LYRICS
Peculiar Patterns
I Got This
You know you'll never see
The raindrops form above
But they begin somewhere
On a cloud you're dreaming of
High up in the sky
Where everything's the same
The dreams you had of being there
Were never to be blamed
Can you feel the precipitation?
Feels like reaching the heights of elation
Clouds will break and open your mind's eye
Glowing heart and the soul's transformation
It's time for you to see
The snowflakes once they're done
Amidst the sleet and hail
Prevailing like the sun
As even when it shines
The flakes will glimmer white
Shining down below
Beneath the sullen light
I can feel the rain start to fall
Peculiar patterns are raining down on me
Train Luck
Walking down the platform, wearing out the clock
Looking for that Train Luck Ahh Ahh Train Luck Ahh Ahh Ahh
Traveling up the station, trying to find my stop
Looking for that Train Luck Ahh Ahh Train Luck Ahh Ahh Ahh
And now it's 9:30, as I begin to sweat
Looking for that Train Luck Ahh Ahh Train Luck Ahh Ahh Ahh
I'm desperate for a mention, is that train a comin' yet?
Looking for that Train Luck Ahh Ahh Train Luck Ahh Ahh Ahh
A faint light approaching, wondering if it won't stop
Waiting for that moment, when I find out I'm out of luck
The light's growing closer, anticipation's rising
Eyes fixated ahead as the light becomes blinding
It decides to arrive as the doors, they open wide
....
Overflowing like my mind, there just ain't no room inside
...
So I fight my way in, through the bog of fleshy muck
...
We finally get moving, but then Fuck! the train is stuck!
...
What the hell is train traffic? The last train never came
Sorry for any Inconvenience but you'll never change
You can blame the dispatcher for your crap all you want
Stand clear of the closing doors please
Damn i lost my train of thought
Train traffic what the hell is Train traffic what the hell is ...
The last train never came
Puerto Rican Pancakes
The more I think about it, the more I salivate
But wait just a moment while I stare right at the plate
It’s fate for me while I’m drinki'n a bloody mary
A little dog hairy never showin' it up too late.
The eggs are fried, and I’m getting a little high,
From a J, that’s to say, my thoughts will never stray
I'm thinking to savor the flavor now or later
A Puerto Rican breakfast, making it no other way
We never did think of a way to make ourselves
Eat all the things that we’re cookin' every day
But soon enough you’ll see what’s happening in the streets
It completely underlines the rhythm and the beats
Cause see the sun, he smiles, he’s having fun
Beating down his sunshine, while the rain laughs in his face
Shaking and breaking the moments that he's taking
A Puerto Rican breakfast, making it like no other taste
Puerto Rican pancakes
Bananas from a tree
Puerto Rican pancakes
Topped with some whipped cream
Coconut and syrup
Vanilla, cinnamon
Puerto Rican pancakes
Take your top off, and have some fun.
So now it’s time to relax
Even though you think your mind is slippin through the cracks
Sweat pourin down off the top of your nose
Shade of a cloud coolin you off as it grows
Waves crashing down on that silky smooth sand
Waiting for a waiter to put a drink in your hand
Something to ease the pain in your brain cause you
Partied til dawn with your inhibitions gone
Now the eggs are poached and the joint is just a roach with a
Mimosa in my hand while I’m supposed have a tan
And now I’m burned but I learned a thing or two
While I’m eating a little brunch with an umbrella all askew,
It’s making a little shade, as I made a masquerade
And the food on my plate begins to fade away
I taste the sunshine on my tongue, the scent inhaled into my lung
This Puerto Rican breakfast, a song that has been sung.
When the Dinosaurs
Come Back From Outer
Space
When the dinosaurs come back from outer space
We’re gonna be totally fucked!
I’ll escape with my friends to a secret farm
Where we can grow all the vegetables we can eat
And the future is pretty sweet
As long as we can keep the carnivores from eating us
Isn’t it grand, living off the land?
But there’s a lot of work to do
Better lend a helping hand
Or we’ll kick you off the farm
Cause we left our bullshit attitudes with the way things were before
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do
By the light of the post-apocalyptic sun
We’ll be working in the fields til we’re sore
Gonna build a wall that’s wicked high
So we can keep out the dinosaurs
Then some day
Maybe we can figure out a way
To bring a T-Rex down and we can have a barbeque!
Isn’t it great? What a twist of fate!
We’re all that’s left of the human race
I guess we’ll have to mate
I know it’s not romantic, but baby that’s okay
Cause we left your girly romance crap in the land of yesterday day (haha.)
