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The Mining Song
03:08
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It's a little meadow
It's a little meadow
Bore an open pit right here
With the drill lodged in lignite
Captain junkie veins are closing
Slurry pipelines feeding oily babies
Lalalala
Lalala
I want more of the ore
Gonna drill to the core
I want more of the ore
Gonna drill to the core
I want more of the ore
Gonna drill to the core
I want more of the ore
Gonna drill to the core
It’s a little meadow
It's a little meadow
Acid neutral future nears
If the bug dust does not bite
Weather is blight
Weather is blight
I want more of the ore
Gonna drill to the core
I want more of the ore
Gonna drill to the core
I want more of the ore
Gonna drill to the core
I want more of the ore
Gonna drill to the core
Care not if it’s all gone
Ok Tedi is my friend
Assure that it’s all mine
Drill, pump, mine
Get to the core
To the core
To the core
To the core
To the core
To the core
To the core
To the core
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2. |
Nastic
03:20
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Buried feelings in the soil
No such thing as
Mental faculties deployed
Nervous systems
But in this clouded matter
Complex and functional is key
Florally
Living spree
Florally
Living spree
Florally
Living spree
Florally
Living spree
Brainy feelings nothing more
Nature instant
Leaning slightly towards the light
Just survival
Clear up the sprouted matter
Correct and functional is key
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3. |
Jetpack
03:52
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Floating rocket wearer, battered by the trees
Trying to remember, all the lights precede
Stranded metal cherub, picking through debris
Somethings happening, simultaneously
Fogginess and mist cover eyes that gaze at the
Glossy humanoid with obscure ability
Now they look
Down at their
feet
Yeah
Ah
The wearer, it knows
And floats over
It then takes them in a dance
Soaring, superheated blasts
Landscape, tiny awareness
Fleeting, fleeting
Clearing the horizon, all velocity
Fellow body flying, till the apogee
Wooed by its elation, weighing heavily
Slipping off the armor, down the canopy
Fogginess and mist cover eyes that gaze at the
Glossy humanoid with obscure ability
Hydro wind
Breathing down
heat
Up the breeze
Up the breeze shakily
Up the breeze
Shakily
Shakily
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4. |
Monitor Lizard
03:18
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Wrestling a foe to the break
Barely reaching ground in the play
Scissoring tongue in an array ay
And beaming
And beaming
On all fours
Analyzing all
Intertwining mess to show its all or nothing, none
When the servers crash and spew the guts from all the
Spilling cables in the mechanisms
havoc havoc havoc out to zap the
Air air air air
In a headlock hold
All the future gore
Monitor the scape
Punching rush
Churning eyes
Projecting gaze
Looping, targeting the brain
Closing, coveting the gain
Slaying, ravishing decay
Ay ay ay ay
And gleaming
And gleaming
On all fours
Analyzing all
Intertwining mess to show its all or nothing, none
When the servers crash and spew the guts from all the
Spilling cables in the mechanisms
havoc havoc havoc out to zap the
Air air air air
sparking a fear
bandwidth is maxed to
feature the loopholes
slipping here
cache wouldn’t clear
lassoing hero
messing
messing
messing up galore
Battle in the gore of what's left of him
Dipping in the pools of the circuitry
A goner
Really gone now
Goner
Really gone
A goner
Really gone now
Goner Goner
Out in a break
Opens out of the gate
Feelings that gush and pulsate
In the Way
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5. |
Purified Psycho
03:52
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Caught up in a whirl
Microbes wait for more
What he thinks is real
Tranquilize the big fear
Impatience
To rid it
Of leeches
In essence
He rides along the belt
Envisions muscle him
He's wrapped in plastic skin
Then he goes
Scrubbing down the bone
Into compost
Purified psycho
Lowly terror
Lowly terror
Spinning head sets in
Out the door just limping
Chiseled man he is
With the plastic squeaking
Piles of crust, disgusting matter
Layered tints and hues
On PVC
Buried deep inside his head now
and breathing heavy
Feeling dirty
Then he goes
Ventures out the hole
A tip and toe
Towards the open goal
Lowly terror
Lowly terror
Waiting for the big reverie
Waiting for the big reverie
Menacing the crud up ahead
Suddenly the thought of crushing them
Leaping all around, the end
Organisms haven’t a chance now
He is out
Bleeding out
and revelling
and revelling
and revelling
and revelling
Colorful
Tubes and all
Lovingly inviting
He is wanting more
of the
Fun
Fun
Fun
Fun
Fun
Fun
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