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React
05:01
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A long time ago, when God was a boy
He said "I think I’ll make some toys
“To arrange in ranks and to occupy my time”
The first few tries were far too crude
Didn’t measure his lines, used too much glue
And sex was all would fit into their minds
He started up on a brand new batch
Kept ’em warm until they hatched
But they were far too scaly to cuddle with in bed
No, he didn’t much care for these reptiles
So in his trademark, overblown biblical style
He cut the lights till he was sure that they were dead
He stepped away for a short duration
He was headstrong in youth and prone to frustration
But resolved he’d get it right next time around
So he locked his door, sketched up a plan
For what he’d call the modern man
Made teachers, bankers, park rangers and clowns
He thought, "Ok, well these might do,
“The eyes look right, not too much glue…”
So he cast them to the scenes of his imagination!
It was tense at first, God’s rough with his toys
He was young and almighty and boys will be boys
And all the praying he demanded seemed to them like masturbation
He’d have em play house and he’d have em play war
And he’d switch up the rules when he’d start to get bored
Then his mom said, “Time for school,” and he took off
Took a little while before they noticed he’d gone
“Do we play on without him, if so, how long?
“Fuck it, let’s invent the game of golf.”
When school let out, God went to his room
Took a look at his toys, got mad as a loon
They were smoking joints and discussing mathematics
He huffed until his face went blue
“If I need you, you need me too,
‘Fore the dark age is through you won’t be so ecstatic.”
Eventually he grew bored with men
And playing the same games time and again
Nearly blew it all up, but nostalgia staid his hand
“Ya ain’t as smart as you think, never do as you’re bid
“But we had some good times when I was a kid
“I just need more mature company- please understand”
They watched him go in disbelief
Then they cast their ballots to elect new chiefs
And life went on much as it had before
God picked another rock in space
Conjured up a brand new race
The sophisticated space crabs of Boptar IV
Oooooohhhhhh…….
Boptar!
Boptar!
Our home and native land!
This is glorious story of how Boptar began!
Where the bop-drops fall from the Fizzle-Bop trees
While the Boplets play with their Bop-Daddies
We bop! We bop! Bop bop!
Boptar!
Boptar!
Mother to us all!
Boptar!
Boptar!
The crabs will answer to your call!
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The New Pleasure
04:38
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I invented an all new pleasure today
Don’t know the why, don’t know the how or what people will pay
But the crowds are already knocking at my door
They don’t know what it is, but they all want more
The crowd to my right want to call it a sin
Tell their kids they better stop it before they begin
They been searching through their laws and their holy verse
To find a way to brand my brand new pleasure perverse
The people to my left want to call it a virtue
It’s a real good time, get a whole new world-view
It’ll feed the hungry, give sight to the blind
Makes your dick get bigger, it’ll open your mind
It’s side effects are similar to sugar pill
Take it on a full stomach or you might feel ill
Use only as directed – always respect it
Don’t smoke it, don’t snort it, don’t you go and inject it
You give it one thing and it returns another
You show it your rival, it shows you a brother
Take it on a clear mind, even it doesn’t know
The nature of the visions or the places you’ll go
Gives you God, gold and glory, 20 acres and a mule
Makes you hot to all the ladies, yeah, you’ll look real cool
You can shoot down the moon and the stars from the sky
Put your orders in now, it’s in short supply
Is it a terrible tragedy?
Is it a miracle of alchemy?
Is it a gift from up high sent to set us free,
Or trap to keep the power in the bourgeoisie?
It’s the animated soup of creation
It’s the endless string of mutation
It’s the mantra you chant, it’s the hymn you recite
It’s the madness it calms, and the twitches you fight
It’s the chemistry of sound, it’s the curse of invention
It’s the beating in your brain, obligation of creation
It’s the urges you disarm
Above all, do no harm
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Sugar
05:56
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Neighbors
03:34
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Rain Machine
05:51
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I'm building a machine
It runs on a battery
It's a rain machine, you see
The first of its kind
It's a complicated process
But I've been making progress
Perfecting the recipe of rain
Oh, the pitter and the patter and the bicker and the chatter remind me
Nothing really is the matter, my bones ain't shattered, no, I am free
I know things'll look better when they get a little wetter and submarine
But in the spaces in between I get so lonesome start to dream about a Rain machine
I'll crank it up on sunny days
Cloak the world in a rainbow haze
And all will shine and all will be made green
Turn my town into a swamp
Grow a jungle on a mountaintop
Anywhere there is sky, I will bring the sea
Gaze into the mist
Share the moisture from your lips
Take the wetness of your eyes and add it to the fog
If I should be consumed,
I'd merely be amused
Create a symphony and burst my cloud with sound
Oh, the pitter and the patter and the bicker and the chatter remind me
Nothing really is the matter, my bones ain't shattered, no, I am free
I know things'll look better when they get a little wetter and submarine
But in the spaces in between I get so lonesome start to dream about a Rain machine
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7. |
Dancers
04:51
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