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Blue Sky Meteor
03:38
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She was just a quiet little girl
When she saw that star a-falling
Heard its thunder calling her
That fire in a blue september sky
Left forest trees shaking
Hearts racing
Made her want to take off and fly
She was a restless and romantic teen
Felt like life was moving too slow
And she just didn’t know why
She escaped under a blue september sky
Hitched a ride on the highway
American runaway
Chasing shooting stars through the night
Now she’ll shine like a second sunrise
Not afraid to
Burn through
All the pain and the doubt and the lies
And she’ll never stop searching for where that star fell
Or be free from its wandering spell
She never stopped to settle down
There were too many horizons
Luring her with siren songs
And sometimes on clear September days
She’d think of all the long miles
Adventures and trials
Chasing that magic star-light
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2. |
Quick
05:23
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Hey Kid - I hear you’re pretty good
Dreamin ‘bout breaking away
Driving faster than you should
Hey Kid - they call you cheetah quick
But have you got the demon heart
That’ll make that speed stick?
Hey Kid - what’s pushin you so hard?
It it just a passing phase
Has it left you scarred?
Hey Kid - you ain’t never come in last
Never felt the sting of loss
So I have to ask
Quick, are you quick, are you quick - as a crack of thunder
Quick are you quick, are you quick - do you feel the hunger
Quick are you quick, are you quick - like a rabbit running
Quick, are you quick, are you quick- kid the green flag is waving
Lets start misbehaving
And never slow down
Speed is a relative thing, just look at history
The ancient people didn’t see it as a mystery
They knew that their feet didn’t have the juice
So they dreamt of gods with winged boots
They captured horses out on the plains
Tamed speed with saddles and with reins
Built ships that sliced through sea and spray
Getting faster, every day
And when they hit that limit where
Flesh would fail, canvas would tear
They turned to iron and to steel
Lit gasoline to turn the wheel
Motorcycles, air-o-planes
supercars, bullet trains
Fighter jets, rocket ships
Fast enough now for lunar trips
So now let me tell you about my own experience with speed
I used to live in a lofty place
Where we took it slow, where we didn’t race
But I craved the rush of a downhill glide
Breaking rules, yeah, taking pride
So they pushed me out and I fell
down, down down down
And kid, you ain’t never felt speed like that
And when I hit the ground, I kept on running
Never gonna stop, wheels still spinnin
There’s a breeze in my hair, I’m a-winnin and a-grinnin
You wanna catch me? Well you better be quick
But enough already with the idle talk
Let’s line ‘em up, start the clock
Turn the key, yeah fire ‘em up
5, 4, 3, 2
Are you ready kid? Now let’s see what you can do.
Hey Kid, I hear you’re pretty good,
That you don’t know when to throttle back
That you don’t know when you should
Hey Kid, they say you’re quite a pro
But I don’t give a good goddamn about that
I just want to know
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3. |
Sexy Robot
03:44
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Sexy Robot - titanium frame and a heart of plutonium
Sexy Robot - manufactured curves creating pandemonium
Sexy Robot - charged coupled eyes and a brain transistorized
Sexy Robot - reprogramming hearts with her smile, synthesized
Oh, I know, I’m a loser for saying so
But I kinda like the feel of stainless steel,
hardware galvanized with sex appeal
Sexy Robot, your curves they don’t compute
Sexy Robot, my confusion - acute
Sexy Robot, cupid’s digital missile
Sexy Robot, resistance - futile
Sexy Robot - your million dollar body is a wonder of technology
Sexy Robot - exotic materials confounding my psychology
Sexy Robot - low maintenance and a can-do attitude
Sexy Robot - everywhere you go they wonder what you look like in the nude
Oh, I know, I’m a loser for saying so
But I think I always knew
That I’d break a taboo, cross the uncanny valley for you
Oh, I know, I’m a loser for saying so
But I just wanna cry whenever she walks by
Plugs herself into a power supply
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4. |
Left Behind
03:29
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He was always chronically late
He didn’t know how to keep a date
He was sleeping in every day
Dreaming ‘bout the dragons that he would slay
He missed every opportunity
Watched ‘em sail by like a ship on the sea
He was busy doing his own thing
Holding court like a slacker king
Lets go!
One day he rolled out of bed
Walked downtown, a-scratchin his head
There was nobody on the road
Lights were off, the stores were all closed
He screamed “Anybody there?”
No reply, just echoes everywhere
He had slept through that special day
Everyone had been raptured away
Left Behind
How will he survive?
