Floob Lyrics

Animals We Are

I awoke yesterday with a brand new face
and you know what it said?
It said that i was in chains that i must break today
and that's exactly what i did.
  You're not supposed to be alone in the sun
  So won't you come out and play with me today
  Where we'll go i don't know just as long as we're free
  like the animals we are
Happy with my new face, i ran and danced and sang
with everyone that i met
Some laughed, some turned away, some said they couldn't sing
I guess some have heavier chains
  You're not supposed to be alone in the sun
  So won't you come out and play with me today
  Where we'll go i don't know just as long as we're free
  like the animals we are
   i am standing here all by myself
    looking at myself from outside myself
   common sense sees that i'm doing fine
   now it's time to return back inside
    like the animals we are
    like the animals we are
    like the animals we are
    like the animals we are
somewhere some people say that anarchy is bad
that we can't live without rules
but what are they trying to say, that the whole human race
is a race made of fools.
  You're not supposed to be alone in the sun
  So won't you come out and play with me today
  Where we'll go i don't know just as long as we're free
  like the animals we are
   i am standing here all by myself
   looking at myself from outside myself
   common sense sees that i'm doing fine
   now it's time to return back inside
    like the animals we are
    like the animals we are
    like the animals we are
    like the animals we are 

Boredom

The saints are walking around the sun 
with their hair down missing the point again 
Right or wrong? Throw your coppers in the trash
Before the jokers get you with their broken record message screaming for their needs of money
Cut your connections now
Feel the river pushing
Raging forces inward,
Cover your eyes to hide.
The workers do their job, they’re praying for a raise that they know is not going to come
Let’s laugh at those who
Turn their backs on legions fighting for their power to control their lives again
Cut your connections now
Feel the greed it’s growing
Into something more than
We can admit to starting
Waste the craving coming leaving nothing
Hide your eyes before the fall takes over
Sitting watching TV, I get up to get something to cure my hunger
Turkey or ham?
As I leave the sofa my craving starts to change to something sweet like chocolate
I guess I’ll have ice cream instead
My favorite color is red
Time for bed

Post-modern magic is sure to entice you
with its quaint normality sporting hints of old and new
Sex, drugs, and common hugs are sure to never leave
What’s the new opiate if religion can’t control the free?
Sitting at the table, eating dinner, watching nicotine TV
Lives are flashing forward feeding emotions to the naïve
Big car, movie star, what’s the new American dream?
All the past scenarios are lost on the movie screen
The candle’s burning out. Where’s the hero now?
There’s a new constitution singing softer melodies
Thanks to the geriatric white males of our society
Scream out free will now
Let’s make our own destiny and leave all the rules to the hypocrite referees
Where’s the hero now?

Can It Be?

do you really know what it means to be high? 
have you ever tried getting rid of your pride? 
do you have any songs without cheesy lines? 
have you ever tried singing from inside? 
oh, please don't let me put my foot in my mouth. 
it's just all this music seems to have no feeling just sounds 
please tell me, do you know what exits your mouth? because 
with all the crap that exists, i don't think we need more around 
i see them sitting pretty on their MTV 
do you really think they see their simplicity? 
i know it might be just jealousy 
but do you really think i want that for me? 
oh please don't let me put my foot in your mouth 
it's just all this music seems to have no feeling just sounds 
plastic rhymes without thought, i don't think it makes sense 
to have your chance to make a difference and spend it on bullshit 
bullshit 
can it be? can it be that we're all just verbs and nouns? 
can it be? can it be that this world is losing its ground? 
can it be? can it be that true music is dying out 
can it be? 

Charades

Charades in cognito, balloons with no air 
Fortunate diseases, cold blank stares,
Figure it out...in
But don’t decide until you begin
Color blind dolphins Swim with their ears 
Noise is thought pollution, silence is fear,
Figure it out...in
But don’t decide, until you begin
Proceed with the cradle
Proceed with the strangle
I’ll be the creep If you remain sweet 
Drowned in a sink
I will hold your mind, If you hold mine
My confusion was given 
To you for play

Crepes

Crepes (breaking snape’s plates)
"yaaaaaaaay" 
Crepes are great (snape beef dates)
"yaaaaaaaaaaay"
Ooooooooooooooooooo Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahooooo
Ooooooooooooooooooo Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahooooo
Ooooooooooooooooooo Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahooooo
Ooooooooooooooooooo Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahooooo
Boho, where did you go?
What you doing smoking those nicorettes?
Chewing those cigarettes?
Ooooooooooooooooooo Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahooooo **&**^**%%**$*^^^^^^^^
Oooooooooooooooooooo Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahooooo

Fantastic!

