1. |
Life's a Funny Raccoon
04:12
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I had a dream: Bob Dylan had past away
There was Bono, and Willie Nelson, putting flowers on his grave
And later on, in Santa Fe, I saw an actor dancing the night away
Not one single camera, just a smile on his face
And it's like Papa always said:
Life's a funny raccoon
Did you know that life's a Jackson Pollock?
Did you see all the oceans painted red?
It's enough to believe in the tragic mockery
But so much fucking better if you feel it instead
And it's like Papa always said:
Life's a funny raccoon
Mama said I couldn't sing when I was younger
Mama said "You better learn to tie your shoes"
And it's true we won't learn to love one another
'Til we find the root of our anger and our truths
And It's like Papa always said:
Life's a funny raccoon
La La, La La, La La La La La
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2. |
Will You Act?
03:00
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Can you act?
How well can you fake it?
All my college friends have grown up and they're wearing suits
Selling cars
Pushing Mary Kay
Trying to land a few clients by the end of the day
the end of the day
Drive to Colorado
Leave the warmth of my bed
And the world it spins a lot slower with stars overhead
What's it mean to you?
Under the gaze of the heavens?
And death as a freight train coming
Coming down the tracks
it's coming down the tracks
Gonna carry on now
Gonna relish the day
Gonna stand on a mountaintop waiting for
the stars to show me the way
Will you act?
And be something you're not?
You're bored on an elevator rising
on this pale blue dot
pale blue dot
this pale blue dot
this pale blue dot
this pale blue dot
oh...
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3. |
sometimes...i'm a whale
02:52
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...sometimes im a whale
i dont know what to do
sometimes im a whale
and im feelin real blue
sometimes im a whale
i dont know what to do
its alright
dont mind me
dont mind me
im just free
free
too free to be
...sometimes im a whale
i dont know what to do
sometimes im a whale
im feelin my shoe
sometimes im a whale
and im feelin real blue
sometimes im a whale
i dont know what to do
but dont mind me
im history
im falling from a tree
in a the middle of the sea
see?
see?
...sometimes im a whale
i dont know what to do
and im feelin real blue
sometimes im a whale
and i go into you
dont mind me
im alright
im not alright
im not alright
im not alright
not, alright?
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4. |
other mountain towns
02:51
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[change jingling]
[soothing acoustic guitar tones]
[cheesy flute]
[computer-generated strings]
[watery keyboard notes, also computer-generated]
[plucking guitar outtro]
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5. |
Luna
03:47
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[soothing nature noises]
my sweet angel
don't turn on me
your eyes
are wide
your eyes
cut inside
oh me
my sweet angel
don't turn the sea
your eyes
are wide
the moon
is high
and the sea...
[chaotic guitar]
luna...
luna...
[CANNON]
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i've seen the light
and it's not alright
a poster boy for an endless night
a skeleton war, a cross-country flight
i was a master before i ever knew what was right
wedding bells in a muggy lagoon
your curfew's soon, but you're sniffin' brooms
a well-made wig, it won't fill your soul
you better exit the floor before your father comes home
stainless steel loafers in a rusty cage
you never learned to behave, now, god damn, who can you save?
weary virginians cast their sails to the sea
when you look at me, tell me, what do you see?
i find peace in your eyes
i find peas in your smile
i find peace in your eyes
i find peas in your smile
i've seen the light and it's not alright
a poster boy for an endless night
a skeleton whore, an international flight
i was finished before i ever knew what was right
[...]
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9. |
wiseman?
03:53
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[foreboding whistling]
[wave noises]
all the fishermen
are loading up their boys
and lighting up their cigarettes
and fillin' the air with smoke
somewhere, in the distance
a ukulele played
the restless little children
prayed to not fade away
all the mystic ministers
with their gods and their dreams
spoke to faceless entities
and mended endless seams
oh...
the thunder and the lightning
and the moaning, bending wind
broke those little fishing boats
and all the fishermen within
all those hopeless, praying children
moved so far from the sea
the thunder and the lightning
moved on, to where they'd be
the world it kept on turning
the cities beeped and hummed
the wiseman cackled endlessly
the rest just called him dumb...
dumb
dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
dumb dumb
dumb dumb...
well, i'm here now
what am i supposed to do?
[scattered applause reminiscent of the end of my beautiful dark twisted fantasy by kanye west]
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