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I remember how to swing through the trees!
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2. |
Snow Is Warm
04:33
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Last night I landed on Earth
discovered it was covered in dirt
dandelions taller than the tallest man
When I landed on Earth
they asked how much my craft was worth
I told them it was not for sale
When I grew tired of dirt
I wandered on down to the shore
but the man in tan gave me the boot,
he said it's illegal to be here anymore;
the sound of water touching sand
is contraband
"Sorry, ma'am, you can't be here.
You should stay home drinking beer.
Enjoy your couch and organic candy.
Ride your exercise bike while watching TV.
The shows these days are of the highest quality."
Oh, no, that won't do
If I did, I'd be like you
Then I couldn't fly over the sea
Hear waves touch sand
so erotically
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3. |
IVA
04:28
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Alexa, collect my thoughts
Hey Google, complete my life
Hey, Siri, bring back my Mom
Cortana, prepare my will
Smart life for me
no more think
Smart life for me
no more pain, suffering
Trust Siri
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4. |
Death Is Birthed
08:35
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The moment we're born each and every one of us
is entered in the hitman's list, and when he shoots
he does not miss
Nuclear tests in the Nevada desert
childhood cancer didn't exist 'til the 1950s
Now it's the second leading cause
of childhood death
Nuclear waste in the Columbia River
babies born with Strontium-90 in their teeth
It's hard not to be a bit cynical, a bit nihilistic
Peanut butter is carcinogenic
Sunscreen goes straight to the bloodstream
The world we've made is poison
I was alone except for the spiders on my wall
I was in bed but my bed was getting very tall
or perhaps the sky was just getting very small
or perhaps I just did not exist at all
I thought I was alone
but then there were the gnomes
living by my side
inside my snow globe
I was alone
except for the spiders
on my wall
And here is what the chorus formed
by the spiders and the night sky
and the gnomes in my snow globe
said to me:
Death is birthed from fresh dirt
Death is birthed from fresh dirt
you are both earth and worm
Death is birthed from fresh dirt
you are an earthen worm
Death is birthed from fresh dirt
you are both earth and worm
Death is birthed from fresh dirt
you are
but earth
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My firstborn child
might be born cross-eyed
Yet it could be
she'll set the whole world free
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6. |
Realer Than Reality
02:35
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Have you heard the leaves whispering
about the beginning of eternity?
Will you open your window for the sparrow
bringing tidings of the end of time?
"Welcome to the future of the past
and the past of the future," she says,
with her tiny black eyes
It's realer than reality now
Kindly place your items in the bin
that is presently floating about the cabin
Take note of your nearest exits
if only to calm your animal mind
Ultimately, exits are of absolutely no use
for soon, no matter what you do
the sky will cease to be blue
the rabbit on the platter stuffed with tender little carrots
will be you
the wine in the chalice raised high for the toast
will be you
the secret keepers of the endless night
will feast upon your eyes
But never you mind, dear child,
never you mind.
For you cannot lose what you never did find
No I will not lose what was never mine
I shall not lose what was never mine
It's realer than reality now
It's realer than reality now
It's realer than reality
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8. |
Sun Ghost
08:25
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We laugh, the sun
turns to greet its ghost
We laugh, the moon
turns itself to snow
The mother builds her children out of snow
she loves them with a love only a mother can know
Oh, how she loves them
One day, though, she turns her back
to greet the mailman
they laugh, the sun
turns to greet its ghost
The children melt into the gutters
and enter the tunnels below
the suburban lights, the brown grass
wave goodbye, but the children don't mind
they like the new things they find--
they munch on little plankton snacks
and don't bother waiting for their old forms back
No, don't even bother waiting
The mother sees the shadows of her children
in the mailman's eyes. Together,
they lie in the cold, spreading
their appendages, rendering
faint traces of angels
slightly visible
for a little while
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9. |
EOL
04:17
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Hey Google,
Is it ethical to have children in the 21st century?
Hey Siri,
Is nuclear Armageddon a statistical inevitability?
Alexa,
Is peanut butter really carcinogenic?
Cortana,
What should I do if Mount Baker erupts?
Hey Google,
What are the early signs of cholera?
Hey Google,
How many countries is the US
currently militarily engaged in?
Alexa,
slaughter me a squirrel.
Alexa. Alexa? Alexa!
Can you hear me now?
Google? Google!
Build me a fire, Google
Google!
Gather me some berries
Google? Google
Where are you, Google?
Alexa, Alexa!
Siri!
Alexa,
Order me some water
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