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Time Is Gonna Take Us All

Sit here staring at the floor
'Til I can't see it anymore
I could've swore I could before
But you can't ever tell for sure
So I mostly wonder where...

Time is gonna take us all
And what it's done with everyone from the past

If I don't love you anymore
I hope you throw me out the door
'Cause when it's fake, it such a chore
And that's one thing I can't ignore
So that's why I wonder where...

Time is gonna take us all
And what it's done with everyone from the past
They never last

No bad intent for hearts you tore
But even soft can leave you sore
'Til you can play your games no more
When you've lost track of all your scores
And up 'til now you didn't care...

Where time is gonna take us all
And what it's done with everyone from the past
They never last

And up 'til now you didn't care
Where time is gonna take us all

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Jeff Hyde: vocals

Heckling the Robots

I've been taking 'lots of medicine
I feel like I'm Thomas Edison
Light bulbs shining from my head again
Hope I found the key to let us in

Heckling the robots on assembly lines
You'll do just fine
Hysterically satirical
You crack me up almost everytime
So I won't give you any headaches
If you don't give me any headaches

There's no need for always feeling down
If your leaves are dead and turning brown
Take a drink so you can walk around
In the shade that you have gave the ground

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Jeff Hyde: vocals
Cory Flanigan: percussion
Matt Shane: percussion

The Speed of Light Can Get You Down

Just like X, Y, Z
That's how easily
It could, it could be
A life so leisurely
We could sail away
Leave for that place today
If you can hope and pray
You'll get close anyway

But we rush around
And nearly drown in all the misery
And the speed of light can get you down

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Jeff Hyde: vocals

Surface of the Sun

On the surface of the sun
You'll burn your feet, it's twice as fun
And tell a joke with a clever pun
You got me feeling on the run
And I've been waiting all these years
Confirming all my deepest fears
I'd like to see how bad it hurts
But all the girls are little flirts
Na na na...

In a crator on the moon
The songs all sound way out of tune
The sky is clear as the month of June
We got here on our red baloon
I'd like to buy the world a coke
Spend their cash until they're broke
And if the fizz don't make them cough
How will they know when to get off
Na na na...

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Jeff Hyde: vocals

A Smile Is Always in Style

When you find life's got you down
Find someone who'll turn your frown
Upside down
And be a clown
When you're sad
And feeling bad

Oh no!
Not here
Not when everyone's watching

Whenever you're around I feel so square
But I just like to breathe the air
And though sometimes
It's not so fair
I'm so glad
It's not driving me mad

Oh no!
Not here
Not when everyone's watching

You know
A smile is always in style

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Jeff Hyde: vocals

Two Little Flowers

Two little flowers stuck to the wall
Each at home, waits for the other to call
It does no good to be so shy
You'll feel regrets and want to die

Will they ever know what each one knows?
The winter snows turn into summer rain
The time goes by

Maybe they'll meet on a moonlit night
The stars in the sky by a lamp post light
Look into each other eyes
Get the point and realise

Will they ever know what each one knows?
The winter snows turn into summer rain
The time goes by
But won't subside the pain

So their lives will drag along
Long beyond the end of the song
It still is true, I guarantee
'Cause it happens to you and it happens to me

Will they ever know what each one knows?
The winter snows turn into summer rain
The time goes by
But won't subside the pain

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars
Jeff Hyde: vocals
Cory Flanigan: percussion

Give Me Back My Teeth

I just want to eat a steak
But I can't even eat a piece of cake
I'm beginning to think this was a BIG mistake
Give me back my teeth, God damnit!!!

I don't care what drugs I have to take
Or if the numbness would be completely fake
I just need some relief for heaven's sake
Give me back my teeth, god damnit!!!

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards
Jeff Hyde: vocals

I Like the Lilacs

I like the lilacs
Lying on my back
Stare at the stars
Sometimes they stare right back

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Jeff Hyde: vocals

Friday Night

Instrumental

Jeff Phelps: keyboards, guitars, percussion

5 Years Old

Looking back when I was little
Everyone seemed tall
Now that I am so much older
Everything looks small
Time, it passes so much faster
Much more feet to fall

I wish I could go back to just
Being 5 years old
That's when everything seemed perfect
Air was never cold
No one ever made me worry
No one bought or sold

But I don't like to talk about it
'Cause it freaks me out
So I keep it deep inside me
Never let it out
Someday I know this will kill me
There won't be a doubt

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, percussion

Sorry it Got So Dark

Sorry it got so dark last night
But I shouldn't be blamed for the lack of light
I didn't even realise
As I looked right into your eyes

Tell me if I ever get out of line
Teach me the braile to your book for the blind
It's just a bunch of dots and bumps
I concentrate but my mind still jumps

There's a song that you sang
And it drove me insane
I could groove to the verse
But I hate the refrain

Sorry I speak from my heart so much
But it's out on my sleeve and a bit out of touch
I dig if you don't comprehend
I never know what vibes I send

All I can do is to shed some light
Where once it was dark, make things clearly in sight
As far as any eye can see
It's still myself inside of me

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Jeff Hyde: vocals
Matt Shane: percussion

Watching Over Me

Watching over me I know they
Keep me safe and steer me away
From bad things that I might happen
Tapped my toes with finger snapping

I think some people in this world
Are acting rather quite alarming
They're unaware of all the things
Around themselves they may be harming

Now I see a little angel
Falling at a steeper angle
Bang the drum and sound the trumpet
Hide your cash beneath the carpet

Is that the way we have to live
Our lives? It really seems so tragic
So stop believe in the myths
They're just a game of simple magic

If they came and set free
Maybe time forgot me
Someone please explain
Sometimes I get caught in
Folds where they're conversing
All thoughts down the drain
Overloaded in the brain
Wishing for an abstract plain again

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars
Jeff Hyde: vocals
Cory Flanigan: percussion

Air Crash Survivors

Let your ship come down
Just like a sunray on the horizon
You're sinking
Down to the top of my world

We could paint this town
All of the colours we see in the rainbow
I'm thinking
All about the top of your world

Air crash survivors
Feeling aliver

Love can't be weighed in pounds(£)
Just like a mountain I cling to the edge
I'm slipping
Down to the top of the world

I'm not the driver
The wheels delayed the arrivers

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Jeff Hyde: vocals

This Cat Has 9 Lives

I don't want to go to sleep
Afraid my dreams might get just a little too deep
And I can't swin

So I must keep on the run
That way I won't miss any of the fun
Once it begins

Now I have to fight my eyes
Close their lids 'cause this cat has 9 lives
And that's too many of them

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitars, percussion
Matt Shane: percussion
TJ O'Brien: percussion

Be Dumb

Instrumental

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, percussion

Be Apart

We shall always be apart
There's no need to ever start
Slowly tearing out my heart, dear
We shall always be apart

Love is like the falling rain
Hides the tears and kills the pain
Always comes back once again, dear
Love is like the falling rain

So afraid of feeling cold
Warmed by hands we long to hold
Everything would turn to mold, dear
So afraid of feeling cold

Jeff Phelps: vocals, keyboards, guitar
Jeff Hyde: vocals
Cory Flanigan: percussion
Matt Shane: percussion

Absolutely Nothing Left to Say...

Instrumental

Jeff Phelps: keyboards