No XBOX no Internet
Nothing but time
Left Behind
He paid the price of slackin’
napping, procrastinatin’
Now he is losing his mind
He always had an excuse
For showing up late, for being obtuse
But we loved him nonetheless
For the fucked up way he defined success
Now he’s wandering the earth alone
Calling his friends but nobody's home
And sometimes I shed a little tear
Wishin’ he were partying with us up here
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5. |
Dog Don't Know
03:30
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Dog don’t know how to use a toilet bowl
Dog don’t know how to play no rock and roll
Dog don’t know why the moons spins round all night
Dog don’t know how to read or how to write
Dog don’t know how to smoke a cigarette
Dog don’t know how to drive a red corvette
Dog don’t know how to calculate a tip
Dog don’t know what’s cool or what’s unhip
What’s the point of dollars and coins?
bucket lists, grand designs?
Dog don’t need no dead-end goal
Dog don’t need to save his soul
Anyway, Dog just don’t know
Dog don’t know about ancient history
Dog don’t know about monogamy
Dog don’t know who’s too thin or too fat
Dog just wants to catch that goddamn cat
What’s the point of dollars and coins?
bucket lists, grand designs?
Dog don’t need no dead-end goal
Dog don’t need to save his soul
Anyway, Dog just don’t know
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Waste of a Supernova
03:54
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It began 5 billion years ago, with a dying star explosion
Shock waves hurtling through deep space, set wheels in motion
Fast forward to the present day - Hey! Things don’t seem quite right
I’m stardust magic glitter dust, but I just can’t sleep at night
I am not a precious snowflake, I am not unique
I am not a rhodes scholar genius, I am not a sexy beast
You wanna fight me? Hey! You’ll probably win!
I haven’t got thunderball fists. So punch in the nose and watch me bleed
Show me that I still exist
Waste of a supernova, bastard of Jehovah
Orphan son with a chip on my shoulder
Sometimes, I stop and wonder - am I a cosmic blunder?
And if so, are the stars laughing at me?
For every star you see at night, there are a million that you don’t
For every dream that springs to life, there are a million that won’t
I’ve been a hero only once before, found a lost dog, it was crying
And I’ve been trying, living and dying, to play the role of hero once more
We grind ourselves down every day, reaching for apples that get snatched away
Better to live and learn to smile, embrace our flaws with grace and style
Oh yeah!
It began five billion years ago and here I am still today
The mutant son of a suicide star deep in the milky way
I’m pretty sure that I’m a piece of an unseen master plan
But if I screw up just cut me some slack
I’m doing the best I can
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7. |
Cracks
03:00
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100 steps, that's how far it is, from his car to his office door
100 steps the same ev-er-y day, nothing new nothing fresh nothing more
But today there's a crack, it appeared overnight, in the concrete step 58
It's jagged and black and it threatens to tip in an evil direction his fate
Now there's cracks in the walls, cracks in the doors, cracks in the ground underfoot
It's falling apart, his perfect world, And his trust he has nowhere to put
Because there's cracks! And they're spreading out of control
There's cracks! And he's trying to keep it whole
There's cracks! And I wonder who he'll be
Yeah cracks! When it crumbles down we'll see
There's cracks!
100 steps, that's how far it is, from his car to his office door
Fear in his eyes, he's counting the cracks, finding more than the day before
He wonders if the cracks are plain for ev-er-y-one to see
He dare not ask, for if they are, just that much worse they'll be
Now there's cracks in the sky, cracks in the sea, cracks in the air that he breathes
He wears his smile like a mask, But in his heart he seethes
Now there's cracks in his face, cracks in his hands, cracks in the white of his eyes
He shines as he finally crumbles to dust, Free at last from the lies
Because there's cracks! And they're spreading out of control
There's cracks! And we're trying to keep it whole
There's cracks! And we wonder who we'll be
Yeah cracks! When it crumbles down we'll see
There's cracks!
