1. |
Carrot
01:26
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Instrumental
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News (Radio Edit)
03:24
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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 (Radio Edit)
04:50
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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 ***
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 (x4)
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 (x4)
What are you saving all that money for anyways?
Give it up, give it up.
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4. |
Sex (Radio Edit)
03:49
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5. |
Pinche Hombre
03:38
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7. |
Alligator's Tale
04:34
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8. |
Sob Story
04:36
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9. |
Monotony (Radio Edit)
03:20
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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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