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LoveBirds
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I was a lonely bird, black as midnight sky; I didn't know where to go, or how to fly. I saw a little dove, pure and white as snow; she looked at me, and I could see she had a soul. All my life, I could not fly; I didn't know the reason why. But now I know I never tried. Then, I met my little dove; she showed me how to love. She picked me up and then dusted off my wings; she took to the sky; I followed behind, and learned everything. I cleansed my wings and found I am not a blackbird; like my beloved, I am a dove, and she's my world. Now that I know how to fly, I leave the earth and kiss the sky. And now my heart will never die ... now that I have my little dove ... she is the one that I love.
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Part III - Inside Klaatu: I am lost; I can't scream; I forgot how to dream. Blackness seeps into my veins; cold hate creeps within my brain.
Part II - Taken: I want you to remind me that if my body ever leaves the ground like this, then something's probably amiss, because this gravity thing is pretty strong and it always keeps me grounded; I can't get around it. But somehow I'm high in the sky, and I don't know why, but I get the feeling I'll be gone for a long time. So please go see my lovely wife, and please tell her that I love her, and I guess you'd better tell her good-bye ... good-bye ... good-bye ...
Part I - Pleased to Make Your Acquaintance: A man came up to me and said, "I'd like to buy your planet, kind sir." I said, "It's not mine to sell, but you're welcome to stay." He said, "That's OK -- I don't like doing business anyway. I'll just go ahead and take it from you, if that's all right with you."
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Samaanya
04:55
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Samaanya, look what you have done. Waiting for the "Space Police" is causing mania, for in my heart I know they will never show. Despite my wish, I know they don’t exist. Samaanya, super-terranean; your head is a chrysanthemum, arms like accordions ... or so, to me, it seems. Is this a bad dream? Am I just bored, or out of my fucking gourd?
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Alien Love Slave
04:11
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The warmth of your sun would melt anyone from my land ... this fragile land. But what I would do to be there with you and hold your hand ... your purple hand. But I would disintegrate; I would evaporate. I love you, can’t you see? Darling, I think that you love me because you’re probing my ass; you’re not a doctor, but you’re in my ass. Oh, yes, you’re hurting me; I’d rather hurt than feel nothing. And when I look in your eye -- your big, emotionless, black, empty eye -- I see myself, my whole life, loving you. I will be true, forever with you -- I’m in your control … in your control. One day you’ll find, beyond your mind, you have a soul … you have a soul. When will that day arrive? Will I still be alive? I love you, can’t you see? Darling, I wish that you loved me, but I can see that you can’t figure out what in the shit I am babbling about. Oh, it turns out I was wrong -- you were a robot all along! And though you can’t ever love me ‘cause you don’t have the ability, I will be happy to be your robot love slave.
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The True Daymare
03:40
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Othello's Waltz
04:23
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They call him Othello and this is his song. He was a young hippo and he did his girl wrong. He carried a suitcase full of memories and rye; a violet cloud followed, hanging low in the sky … and he knew just why. He lost his true love in an ugly croc fight; he ran and ran. He never looked back; he just saved his own hide. He ran and ran. He ran, oh, how he ran. He wandered the plains, waiting for death to arrive. He stared at the sun, hoping to burn out his eyes. In his mind, he didn’t deserve to exist; but he was too afraid to put and ending to this; he went on punished. Out of the corner of one teary eye, he saw his girl. Deep in his heart, he knew she was alive; he ran to her. This time, teary eye, he saw his girl. Deep in his heart, he knew she was alive; he ran to her. This time,he ran to her. He ran to her. Never again would he stray from her side; he ran to her. He ran to her. They ran, oh, how they ran. They ran, together, they ran.
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Thank you for all you’ve done; I wish some things could be undone. All in all, I had a blast, though we all know that’s in the past. Whenever I wake, I hope that you & you will take a second to figure out what the hell you’re doing. How can you be so oblivious? Could I make it any more obvious? If I walked with the dead, would you regret anything that you have said? Or would you be relieved that you don’t have to believe? Whenever I wake, I hope that you & you will take a second to figure out what the hell you’re doing. I don’t know what you’re doing. Like I said, we had some fun, but those days, they have all gone. How I wish that wasn’t so … If I walked with the dead, would you regret anything that you have said? Or would you be relieved that you don’t have to believe?
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Darkening Skies
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I have turned a blind eye to the deafening cries of my own wounded mind as it keeled. I saw with my eyes the darkening skies, but I didn’t realize it was real. I can see the irony … our world taken from you and me by some otherworldly beings without relent or mercy … like white man has done a thousand times before … It would be easy for me to concede defeat and go quietly in the night. But the hope in me and the uncertainty of it all makes me see I must fight. Can we do this? I don’t know. Can we get through this? I don’t know. Are you with me? I don’t know. Are you living? I don’t know. All that I know is I cannot be alone …
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Gone
03:30
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I know you'll never be what you once were to me. You were my symphony; you'll be the death of me. One thing before I go (a fine way to close the show): take in one breath for me … the last one you'll ever breathe again. Take in one breath for me; hold it in if you please. Savor the moment, you see; when it's passed you too will be gone … so long … now I'll say good-bye; now I'll say good-bye to you. Never did believe in silly destiny. But now that I can see, I know that you were sent to me to be the end of me; you’ve done it faithfully. But now you’re going to see what I was meant to be. My destiny is true: I’ll be the end of you. Don't say a prayer for me. Don't say a prayer for me. Save it for yourself. Save it for yourself. You're gone … so long. Now I'll say good-bye. Now I'll say good-bye.
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Death of the Sun
03:09
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Never Mind
05:25
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A sparrow sang today, quite a familiar sound; a song that yesterday could not be found. For years or months or days, they kept me half-dead. But a voice now resonates deep in my head. It is Samaanya, and this is what she said: “Never mind -- we don’t want your world anymore. You ruined everything you adore. We don’t want you anymore. Your planet’s not worth fighting for.” Is this another dream in a series of cold daymares? Or is this what it seems -- am I breathing air? Is anything here real, or a Serling-esque hologram? Do I feel what I feel, or is this a sham? It looks like I am home, feels like I’m free. Don’t know if I’m a clone or if I am me. Like Paul once said, maybe I should just Let it Be … Now that I might just have a second chance, never again will I march with army ants. The banal existence of the common man, the average Stan, is dry and stale and rooted in fear. It eats our souls year after year. No more; no more. “Never mind -- we don’t want your world anymore. You ruined everything you adore. We don’t want you anymore. Your planet’s not worth fighting for.”
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Birth of the Sun
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Behind the wall of black, there is an amber glow. The wall begins to crack; the light begins to show. Never did I know that you would bring me life. The sweet wind blows; the warm hue grows; and I am inside your shiny haze; the darkness fades. No more daze, no gloom. I am in bloom. Your rays surround my soul, and lift me to the sky. Your purity I extol; your beauty makes me cry. It’s no more wonder why you would bring me life. The sweet wind blows. The warm hue grows. And I am inside your shiny haze. The darkness fades. No more daze, no gloom. No more craze, no doom. I am in bloom. I thank the stars above you’re here to bring us LOVE.
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Lullaby of Awakening
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The Beatles, Breeders, Zombies, Kinks, Cars, and Debussy make up just some of the layers of the Warhol-esque sonic power-pop art painting that is The Stan Laurels, the musical creation of earthling Sound Scientist John Lathrop of Austin, TX, USA.
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