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Dragon In D
03:37
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At high!
Lift your sword
when the dragon comes.
Be strong,
and push the point
through his lung!
Be gone!
O, wretched invader!
Raise the flag,
and let him know
he's not welcome here...
Are you a man
or are you a mouse?
Are you a man
or are you a mouse?
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Prickly Little Unicorn
03:04
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Prickly little unicorn...
Luckless? Yes, as he was born
with more than just the usual horn.
But more than two,
and even more,
this luckless beast
was born with four!
How sad, was he, forevermore,
this prickly little unicorn...
Full of sorrow and forlorn.
As all his friends called him
the poor-old, prickly...
All his friends called him
the poor-old, prickly
quadruplecorn...
Prickly little unicorn...
Luckless? Yes, as he was born
with more than just the usual horn.
But more than two,
and even more,
this luckless beast
was born with four!
So full of sorrow and forlorn,
this prickly little unicorn...
Plagued by the way
that he was formed,
he cursed the day
that he was born.
Plagued by the way
that he was formed,
he cursed the day
that he was born,
this prickly little unicorn.
Prickly little unicorn...
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3. |
Swan Tar Tar
02:49
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(instrumental)
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I was looking for you, baby,
I was drenched to the bone.
Searching for your broken heart
under each and every stone.
But all I found was a pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow.
A pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow…
Made my way back here, baby,
to where I left you alone.
I came back, like I said I would, baby,
but there's nobody home.
Just a pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow.
A pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow…
So I’m gonna wait here for you, baby,
I’ll wait ‘til the sun goes down.
And if you don’t come back, baby,
I’ll lay my body on the ground
under a pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow.
A pile of dead leaves
at the end of the rainbow.
That’s where you’ll find me,
at the end of the rainbow.
Under a pile of dead leaves
that’s where you’ll find me…
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5. |
Down In My Dungeon
02:32
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Down,
down in my dungeon.
Down,
down in my dungeon.
You hang around,
down in my dungeon.
Down,
down in my dungeon.
You've had enough,
you're giving up.
So shut your mouth,
make no sound...
Down in my dungeon.
Down in my dungeon.
It goes something like this.
And it goes like this...
It goes something like this.
And it goes like this...
Down in my dungeon.
You're hangin' 'round.
And it goes like this.
It goes something like this...
Yeah, it goes like this.
It goes something like this...
Down, down, down,
down in my dungeon.
It goes something like this...
You've had enough,
you're giving up?
Down in my dungeon.
Shut your mouth...
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You want love songs and all that shit.
I don’t know how I feel about that…
But this city will swallow us whole
if we don’t kick it square in the face.
Some space, some space, some space
to move
and dance like fools
and love like animals
and shine like jewels in the moonlight!
We’ll be together when the time is right,
then you’ll drag me out into the night.
But these city lights will swallow us whole…
We’ll go, we’ll go, we'll go
to the country
and act like fools
and swim under the stars
and shine like jewels in the moonlight!
Somewhere in the sky tonight,
a star is twinkling bright,
giving life to another world.
Life to another world...
There is magic and there is art in it's curve,
as darkness touches it's nightly nerve,
giving lovers a reason to curl…
And I believe there is a boy who is bound
by the one, true love he has found.
And right now he’s writing a song about,
a song about you
and me.
You and me...
You want love songs and all that shit.
I don’t know if I can give you that…
But this city will swallow us whole
if we don’t give it the old ‘one-two’.
We’re through, we’re through, we’re through
the country
and over the tallest peak,
where you speak but make no sound.
We're upstream and downstream,
we’re together now, baby, and that’s alright!
Alright, alright now baby!
We can dance like fools
and write love songs, maybe,
and shine like jewels in the moonlight!
Jewels in the moonlight!
I’ll never say ‘we’re through’ again.
I’ll never say those words again.
I’ll never say those words to you again…
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7. |
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(instrumental)
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8. |
No Two Are Alike
02:59
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Your doppelgänger don’t
do the things you do.
Even your evil twin
is not as good as you.
So be happy in your skin
‘cause everything’s alright.
And it’s the spice of life;
no two are alike…
Well, this one has claws
and that one’s got wings.
She’s breathing fire
he’s blowing smoke rings.
If you can change colors
or your stuck with stripes,
well, it’s the spice of life;
no two are alike…
It’s the spice of life;
no two are alike…
In any little frog
there might be a prince.
That doesn’t mean you’ll turn
when you get kissed.
So wave your magic wand,
once upon a time.
‘Cause it’s the spice of life;
no two are alike…
Your doppelgänger don’t
do the things you do.
Your evil twin’s never been
as good as you.
So be happy in your skin
‘cause everything’s alright.
And it’s the spice of life;
no two are alike…
It’s the spice of life;
no two are alike…
It’s the spice of life;
no two are alike…
It’s the spice of life;
no two are alike…
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Cold-blooded,
with poisonous protrusions
located here, here,
here and here...
The unique markings
on it's wings
are caused by
clusters of pigment,
collecting in and around
scar tissue...
Effective in
warding off
potential predators.
Typically,
they resemble
large, dark eyes...
Not much is known
about it's sleeping habits
outside of captivity,
as it's always awake
and moving
when encountered
in the wild...
It is assumed that,
because of a heightened
sense of smell,
it recognizes the scent
of passers-by,
long before
they are aware
of it's presence...
This also explains
it's acute sensitivity
to pheromonal
excretions...
An example of it's mating call.....
Ah,
here is an interesting feature;
it's heart
is covered in fur...
It is theorized that
the heart,
as an internal organ,
is a fairly recent
evolutionary development
for the species...
And that,
perhaps,
it's heart could have
originally been
a functioning organ
outside of the body...
Or that it's heart
may have even been
a separate species,
the two being
brought together
through some sort
of symbiosis...
Of course,
this is all conjecture...
This is all conjecture...
In conclusion,
I'm going to take
this one home
as a pet...
I'm going to take
this one home
as a pet...
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To harness the sun
and spread like the stars.
Deliver the gun
and getaway cars…
Your heart’s in a sling.
The world’s on a string.
And yet, there you are…
afraid to sing?
A song to be sung
that will never be heard
is a book without words.
It’s nothing for no one…
It’s only a blanket
thrown on a bird.
You harness the sun
and scatter like stars.
So give someone something,
a gun or a car.
Your heart’s in a sling.
The world’s on a string.
It’s three in the morning
and nothing, so far?
A song to be sung
that will never be heard
is a book without words.
It’s nothing for no one…
It’s only a blanket
thrown on a bird.
Go with her, go with her.
What are you waiting for?.......
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11. |
Hummingbird
02:53
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I love your little wings.
It’s like they sing to me.
A song about the mist
that chills this morning…
And if you fly away,
won’t let another take your place,
‘cuz I know that you’ll be back
for one more taste…
I love your little wings.
Fast as anything.
I’ll hum the song you sing
‘til I see you coming.
I want to hold you in my hands.
I want to feel your tiny heart.
I want to make a brand, new start
this misty morning…
I love your little wings,
and when they bring you back to me,
I want to sing your song
and sing along with you!
I swear that I’ll be true.
And stay forever sweet.
As long as you return
each misty morning
to sing your song to me.
You sing your song to me.
Sing your song to me.
Sing your song to me…
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Simian Crease Puyallup, Washington
An "extremely prolific and creative studio project..." ~ Fabricoh Magazine
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"I really enjoy Taipei EP, too bad it ends so quickly..." ~ Solance/Audio Camp
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