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do
There ain’t no room for arguments
We gotta stick together
At least we're with our friends
I know it isn’t easy, but things could be worse
There are shittier circumstances elsewhere in the universe
And when the sun goes down
Gather and dance around
A big ol’ bonfire just like cavemen
Only not as hairy
Isn’t it fun? Society is done!
We still got almost all we need
But we should have brought some guns…
Oh, well, we can survive
Thank god we’re still alive
To see the dinosaurs come back from outerspace!
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do
Back from outerspace…
And Green Thumb Jimmy was eaten by a dinosaur.
Capricorn on The Cob
Friend or foe, a ufo, a scorpio will never reappear.
Galaxies collide and your feelings override the logic here
Oh it’s capricorn on the cob
Thought she was an aquarius, her mind was so precariously organized, even OCD
But she’s a vagitarius, it turns out that’s hilarious to hear, it’s on TV
Oh it’s capricorn on the cob
Oh it’s capricorn get a job
Looking out her Gemin-eyes, her virgo vertigo was her demise
Taurus all around the world, kindly overstate your enterprise
Oh it’s capricorn on the cob
Oh it’s capricornbread, capricorndogs, capricornstarch, capricorny
Gently brush your hair to leave the cancer in the air, ease off the throttle, and pump the brakes.
What the eye sees is the crises of the picses with his hand around the bottle, let’s raise the stakes.
Oh it’s capricorn on the cob
Oh it's capricorn on the cob
Universoul
Spirit does not feel time the way we do
We are all waiting at the end for you
Watching everything that happens in your life
And you're here with us, you're here with us too...
Close your eyes
Stare into the sun
Absorb the new
Vibrations have begun
Ask yourself
Search your soul
Self is always here in between your lives
Learning from mistakes so your soul can thrive
We are by your side when you feel alone
And you're here with us, you're here with us too.
Think of all the Things
Think of all the things you’ve done for me
They’re not so far between
Think of all the things I’ve done for free
Now there’s a price and it’s twice as much when you’re on a spending spree
Drink up all the things that are still left right on the table
While I tell you this tale, this fable.
About a boy who’s reaching for stars, regardless of the scars that are left behind
He puts his nose into the grind
The days to seize, Are growing few,
He feels the breeze, Comin through
Grasping hold, It slips away
Letting go, May be the only way
Here we go again, you think of all the things
Created with a pen, Oh all the joy it brings
To think of all the things that make it slip away
The moments lost to a daydream, even though it may seem like he never
Did anything out of inspiration, made anything that wasn’t imitation
In relation to the things he thought, the thoughts he thunk while he was high and drunk
So now he sees the light it was left right in his path, but he doesn’t care
He made it here at last. His voice that finally sings.
It shuffled through the past, while it talked of all the things,
That kept it going through a sandstorm twister, dust devil blister
Mr. Goodbar is thinking about the things, thinking about the things thinking about
That make me wanna scream out loud, and fly into a mellow cloud, and surf above a raging crowd, and make my parents very proud.
I’ll go down in the annuls, cause I swam the English Channel, while I was wearing leather flannel, and I was speaking at a panel
I’m running a marathon, taking an army on, thinking to carry on, making a break for the prison walls while they fall all around me
And I think of all the things that constantly surround me
Point of No Return
The eye of the storm is settled overhead
Bright lightning flash splits the path we tread
When the devil plays games with the thoughts in your head
And the rain beats down all the pain we bled
The tide wants to rise but to no avail
When the timing's right we raise our sail
From village to village we leave a bloody trail
Now our flag has risen and you shall hail
Your Alibi
I think of all the facts worth twisting,
They belong in an archive,
I ponder of all the doubts worth listing,
It’s no wonder I’m alive
I’m running through the rain it’s misting
Somehow I keep dry
I’m waiting for the pain it will sting
Til the moment you arrive
You’ll say some things
I’ll wonder why
What proof it brings
Your alibi
I take a chance I see the limelight
Too bright for me to see
I’d like to dance but it won’t feel right
Until you dance with me
I curve the truth to be on your side
I wondered who you’d be
I think of all the times I lied so
I would soon be free
Soft-shell Crab Nebula
I've been looking for the outer-space taste
I can put in my face to replace all the time I've been wastin'.
With great haste I will chase stasis
tryin' to maintain space between this place and my inner oasis.
So Ok here we go gonna flow on
lookin' for the stars where the party really go on.
