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Cassowary bites and bites
Drunken sailor's thoughts at night
Bursting at the britches
Of the moon and the stars
He can see his house from here
His wife and children very clear
Coyote next door
Gnawing on the morning sun
Look at those groundhogs!
They chase the robbers away
With the head of a drum
Chase them with the head of a drum
The thief, with the head of a drum.
The thief, with the head of a drum.
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Cassowary bites and bites
Drunken sailor's thoughts at night
Bursting at the britches
Of the moon and the stars
He can see his house from here
His wife and children very clear
Coyote next door
Gnawing on the morning sun
Look at those groundhogs!
They chase the robbers away
With the head of a drum
Chase them with the head of a drum
The thief with the head of a drum.
The thief with the head of a drum.
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Got a river runnin' through my plastic bones
Gotta' get home to my motor home
Bringin' home a jelly made it by my own
Killin' two hawks with an otter stone
Pickin' up a chicken with a tender throne
King Of Malashikis mighty cloud unknown
He knows I know you know how it goes, you know?
Now I got a sinkhole where I had a soul
Sitting at the table, would you pass the dreams?
Sugar honey, cotton tummy? If you please.
When it's sunny out, I feel it in my knees
I remember when I used to have knees
Got a river runnin' through my plastic bones
Now I got a sinkhole where I had a soul
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Skin The face from your ghost
...from your ghost in my dream.
Not from your real ghost
....but your Ghost in my dream.
Took the face from your ghost,
it's a mask with eye holes.
Lined them up with my eyes,
to see what you might see.
But it's all the same as what I see,
I still see all of the time
I try to touch your matters,
but my fingers go right on by.
What I'm trying to say
If you know what I mean
Think you get the point, right?
Do you still believe me?
Is it all the same as what I see?
I still see all of the time!
I try to touch your matters,
but my fingers go right on by.
Is it all the same?
OOOOOOOOOOOOOoOOoOOOoOOOOOoo
OoOOOOoooOoOOooooOOooOoOoOo
OooOoOOOooooOOOOooOoooOOOoOO
oOOOOOOooOOOOOoooOOOOOOOOooooo
OooOOoOOOOooooooOOOOOooOooOoOo
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With your face like a tall tree
Your voice like a bird
I'm a standing structure
I hang on your words
I gather raindrops
I'll build you a stove
If the door doesn't open
I'll wait in the cold
And I don't know
If I'll ever grow old
It doesn't take a long time
Just as long as I'm told
When there is nothing more of me
And I'm out of these chains
Will you still talk to me?
Do you remember my name?
There's too many people
I don't understand
They'll kill you to make you
eat from your hands
And I don't know
If I'll ever grow old
It doesn't take a long time
Just as long as I'm told
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Forget what you think you know
Remember what you think you don't
OOOOoooooOOooooo
I'm comin' home
Bobadobadoo
Meet me on the hill where the days are long
Get the rump roast ready 'till the break of dawn
OOOOOOoooOOOOOoooooo
I'm comin' home
Yabadabbadoo
Rumpledumplestilskin
Turns the little kids to gold
I don't know if I'll ever grow old
Like all those kids I sold
Trickle in like the morning sun
Tip-toeing like Atilla The Hun
OOOOooooOOOOOoooooo
I'm comin' home
Yabadabaday
Mama said don't date Capricorns
Tom Sawer with them devil horns
Makes me wish that I'd never been born
I'm comin' home!
WooooOOooOOooooOoooooooo!
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The task at hand is a foot
Below your nose
From your toes
From your past
Go to bed, sleepyhead
Then wake up
Then go to the future!
When the past is a glass jar that you grow inside of, and its size is relative only to your heart, then the glass cannot hold you. And all your dreams are but dreams within dreams, within glass jars, within different dreams. So crack your knucks, and git movin' on, 'cause when the consciousness collector comes around, you wanna be ready. (That's right!)
My soul is just an old
Bird
On conciane
In the rain
Getting tired
Fun, fun for everyone!
(Bird)
Fun for you
And for me
Fun in the future
And for forever!
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Poppy Da Bobby and Grampa Derek explored your brain minds and made sounds about it.