So I hear your ears are clean with peroxide.
Are you listening to the beat you’re tapping?
Rock star, munkey loving, junk diving, nickel spending... uniform
I hear you’re doing well with the teachers
Sleepy eyed, poisoned apple leaver
Smoking dope, trying to be a leader
You’re leaving your soul to be eaten
You’re not alone in your foolish actions
Throw that ego away and you will see
You got to stop what you’re doing and look into your eyes
And you’ll find what you need to survive
So I hear your lungs are filled with dirty air
Are your track days over? Do you care?
Slow moving, pig escaping, drop-out
Spending your life trying to raise bail.
Do you find your face sinking in the mud?
Do the worms contaminate your frontal lobe?
Eating shit, trying to be a model
The deeper the soul sinks, the harder to retrieve it
Frog Fantastic Fantastic Frog

A Friendly Conversation

a friendly conversation

the sun was bright so i looked down
making conversation with the ground
she said "you're not gonna find yours answers
                                   looking
                                   at the
                                  ground.
the sun is beautiful when you're not...down"

hearing down~seeing down~
talking down~feeling down~
"YOU'RE NOT GONNA FIND YOUR ANWERS
                            CRAWLING
                           ON THE
                          GROUND.
THE SKY IS BEAUTIFUL when you're not...down"
     i found   out my
     inside   lies with
     in a home without walls
               without definition
     see my hand it's reaching for the sun
     pull it down take a piece with me so
     i can be any thing but disconnected.
the sky was beautiful so i tried looking up
making conversation with the clouds
they told me they were waiting for something...
they were waiting for me to see them.
***the leaves the change, they change with the
***seasons, the clouds they change, they change
***with the wind. The me, myself, it changed with
***a little patience and time.

    "i found out my outside lies inside..."

h.a.p.p.y.

* swam the ocean but the ocean swam alone
searching for a greedy k*ng who was wrestl*ng for his throne
the *sland was an *deal place for k*ngs and mov*e queens
  who love
     the *dea
       of stay*ng home
we all danced and parted our ha*r w*th our golden combs
   [runn*ng around *n c*rcles and you my fr*
                                            en
                                              d
   [w*ll f*nd...my m*nd *n a [box]

* l*ke to s*ng and dance and never say goobye
bye *s a s*lly word when *t's used with h*
h* bye h* bye h* bye h* bye fly h*gh by the pool
com*ng down splash*ng around em op thot gnot fools
   --->[m*nd]

Happy Pop Song or...
Jazz Buster on Prom Night

Speak to me with melon collie.
Make sure the daffodils are growing from your eyes.
I don't try to exaggerate cooperation
blooming with...sunset skies.

I loved you whisper leave
and the color in your descent left a tear on my chin.
Running through a field i found dirty feet.
Walking a dog left enlightenment.

    Running around trees
    Playing in leaves
    Leaving our chains behind
    Sharing the keys

I had an odd notion i was a baboon
living in the jungle.
The jungle was a staircase,
the staircase was my mind
Then i had this feeling the ceiling was falling
It's then i decided to lose my mind....

    "leave your chains behind"

Invitations

As I stand down by the river, I watch the water
take a flower's petal. It moves freely accepting
fate like the path we all should take.
The river's face is forever changing only to reveal
immortal beauty. A reflection in the current reminds
me I'm not the man who stood here moments before.
    It's pulling me with a powerful invitation
    to blindly fall into life
The wise old trees, a bird that's chirping, the sun
above warming my face...take my hand and we will join
them to be free with ourselves and nature. Skin to
skin in my arms our hearts race beating in time. In
your eyes I can see the reflections of everything
that hides in us all

   Feel the movements of the currents flowing around
   our bodies joined as one.

who is that

wasting))))))time in ffront of the tube
  ))it's a step up from sniffing glue
  _it's_so_easy yeah
Zoning)))))))out on latte night infomercials
  ))with a better attention span than in school
  _it's_so_easy

HOW ABOUT TUNING IN TO SOMETHING DIFFERENT THIS TIME LET'S
TRY OUR MINDS YOU MIGHT REALIZE YOUR G.A.P. FILLED CRIMES OF
ADVERTISING FOR THE HAND THAT HOLDS YOU DOWN

the 0cean rolls her waves in silence
the Birds they sing their songs in private
they're waiting for you to escape your [box]

HOW ABOUT TUNING OUT ALL THE POINTLESS COMERCIAL CRAP AND
TUNING INTO POVERTY RASCISM GHANDI AMNESTY STARVATION AND
WORLD POLLUTION

this life it is yours it's mine
you can live like a bore that's fine
but when one's grime pollutes the sky
i think that constitutes crossing the line

this life it is yours it's mine
i know i might be wasting time
but when the grime hits the sky
i think that you should get up and fight
i think that you should get up and figh
i think that you should get up and fig
i thinc that you.sh

"stones rise up into the clouds, fire burns down into the water"

---shamanistic manuscript~written in my dream
    collage of frantic dancing words~written to be seen
    fires breaking children laughing~up from the drain
    drove down industrial road~watching nature bleed
---waking sleep i cataloged~the dire happy ride
    sitting in my catacomb~i drank my tea with pride
    keyboard casting melodic noise~through my backwards brain
    free the dead...prepare the blind...let them see their mind