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Sometimes in life we grow and thrive
While reaching for goals for which we strive
We feel the victory when we arrive
But sometimes it turns around and takes a dive
Sometimes -- we just make it through alive
We're gonna make it through alive (x3)
Your life, it was full. Your death, it was tough.
Your life had joy, and passion, and all that important stuff.
But God dammit - it still wasn't long enough
We don't get to choose who can survive
But for you -- I'll make it through alive
We're gonna make it through alive (x5)
It's such a fucking miracle that we're here at all
From the nothing that we come from to the nothing where we crawl
We'll reach for every pleasure, no matter how small
We'll squeeze each drop of love we can derive
And while we can -- We're making it through alive
We're gonna make it through alive (x5)
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2. |
Ant Jazz Song
02:45
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Well bless my soul! What the hell ya think you're doin'
You're out of control! Gonna lead yourself to ruin
This ain't no stroll, you're just clompin' along
And yer steppin' on the ants in my Ant Jazz Song
The state you're in gonna lead folks to mumble
Your crazed whirlwind made your honey jar tumble
Sweet honey's sin sticks to bugs so strong
Now yer lickin' up the ants in my Ant Jazz Song
I've had enough of your crazy song and dance
I don't usually take this hard line stance
I got a question when you got the chance
And here it is - How can it be an Ant Jazz Song when this song ain't got no more ants?
Well bless your heart, I do believe you think your helping
But from the start, while your hounds kept a-yelping
Your apple cart flipped over headlong
It's pulling all the ants to my Ant Jazz Song
It's calling all those ants.
We're swarming all the ants
And here come those ants to my
Ant.
Jazz.
Song.
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Dominick Kissed a Robot!
03:14
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Dominick kissed a Robot
Maybe he thought it was something else?
Is it possible he thought it was human?
He has no shame, should anybody tell
All the world he's a freak! “I'm Freaky-Deaky Robot Kisser!”
With smudge of it's grease on his neck, he runs a check
From its IC chips to its hot transistors
One thing's for sure, he can't resistor
Oh... And by the way....
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
When Dominick kissed a Robot
He was seated at the AI Bar
It rolled over and parked beside him
They siphoned lubricants through a straw
He was hypnotized by its presence!
Was it the blinking eyes or fiber optic hair?
He doesn't seem to mind, when others start to chime
“This behavior's against the natural order of things”
But Dominick... He bought a ring!
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
“Pucker Up, My Little Interface!”
Dom could hardly wait for an answer
Was it time-sharing with someone else?
Perhaps it was crunching his numbers?
Or was it experiencing awareness of self?
Is the universe polluted by stimulation simulation?
“I think, Dominick, therefore I am!”
But one thing's for sure, this never happened before!
All of that changes today. What a day! What a day!!
And by the way....
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
Dominick kissed a Robot
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Geverend Dee Piscataway, New Jersey
Geverend Dee is the lead singer and guitarist for A Halo Called Fred. When he is not performing with them, his solo stuff can be found here!
If you like Geverend's Exquisite Cadaver, you may also like:
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