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Runaway Go-Carts
03:19
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Runaway go-carts, careening down the hill--
Y’know we’re gonna crash’em, yeah I’m certain we will.
Runaway go-carts, straight into the mist;
What we’re gonna find there is anybody’s guess.
Runaway go-carts sending up sparks.
Tryin’ to illumine the infinite dark;
Runaway go-carts, you can grip the wheel
Tighter with your fingers, but you’re gonna crash still.
So what do we do now with the time we have?
Live with all your might now, and in danger’s face laugh.
Love those around you while you still can.
The flames burn hotter when they feel the wind.
Runaway go-carts, someday we’re gonna crash
Headlong into nowhere in a sudden flash.
‘Till then throw your hands up and shout to the sky.
Maybe I’ll see you on the other side.
Maybe I’ll see you on the other side.
You’re not the driver, you’re not the car;
You made everything near and far.
You’re not the hill and you’re not the mist;
There is no future and there is no past.
You are the now and you are the here;
The universe, it is your mirror.
The universe, it is your mirror.
The universe, it is your mirror.
The universe, it is your mirror.
The universe, it is your mirror.
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A. Sasquatch Sees 8 Colors
Sasquatch sees 8 colors, red orange yellow green blue
Sasquatch sees 8 colors, indigo and violet too
But the 8th color the Sasquatch sees, that’s invisible to you and me
Is the color in between, we’ll call it subterranean green, chock-a-doodle-bop!
B. Spectrophonocode
(Red)-The present is the thing, past and future are fiction
(Orange)-If you want to be happy, you’ve got to set illusions free
(Yellow)-Freedom’s only freedom when, everyone is free to sing
(Green)-The force that makes the stars to shine, is also what ferments your wine
(Blue)-When your self is empty is, when the universe can bless
(Indigo)-Peace must come from inside you, and radiate through all you do
(Violet)-The thought of thinking thoughts, is always just another thought
Subterranean Green we are all one if you know what I mean
Subterranean Green we are all one if you know what I mean
Subterranean Green we are all one if you know what I mean
Subterranean Green we are all one if you know what I mean
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Verse 1:
We saw the city by foot
Undercover of the night,
And a good root beer buzz
Made you feel alright.
Tried to scare the near-sighted girl
With raspberry jam,
But even with her glasses off
She knew it was a scam.
Chorus:
B-Man where’d you go? I don’t know.
B-Man where’d you go? I don’t know!
Verse 2:
In your slippers and your robe
Smoking an old wood pipe,
A serious look on your face
Though you were laughing inside--
Beating the dormitory doors
With a wiffle ball bat,
You fooled that old R.D.
With sounds of dog and cat.
Chorus
Verse 3:
Roscoe P. Coltrane
Lives inside your brain,
And it really chaps my hide,
The one I seek I can’t find.
We stayed in touch a while
And across many a mile,
But so much time has passed
And it went by so fast.
Chorus
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Trickery
02:42
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Verse 1:
Everybody’s buying what they’re selling.
When they’re going to realize, there’s no telling.
The writings on the wall--what’s it spelling?
Someone dug a pit; people fell in.
Pre-Chorus:
Leaders Propagandize
Seeking to Aggrandize,
But I see through their lies
And all I say is, “Nice try!
Chorus:
You’re not fooling me, ‘cause I can plainly see
It’s trickery...it's trickery.
Verse 2:
Products in my face: your perverse program.
Lies in my space--I see through them.
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
Verse 3:
Break your mental chains; free your mind!
Straight jackets of your brains: loose the binds!
Pre-Chorus
Chorus 2x's
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Failure of Imagination
03:19
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The company owns the product, children
The company owns your soul
The company is the perfect villain
When you feel you’re in a hole
Don’t blame the company, you’ve dug your own pit
You’re piling dirt on top
There’s nothing funny ‘bout playing the victim, it
Is time you start to start to stop
Imagination creates this whole world
Imagination calcified
It’s responsible for all our failures
Leave no ideas untried
It’s a failure of imagination
That’s right, that's right, that’s where we’re at
It’s the reason for your rank and station
What do think of that?
The government owns the life you’re living
Your life and your spirit
The piper’s calling, something new he’s giving
The tune he plays, can you hear it?
It’s a failure of imagination
That’s right, that's right, that’s where we’re at
Let work together, a new way of living
What do you think of that?
It begins within the revolution
And like ripples from a stone
It spreads outward and that’s the solution
We’ll work together, not alone
Combat this failure of imagination
Where you’re at’s not what you are
Combat this failure of imagination
Skyrocket like a shooting star
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People Are Trees
01:37
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Well, people are trees
With their thoughts in the breeze,
All limbs and leaves,
And it makes me grieve
That each leafy tree
Says, "This is me,"
But fails to see
The totality:
The dirt and sun,
The streams that run...
They'd be stunned
To know it's all one--
It's all one.
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
People are trees!
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The Puppeteer's Dream
04:46
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Lance Eads Portland, Oregon
Portland-based singer-songwriter & multi-instrumentalist
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