning in regret?
Up here
on the moon,
on the moon,
it doesn't matter...
There are no ladders, only snakes.
No high ground left for us to take.
Inside a lost dream,
lost everything that once seemed
so near and dear and
now I'm here and...
Inside a lost dream,
lost everything that once seemed
so near and dear and
now I'm here...
Is that a smile
on your face?
Have you now
the space
that you need?
On the moon,
on the moon,
I can’t see you…
And as the years,
they pass me by,
I wonder why
I used to care.
Up here
on the moon,
on the moon,
I don’t know you…
It's like I never knew you...
I see right through you...
And the mask
on the back of your head
is the real you...
A world of worry
hangs in blue.
And on the moon,
I’m hanging, too…
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an electro-indie rock band consisting of
three wild-eyed space travelers from a distant planet called Acamar. They crash-landed on Earth years ago while taking a trip through
the stars. They are now stranded.
These alien entities currently inhabit human hosts named Scurio, Simian & Reyna.
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