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Overture
03:34
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There’s a wind that no one’s ever felt before
Blowing through the clear cut
Clearcut
There’s a chill that can’t be warmed
Flowing through the clearcut
Clearcut
A quiet that can’t be broken,
In the clearcut…
Every tree from far and near, cut.
You got to hid down lown in the clearcut
No shade now, nothing to cut the breeze
Get blowed with the snow in the clearcut
What sthis place now needs is trees
If a tree falls in the forest, makes no sound here in the clearcut.
(clearcut)
No more trees to sing the chorus, it’s so quiet in this clearcut
(clearcut)
Nowhere to hide, nothing to hide from in the clearcut.
Every bush from there to here, cut,
(clearcut)
You gotta hide down low in the clearcut,
No shade now nothing to cut the breeze
Can’t abstain from the rain in the clearcut
What’s this picture missing? Oh right, it’s the trees.
Every bush from there to here cut
Every tree from far and near, cut
Every beaver, bear and deer, cut
Clearout!
Clearcut
Goodnight!
That’s enough!
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2. |
Clearcut
03:13
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Traveling lightyears inside myself
Shooting through galaxies faced my fear.
I’ll finally understand who I am
I’ll finally understand why I’m here.
Where is here anyway, I know.
Everything’s relative, space and time.
Here is where the song is, maybe.
Harmony, melody, rhythm and rhyme.
Fathers, daughers.
Sons and mothers.
Sisters, brothers.
Where we’re from.
Daughters, mothers.
Sons and fathers
Sisters, brothers
Here we come!
Son mothers fathers, daughters.
Where are the trees mother said were here
Watching sentinels, reigning tall.
Must have been here for a different season.
Now I don’t see any trees at all.
Where I’ve come from, that I know
Where I’m going that the thing.
Know my history to know my future,
This is the present that I bring.
Fathers, daughers.
Sons and mothers.
Sisters, brothers.
Where we’re from.
Daughters, mothers.
Sons and fathers
Sisters, brothers
Here we come!
Son mothers fathers, daughters.
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3. |
Fathers, Daughters
02:31
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Sons and mothers.
Sisters, brothers.
Where we’re from.
Daughters, mothers.
Sons and fathers
Sisters, brothers
Here we come!
Son mothers fathers, daughters.
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4. |
Ready, Set, Awesome!
02:58
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Flap your wings.
Squirm your worm,
Take a step,
Now’s your turn,
Sometime’s I’m afraid
But not today.
Leaving for our comfort zone,
We’re on our way.
Ready set, stead, get, read, set, awesome!
Ready set, stead, get, read, set, awesome!
Why be afraid
OF what’s to come
Already come far
To come find where I’m from
12 lightyears away, so I’ve
Travelled the farthest
You’ve already schlepped and
The first schlep’s the hardest.
Ready set, stead, get, read, set, awesome!
Ready set, stead, get, read, set, awesome!
Got our stuff, Let’s hit the road
I may never return, so-long Ducky and Toad.
Crazy trip, a real epic journey
Duck, I give you, power of attorney.
Ready set, stead, get, read, set, awesome!
Ready set, stead, get, read, set, awesome!
Ready set, stead, get, read, set, awesome!
Steady get, ready set right!
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5. |
Assembly Line
02:57
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I barely feel the changes in the season
Working at the belt dreaming up new ways to get a drop
So lonely no reason, and I can’t remember why
Just to keep this belt turning non-stop.
It’s like my moment’s never seazin’
My mind is a blank and I’ve forgotten all the lyrics to the song
Outside it’s freezin’
Inside it’s nice and warm, and everyone is humming along
Hmmmmmm. Assembly line
Hmmmmmm. Assembly line
We are one, Assembly line
We are one, Assembly…
Every bear has a season,
Mother nature sittin’ back, watching weak and strong fight to survive
It’s a pick that she’s in-
Her need to feed that greed that keeps us all from feeling happy insid.
New products for the season,
Patented formula, the finest horns year after year.
A magic glaze we dip the t’s in.
A special kind of honey makes the sweetest sounds that you’ll ever hear.
Special prices for the end of the year
You would never know you would never recognize me
It’s a hustle at the end of the year
I was always so free, tearing through the forest
Flex your music for the end of the year.
Now I’m on the bones, working to the bone.
The sales event is already here!
Used to love the changes in the season
Shoots, shooting, snow snowing… leaves leaving, kerplop.
Clouds clouding, breezes, breezin’
Now I’m waiting for my hit, just working my tail off in the shop
They say to love you need a reason.
Well I’ve been reasoning away and I just can’t seem to find the plot and
Outside it’s freezin’,
Inside it’s nice and warm and everyone is singing along..
More work less talk keep your eyes on the prize.
Deadlines deadlines, let’s move it up the line there.
Market reports are due at the end of the week!
Well I’m reasoning away but I just can’t seem to find the lpot
And outside is freezing.
Inside it’s nice and warm and everyone is singing along…
We are one, Assembly line
We are one, Assembly line
We are one, Assembly line
We are one, Assembly…
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WE know that malladres are marelous at making mandolins
And Butterflies build beautifule bassoons.
Most harps are strung, of course by herring.
While all the lutes are left to lowly loons
But the evidence is staggering
Just listen to these tones
Bears make the best trombones, Bears! Make the best trombones! Bears!