I got a super-metaphysical twitch
Like an itch to switch it up, where all my glitches in the matrix at?
Yeah I got stitches in my lip on the serious tip
'cuz some no-wit bitches hit me with an outer-space ball bat
So on and on we go gonna flow on
Lookin for the spot where the party really go on.
The Softshell Crab Nebula
Warp speed with the space weed chillin'
bomb headies blastin' off through the ceilin'
Inter-dimensional asteroid illin'
Got the space burgers on the space grill grillin'
Got to avoid all the black holes suckin' in
The little space-truck we've been truckin' in.
Always keep my seat belt buckled in
'Cuz I never know when Imma hit bad luck again
So on and on we go gonna flow on
Lookin' for the dope spot where the party really go on.
The Softshell Crab Nebula
I've been around for awhile
Been down this road before
I've seen these moves and I've heard these lines
Feels like I'm goin' in circles
Made too many rights
I'm cuttin' hard to the left this time
'Cuz I'm ready
Yes I'm ready for something
That's really gonna blow my mind
(That would be fine)
It ain't the first time I've been on my own
I ain't afraid to go it alone
You don't know what I got
But I got what it takes
And I don't need for you to hold my hand
('Cuz Baby) I got this
You don't get nothin' new
From doin' the same shit
Back up I need some room for innovation
You always try to
make me read your intructions
But your advice is not part of this equation
Nah Nah Now
'Cuz I'm ready
Yeah I'm standing at the edge
And I'm ready to take that plunge
(So Imma take a deep breath)
Hey na na na na not gonna hold my hand
Hey na na na na not gonna hold my hand
Super Fun Laser Beams
Beams of red and green
Only can be seen
With beholding eyes
A most enchanting blue
You see it right on cue
It begins to rise.
Dirty Wet Rock
So there you are
and where is that exactly
Have you ever tested your own mind against the questions of existence
So What are you
Do you have a natural purpose
And can you fit into the paradigm that's been imprinted with persistence
Are we on our way now
Is there more on the horizon
Or are we gonna come upon a cliff and go over it like a lemming waterfall
Here's the future
Shit we missed it now it's in the past
Maybe we could focus on present if the galaxy would ever stall
And we think we're moving through space
At a sickening pace on a
dirty wet rock full of life and our need to control all aspects of it
But actually we're all moving through time which doesn't really exist
it's all relative motion and words that I use to describe
But around we go again
So you know love,
And what is that exactly
Is it just a chemical reaction or a force as strong as gravity?
So are there rules,
Does it come with a condition,
Or is attachment to emotion a genuine human tragedy?
Can we all be one now,
Can we learn to live together,
Or are our scattered individual perspectives causing to much static?
This is the time now,
Shit we missed it now it's in the past,
Is there way to turn the ship around or are we doomsday automatic?
Alive
What's the use in dancing
If you're staring at the floor
Take a look around yourself
(and) See what is in store
A friendly face ain't a thing to waste
and neither is a smile
Gotta hold on to it, any chance you get
it'll last you for a while
Whats the point of listening
if you hear only what you please, please
Give it up, give it up
It will set your mind at ease
Waiting for your turn to talk
But what I have to say (is that we)
Share ourselves knowing we're both
good in our own ways
I, Yes I got to keep this,
Got to keep this
Feeling alive
Whats the fun in lookin
If you ain't looking good
I think my eyes disguise the lies
That you misunderstood
Hear the beauty, See the laughter
but don't take a look inside
the rabbit hole, down she goes
your tongue ties left untied
I, Yes I got to keep this,
Got to keep this
Feeling alive
(Don't take a look inside)
(Not sure what you might find)
Keep On (Show Me the Numbers, Ian)
All my life been searching high been searching low
Tryin to get our music on the radio
Yes we've trying, hard we ain't lyin'
Just to keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
So let me tell ya a story about my friend named Ian
Gave us a call, "let's book a tour," he got us dreamin'
Yes it's exciting, so hard we've been fightin'
Just to keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Ring-a-ling a-ling
Goes the phone
Ring-a-ling a-ling
We answer on the road
Ring-a-ling a-ling
Hello?
Ring-a-ling a-ling
You're talking with Joe
And so we talk to Ian maybe for an hour
Can't hear him in this truck, wish that he were louder
But we got our shit together, us 5 birds of a feather
As we keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
So thank you Ian, we like the way you're talkin'
But we need to discuss and put some thought in
We need some numbers, high cost will bring us under
And we must keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
What is the cost?
We need to know
What is the cost?
One million dollars
What is the cost?
