1. |
Carrot
01:26
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2. |
News
03:25
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I don't care about that car crash
Couldn't care less about some woman who won 10 million dollars cash
The media is filling up our heads with a false sense of crisis
The media is pumping up our egos with a false sense of importance
I don't care about that plane crash
We all gotta go sometime and death ain't really that bad
But the media is controlling us by the strings of our emotions
The media is poisoning us with a fear laced potion
Why don't you try thinking for yourself?
Try thinking for yourself?
Why are we so damn tied up in this trivia?
Religion of half truths and one sided propaganda
The guy on your TV screen, he's got a Cheshire smile
Can you trust him?
No No No
In his smooth confidence he's just covering up the tracks
of a corrupt system (x2)
And tell me...
Are your children's eyes always glued to the TV screen?
Where violence is bleeding into their reality.
That TV screen is handing out hatred to its citizens.
So we're fighting one another, we don't have any time
to fight the system.
Keep watching television, avoid the ambition to think for yourself.
Think for yourself.
And I'll try thinking for myself.
Perhaps we could all try thinking
Think for yourself myself yourself ourselves myself
Why don't you try thinking for yourself?
Try thinking for yourself?
You might like it.
Why don't you try it.
You might like it.
Why don't you try it.
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3. |
Nursery Rap
05:13
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Mary had a little piggy bank made out of glass
To fill it up with golden coins she had to bust her ass
Worked her fingers to the bone and dug an early grave
Never took the time to spend the money that she saved
Bah bah black sheep sold his wool for cash
In a can around his neck he had quite the stash
But that can it got so heavy and it cut off all his breath
Bald bah bah black sheep sold himself to death
Save your money for a rainy day
But that rainy day might not come your way
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
Little Bo Peep sold all her sheep
For a big fat wad of green
A little bit too needy and a bit too greedy
I hear the loneliness drove her insane
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Counting her pennies with glee
Along came a spider with a Colt 45-er
And he said 'give all your money to me'
Save your money for a rainy day
But that rainy day might not come your way
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
What are you saving all that money for anyways
Give it up, give it up, give it up
Walking down the street and you're shit outta luck
You don't look both ways you get hit by a truck
You don't need that, you don't need that
Walking down the street and you're shit outta luck
You don't look both ways you get hit by a truck
You don't need that, you don't need all that money
That rainy day might not ever come your way
That rainy day might not ever come your way
That rainy day might not ever come your way
Ah give it up, give it to me
Give me all your money
Money money money money money money money money money
Give it to me
And on and on and on and on this song goes on and on and on
This song goes on and on and on and on and on and on
Ah yah
Save your money for a rainy day
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4. |
Sex
03:50
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5. |
Pinche Hombre
03:38
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You never had anything nice to say
You treated me bad in every way so
I got nothing left to say to you
Baby we're through
We're through
Me dijiste nada inteligente
Me trataste muy pobremente, pues
Ja no ja no no no te quiero nada mas
Nada mas
Pinche pinche pinche pinche hombre
De vera es tu nombre
Pinche pinche pinche mentiroso
Voy a tratarte como un leproso
Pinche pinche pinche idiota
Me perdiste es tu culpa
Tu culpa de veras
Pinche pinche pinche pinche hombre
De vera es tu nombre
Pinche pinche pinche mentiroso
Voy a tratarte como un leproso
Pinche pinche pinche idiota
Me perdiste es tu culpa
Tu culpa de veras
You never had anything nice to say
You treated me bad in every way so
I got nothing left to
I got nothing left to
I got nothing left to say to you
Baby we're through
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7. |
Alligator's Tale
04:34
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Hoppin' on an alligator's back
Tryin' to get to other side of the river
The alligator says to me, 'the river's getting deep
Why don't you jump on top of my head you'll be much dryer up here instead'
So I'm hoppin' on that alligator's head
Tryin' to get to the other side of the river
Tryin' to get to the other side
Tryin' to get to the other side of the river
Then the alligator says, 'I don't suppose that you'd rather climb to the tip of my nose'
I don't think so
'You won't get any wetter, and the view is so much better up here'
I don't know
So I'm ho-hoppin' on to that alligator's nose
Tryin' to get tah to get tah to get tah the other side of the crazy river
And then you know what that alligator does
I mean, you're not gonna believe this
Smacks his lips gives his head a flip
I lose my grip into his jaws I slip
Down his throat I wiggle
And I can hear him burp and giggle
So you hopped onto my back little girl
Ha ha ha ha
Tryin' to get to the other side
Tryin' to get to the other side
Tryin' to get to the other side of the river
But let me tell you something
I'm an alligator and killin' is my nature yah
Trust an alligator
I'm an alligator and killin' is my nature yah
Trust an alligator
What'd you expect?
You sucker
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8. |
Sob Story
04:36
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Standing by the river on the side of this road
Feelin' a long way from home
Swimmin' in this ocean inside of head and I
Feel like I'm drownin'
I feel like I'm drownin'
Hangin' out on the corner with my only friends
Me myself and my violin
Waiting for the rain to wash me away and then I'll
Watch all my colours fade to grey
I think I like it better this way
And I don't know why
I feel like cryin' cryin' and
I don't know why
Gotta keep on movin' movin'
Sinkin' to the bottom of this crazy sea and my
Heart feels heavy I can't breath
All my actions all my thoughts all my words
They're dragging' me down and I'm
Finding it harder and harder to stick around
I keep on runnin' from myself
And I don't know why I feel like cryin' crying
I don't know why my heart feels like
Breakin' breakin' breakin' breakin
I keep on runnin'
I keep on runnin'
But I can't run away from myself
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9. |
Monotony
03:20
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Back on the scene everything's so green
Put my back down, take a look around
Feel the weight of solid ground
Back on the scene the slate's wiped clean
Gotta room of my own with a really big window
But I can't help but feel like a fish in a bowl
I can't help but feel like a fish in a bowl
Why can't I help but feel like a fish in a bowl
Oh shit, here comes that feelin' again
You know, you know the one,
That feelin' kickin' in of
Ma ma ma ma ma monotony
Ma ma ma ma ma monotony
Ma ma ma ma ma monotony
Walking down a crooked road in a broken town
Walkin' around kickin' a can
Waiting for something big to happen
But instead
Oh no no no no
Here comes that feelin' again
Oh no
That feelin' kickin' in of
Ma ma ma ma ma monotony
Ma ma ma ma ma monotony
Ma ma ma ma ma monotony
But if I want to change the scenery
I've got to change what's in me
If I wanna change things around me
I've got to change things within me
Now I get it its so easy
If the world around me starts to get a little grey
Just change my coat of paint
Choose to paint my world with the colours I've stored
In the palm of my hand
The tip of my tongue
The back of my mind
The souls of my feet
And from the base of my heart
From the base of my heart
Change my ma ma ma ma ma monotony
Into some creativity
Change my ma ma ma ma monotony
Into some creativity
Change my ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma monotony
Into something funky
Into something funky
Time to get funky
Time to get funky
Time to get funky
Time to get funky
Time to get funky
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10. |
Coda
01:45
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Lorrina Belluz Thunder Bay, Ontario
Lorrina Belluz is a genre-bending songwriter, composer, and multi-instrumentalist (specialising in a non-traditional violin
style).
A rolling stone, always following the music, she has developed an eclectic musical style that draws on influences and genres including rock, blues, funk, reggae, pop, classical, and Indian classical.
Lorrina is currently composing a body of work for novice violinists.
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