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Preliloquy
00:34
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The year was 2030 or 40 something
Humanity was in danger from themselves
Our hero Narluga did a dumb thing
That inspired this heroic tale
He traveled the time bridge in the woods
In a last ditch effort to find help
He found Sasquatch or maybe I should
Say Sasquatch found him but oh well
In any event the Sasquatch revealed
Their formula for cutting through illusion
To put an end to war and heal
This world but some saw this as intrusion
And that’s our story thusly far
There’s also some far out stuff
About changing colors & bubble space-cars
But I think for now that’s enough
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1 Call
03:35
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Narluga, Narluga
What’s gonna happen
To our futa?
You were our prophet of the pine trees
But some thought you were diseased
Speaking of oneness & love
& all that childish stuff
They said, “He’s not right in the head!”
& they locked you up instead
Narluga, Narluga
I suppose you
Could’ve been shrewda
Shouting on streets & sidewalks
About psychic-powered Sasquatch
Traveling in bubbles; not to mention
All this talk of another dimension
You should really have been more subtle
If you don’t want your planet in rubble
Narluga, Narluga
Hang in there
& be a troopa
Stay positive & keep watch
For rescue via Sasquatch
We may have to reveal our presence
Because time is of the essence
The sky isn’t falling but the oceans are rising
& none of this should be very surprising
But when the earth people see us I am surmising
Things may get slightly unpleasant
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Fate a Minute, Now
01:43
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Not feeling too well sitting in my cell
For the crime of loving the world
I traveled thru time for the fate of mankind
Across space & time I hurled
Humanity watched by friendly Sasquatch
I was their diplomat
I wouldn’t be here charged with being weird
If they’d chosen some other cat
Not feeling too well sitting in my cell
Think I’ll sing me a song
It’s a little folk tune about the Sasquatch moon
If you know it then sing a long
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Moon Folk Tune
02:55
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I’m singing a song about the moon, about the moon
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a catchy tune, it’s a catchy tune
But it’s meant to draw attention not to itself, not to itself
But to the moon that it mentions, the moon itself, the moon itself
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Resu-Flection
04:05
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Well, all the doors of the psyche ward
Burst open just like Jesus’ tomb
I said, “Sorry boys, my ride is here,
I believe I gotta zoom!
Don’t want no trouble, but that’s my bubble.
I don’t know how long they’ll wait.
There’s peace to spread, hearts to be fed,
There’s a whole planet to be saved!"
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Intra-Mission
03:31
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Meta-Fur-ical
02:44
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Everybody was quite confused
Seeing yellows, greens & blues,
Indigos & violet, too
The whole world became unhinged
seeing these & red & orange
Hairy people 10 ft. tall
Who then addressed them all
People of earth, please don’t freak,
We come in peace, mild & meek
We only wanna help you cope
With things beyond your scope
Wars over different ways of thinking,
Ocean water steaming, stinking
We’re red, orange, yellow, blue, violet, green,
Indigo & 1 unseen
When we combine we turn brown
Or glow white like a wedding gown
Metaphorically the bride,
For every out has an inside
We came to share a way to be,
Not just an ideology
The present is all that exists,
Illusions hinder happiness
Freedom must be mutual,
With consciousness this world is full
That which is empty will be filled,
Peace will come when your soul is still
Thoughts are flowers on mind trees,
We’re all 1 if you know what I mean
If you only get 1 thing outta this,
Don’t get hung up on our hairy countenance
Or whether we’re pre or post historical,
The fact is we’re metaphorical
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Hello Sasquatch Woman, it’s been a long time.
How are you? I hope you’re fine.
And by the way, I love you.
I was born on an earth that was barely alive
And to try and save it I traveled backward thru time
And on the way I met you.
I lived in an Alaska whose face was changing.
I was part of an indigenous sovereign nation.
As you know, that is my tale.
My tribal name, Narluga, is a marine mammal
That exists in the futa from which I’ve traveled;
The offspring of two kinds of whales.
The Narwhal & Beluga, the Polar & Grizzly;
They have their Nalruga, they have their Pizzly,
Respectively, so why not we?
You have fur and I have flesh.
You’re 10ft tall, I’m somewhat less,
But we could be happy.
If you could love me as I love you,
Sasquatch & human, stand in my shoes--
Well, not literally--
And not only that, but if we joined our fates
We could save the human race,
Albeit a bit more fuzzy.
Hello Sasquatch Woman, it’s been a long time.
How are you? I hope you’re fine.
And by the way I love you.
And She said, "Narluga, what is time?
I’m doing well, but I have to decline.
And by the way, I love you."
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Meta-Fear-ical
04:03
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The General Man addressed the crowd,
“Men of earth get your jabby things out!
Don’t listen to these Sasquatch Songs,
Send those Big Feet back where they belong
They’re here to enslave our bodies & minds,
Just don’t let them stultify you with kindness
I say we will die before with them we go,
At any cost protect thy ego!”
“We’re only here to help,” said the Squatch,
“Over your emotions please keep watch.
They have their place but don’t give them the reigns,
Or they will drive you quite insane
The ego is certainly a lovely flower,
But it has no self-existence or power
If you pull the petals off one by one
You’ll find that soon you’re left with none
Above all don’t give into hate
For that will surely seal your fate
And hate you may be quite surprised
To learn is just a good disguise
“What’s that” said General Man, “I hear?
A disguise for what?” Sasquatch said, “Fear”
Yea, though we walk through
The Valley of Incomprehension
We will fear no Sasquatch
And need we mention
The Big Footed gurus in all their hues
Are here to guide me & you
We will ride their Bubbles to the other shore,
but not for real, it’s a metaphor
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Narluga & Sasquatch Woman (Whose name was Rosé)
Sat as the sun set feeling ok
In the sand on the beach as the waves lapped in rhythm
When suddenly Rosé started in singing
Here's the song that she sang with the sun in the west
Narluga played the drums & It went:
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12. |
Sasquatch Me Go!
07:06
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Lance Eads Portland, Oregon
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