25 Schmeckles!
What is the cost?
Numbeeeeeeers
What is the cost?
We need to know
What is the cost?
Three-fifty
What is the cost?
Waaaay too much
What is the cost?
Your soul! Muahahaha!
Smoke a cigarette
(coughing)
Smoke a cigarette
Yo, pass me a P-Funk
Smoke a cigarette
2 smokes, let's go.
Smoke a cigarette
Rollies!
Smoke a cigarette
(coughing)
Smoke a cigarette
Bro, do you even vape?
Smoke a cigarette
I'm ciga-rich, bitch!
Smoke a cigarette
You got a light?
And so I gotta sing it once just for the record
I'm sorry Ian if you feel you're being heckled
But you condescended my guys, with me that shit does not fly
'Cuz we keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
This little ditty's got me feelin' less than shitty
Quite the accomplishment here in New York Fucking City
This song's for you now, Ian here's your breakdown
As we keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Show me the numbers, Ian
I want the numbers, Ian
Show me the numbers, I want the numbers
Numbers, Ian, fuckin' numbers Ian
Green Thumb Jimmy
I had a friend named Jimmy
And he had a real green thumb
But he lived a top a skyscraper
In the land of Ho Ho hum
He should've had a farm
But instead he had a street
The tractor never really worked
Upon that thick concrete
Oh Jimmy, don't go home
Jimmy, you're not alone
Green Thumb Jimmy, you've got your vegetables
So pass em around
Jimmy had no worries
That his roof could not be tilled
He had to have his farm
Or else he would not be fulfilled
So he grabbed some pots and planters
And he filled them all with seeds
Buried in the dirt
He made sure there were no weeds
You can't grow trees in asphalt
You can't fertilize the street
But give that man a pot of dirt
And he'll grow a real great beat
Lettuce Turnip the Beat
Broccoli and Squash
and Cauliflower
Broccoli and Squash
and Cauliflower
Oprah Okra Oprah Okra Oprah Okra Oprah Okra
Rhubarb
Cabbage and Radishes
Beats , Carrots , Corn
Beats, Carrots , Corn
Zucchini Oprah Okra Oprah Okra Oprah Okra
Rhubarb
Beats, Carrots, Broccoli and Squash
Beats, Carrots, Broccoli and Squash
Beats, Carrots, Corn, and Cabbages, and Radishes
and Broccoli and Squash, Cauliflower, Rhubarb
All his plants began to bud
He talked to every one
As if they were his closest friends
While they soaked in the sun
Then one day he woke to find
A Jungle way up high
Spilling down the building walls
Were tons and tons of vines
Entangled in a web of green
Young Jimmy found his way
Up to the roof where it began
That very faitful day
His vegetables had grown into
The farm that he had dreamed
But all his neighbors hated
His green thumb or so it seemed
WOMP
If it got made, not a void, it's a comp
Goat cheese chicken salad make a fat lady WOMP
Skywalker, Dagoboah, X-wing in a swamp
Master Yoda gonna help me use the force to make it WOMP
Fall into the Amazon Piranha gonna chomp
Spewin' so much blood that it make you wanna WOMP
If it got made, not a void, it's a comp
Goat cheese chicken salad make a fat lady WOMP
Now you hear the circumstance and pomp
You graduated with a PhD in WOMP
Super Mario avoiding a thwomp
Fire flower make a Koopa trooper WOMP
Big house party was an old fashioned romp
Spike the punch and make the itty bitties WOMP
Now you hear the circumstance and pomp
You graduated with a PhD in WOMP
Spiral Spun
A spiral spun
A thousand suns
You're never gonna
Wait to be on time
It's too much fun
The clouds they run
As they prepare to feast
Upon the sky
Make a wave
Eat what you crave
You drink the nectar of the
Golden days
The years you save
Deep in a cave
Are lost within the never ending
Maze
Put on the blindfold
Follow your nose it knows
Unbind your hands and mind your feet
Capture never felt so sweet
See the signs
Between the lines
You read but you may never
Understand
The simple things
That you must do
To finish what you start
And all you planned
Blisters
It's cold outside the chill, it gives me blisters
A gust of wind blows by my ear and whispers
Listen to the sound of air, it's frozen clear but it's
still there
Dry as bones, and all I do is breathe.
All I do is breeeeeeeeeeathe
It's hot outside, the sun it makes me glisten
Beams of light pour down and so I listen
Feel the glare of burning heat, pavement melting
under my feet
Glowing red and all I do is breathe