100 steps, that's how far it is, from his car to his office door
100 steps the same every day, nothing new nothing fresh nothing more
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We gathered in a field, the sunlight was fading
A thousand different stories, dreams we were chasing
Watched the storm clouds roll in uninvited
Wondered how long we’d remain united
A rolling sound of cannons, the fireworks exploded
Rain came pouring down, thunderheads unloaded
Fiery petals falling through a downpour raging
Never surrender, never stop waging
Oh, nothing ever stays the same
The castles that we build today will be torn down
and swept away
But oh, we’ll keep our fires burning warm
Hurl fireworks at the storm
Until we’re gone
Some of us ran for the safety of cover
Some of us remained, huddled with the others
When the storm broke we were bruised and breathless
Reborn into a world cruel and restless
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9. |
Fragments of a Bad Man
04:12
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He carved his mark then he blew away
Uneasy shadows in his wake
Scars and sullen glances,
dark memories of romances
Hard new lessons in heartbreak
Did he ever say goodbye? / Did he ever leave?
Or did we tear him apart / and into our hearts weave?
Fragments of a bad man / Fragments that we’ll never sweep away
Fragments of a bad man / Fragments that still cut us every day
He knew that mischief thrives in the light
He knew that lies shine like gold
Weaving deception
Twisting perception
Our innocence, he bought and sold
Did he ever say goodbye? / Did he ever leave?
Or did we tear him apart, / and into our hearts weave?
Fragments of a bad man / Fragments that we’ll never sweep away
Fragments of a bad man / Fragments that still cut us every day
He disappeared, no rest for the wicked
He knew the rules of the game
We learned his lessons
He left impressions
Scarred by a cold burning flame
Did he ever say goodbye? / Did he ever leave?
Or did we tear him apart, / and into our hearts weave?
Fragments of a bad man / Fragments that we’ll never sweep away
Fragments of a bad man / Fragments that still cut us every day
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10. |
The Dragon Speaks
03:24
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I’ve seen starry nights foreving burning
Story books, pages ever turning
Shoreless seas, endlessly churning
Monuments eroding to dust
And I’ve seen legends blossom and wither
Angels soar, serpents slither
Blind man scramble yon and hither
Love and die to a lunatic song
I’ve seen rivers rage and then evaporate
Glaciers surge and silently eviscerate
Nova flare and gaudily illuminate
Rituals bizarre and obscene
And I’ve seen magic murdered by circuitry
Demons subjugated by psychiatry
Fear and hope transformed into theology
Altars raised to a formula
All these years of winter snows falling
All these years of mysteries calling
All these years of searching and crawling
Questions under a darkening sun
All these years of autumn leaves burning
All these years of cynical observing
All these years of mice and men yearning
All these years but answers, I’ve none.
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11. |
Revolution Stop
04:34
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Shut up - turn on the television screen
We've got programming there for you
A thousand soma pixels to keep you numb
To all the lowdown dirty things we do.
We’ve got lawyers, loopholes, golden parachutes
Gated communities
We’ve stolen your piece of the prosperity pie
But we’ll sell it back for a fee
Revolution - stop - but the streets are burning
Revolution - stop - but the world keeps turning
Revolution - stop - but our house is falling
Revolution - stop - but the future's calling NOW
Compassions expensive - honesty too
They just liabilities
In a world this hard it’s not who you save
Only how much you can seize
We’ve got lobbies, markets, politicians
Security to lock you out
We’re making decisions that will keep us safe
And we don’t care how loud you shout
The party, it’s over - the lights have gone down
Let’s all sing a final song
About a golden age without fear or doubt
An age with no right or wrong
We had power, influence, Jaguar cars
Insularity
We were only looking out for ourselves
And so will you, just wait and see
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12. |
The Ways of Magic
04:25
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I’ve got a dozen tarnished bottles, filled with genies sleeping, fast
locked inside an ancient wooden cabinet, with a darkly whispered past
A witch’s broom above the hearth, A book of magic, black
A restless Count’s razor fangs, A unicorn out back
The world’s a grey and listless place, It’ll grind you down to dust
Learn what you can trust
So learn the ways of magic, Learn to cast a spell
Leave the everyday behind, and weave a tale to tell
Learn the ways of magic, Read the starry skies
Find the wonders that will slay, A world rotten with lies
She said I don’t believe in magic, I only trust the world that I can see
I said you can let the world devour you, Or you can make it what you want it to be
A time machine in the garage, A coyote playing tricks
An archangel’s flaming sword, A road of golden bricks
The world’s a grey and listless place, It’ll grind you down to dust
Learn what you can trust
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Stroller Coaster Detroit, Michigan
We play all original music, mostly about science fiction or heartbreak, or sometimes both. We have an instrumental about big mountain skiing, a scorcher about the last days of the dinosaurs, and a soulful ballad about skipping prom to see the Dead Milkmen. We hope you enjoy the music we've posted here. ... more
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