You gotta hear it to believe it! Bears make the best trombones!
See my little Bear army, working so busily.
Don’t matter if they’re Black, Koala. Kodiak or Grizzly.
Bears worked out better than fish or fowl:
Think it’s something ‘bout their fur, they way they understand growl.
Now we can call off the earch to find some conscientious drones:
Bears make the best trombones, Bears! Make the best trombones! Bears!
You gotta hear it to believe it! Bears make the best trombones!
Bears make the best trombones, Bears! Make the best trombones! Bears!
You gotta hear it to believe it! Bears make the best trombones!
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8. |
Money In the Honey
02:54
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How did it go from wanting to needing?
How did it go from fun to work?
Now it’s all cheating and lying, deceiving.
Yeah man that’s crazy, now I’m such a jerk
There’s money in the honey
There’s freedom in the sweets
Sticky satisfaction, golden
Parties in the streets.
There’s hotness in the honey
There’s dram ain the drops.
Salvation in the syromp
So good you should call the cops.
Don’t call the cops!
Don’t really call the cops
Call the cops, call the cops, call the cops…
There’s money in the honey
There’s freedom in the sweets
Sticky satisfaction, golden
Parties in the streets.
Sneakiness and money.
Like hamburgers and fries
You get more flies with honey.
But then you have more flies.
Just have a drop.
Just taste that drop.
Have that drop, taste that drop, have that drop…
One little drop, I’ll have one more drop
… and if I really wanted I could stop, on top.
One little drop. Just one more drop, if I
Really really wanted I could stop. I would stop.
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9. |
Furry, Fuzzy Feeling
03:28
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Deep in her eyes the moonlights of galaxies
Shining through stardust and a distant Milky Way.
When I look at him,
Of course I see myself there
Why they feel in love, I recognize my DNA.
When I look at her, I see myself reflected
What a sensation, feels like I know just what to do.
What is this fully fuzzy furry feeling.
I’ve got a fuzzy furry feeling too.
Can I call you mine,
Well. That would be fine.
And can I call me yours
Well I never had someone before.
I hate to break up this cute litte scene here
I’m really trying not to be mean here,
Stop the mushy talking, crying and trembling
Get your fuzzy asses back assembling.
She’s got a smile I thought I’d seen for the last time.
Seeing someone old again in someone new.
What is this furry fuzzy feeling?
Well I’ve got that fuzzy furry feeling too.
Can I call you mine,
Well. That would be fine.
And can I call me yours
Well I never had someone before.
This mush stuff is getting me heaving.
We’ve got a shipment that’s supposed to be leaving,
Learn to put the “obey” in ‘bay-er”, get
Your fuzzy asses back to the conveyor.
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10. |
CODB
03:22
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It’s the cost of doing business,
Knocks, opportunity,
The bleeding edge.
The fund that hedge
Corpo-Community.
The hands handle our strings,
The mouths that mouth advice.
The cost of doing business
The price of making price.
Can we do it any…
Quicker, faster, smoother,
Cheaper, right away.
Howe do we get these units flying off the shelves?
Get ‘em flying!
We’re trying, we’re trying!
Slicker, quicker, grander,
Blander, Standard and true.
Can we churn it out again and again
And keep selling the same crap to you, and you and you and you!
Could we do it safer?
Yes, probably we could.
But then the Cost of Doing Business
Would cost more than it should
Those nasty CODB’s
Unleash their mean surprise,
So let us flood the market
With our flood relief supplies.
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11. |
Song I Never Got To Sing
03:37
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Things would be so easy if I had a little faith
If I could just behave and play along.
Well. I don’t believe in karma or destiny or fate.
But I do believe in choices, right and wrong.
Regrets, I guess I’ve had a few…
You probably all have had some too.
These are the melodies I’ll never hear.
This is a win I’ll never fight.
These are words I never got to say
A darkness that I never got to light.
There is a feeling that I never felt.
There is a cry I never cried.
Inside I’m torn up and I can’t say why
This is a try I never tried.
If I had a chance I’d say the words.
Share a wisdom that I know that I can bring.
Instead I’m silent and I sta alone.
This is the song I never got to sing.
This is the melody I’ve never known.
A pain inside that always seems to sting.
I just stay silent and remain alone,
This is the song I never got to sing.
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12. |
Puzzles
02:05
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Once upon a time I played with puzzles
A thousand piece out of place,
I would sit and solve,
Watch a scene evolve,
Never leave defeated.
Scenes I’d contemplate
Solve and concentrate
Mysteries completed,
…. So I preserved my favourite puzzle
Glued the pieces to a board.
A sweet idyllic scene,
Hills and a sky, serene.
Eventually I got frustrated:
A piece fell out somehow,
That gap gapes at me now
Framed and laminated.
When I look up at that puzzle
With its perfect little scene
Think of my noble goal,
Fouled up by this hole
Gets me reminiscing.
Makes me think somewhere
A perfect scene’s all there,
And I’m the piece that’s missing.
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Socalled Montréal, Québec
Montreal based. Started out with piano lessons. Then he made beats. Then he started producing. Wrote a few musicals, made some videos, puppets, photographs. Did some shows. Worked with cool people. Now his life is out the window and he practices piano and does pencil drawings all day. Basically unemployed. He hopes to work again one day. ... more
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