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Normal Humans

Countdown until I plunge into the
Far-out and I can't get much further
So I jump back into the mold where
We all behave like normal humans

Touchdown and Mars is not the planet
So far you lie in darkened shadows
So blind you can't see through the matter
Where we believe like normal humans

Someday you will not know the difference
And we will be in tune with something
Beyond a realm of perfect vision
Then we'll control the normal humans

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals

Hoping & Praying

Hoping & praying the dogs are not sleeping
'Cause they should be watching for bad things a-movin'
Around outside
I know it's a game
I play it well
And those we don't like
Can burn in hell
To spare us from lies
They live to tell
Seemed at the time
Losing your mind
Waving goodbye again

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals

Gulf of Mexico

You're feeling grand
Just like a four-leaf clover
Healthy and tan
You seem to shine all over me
You know I went away to Mexico

Bent at the fold
And unaware of exits
If you feel cold
Think of the Gulf of Mexico
You know my heart is feeling like a ball of snow

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals

Off to Sleep

Wind blows softly through my window
Even though I'm safely off to sleep
Wind blows softly through my window
I can't even hear the smallest peep
Home again

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, vocals
Paul Gentile: Percussion
Jeff Gregory: Engineer
Matt Shane: Assistant Engineer

No!

Aboard their spaceship
They're flying, death-defying all of you
And no one missed them
It doesn't matter if you're feeling blue
Wo, wo, wo...

You think if you blink your eyes
Then that will make it so
There's so much to learn
That you do not yet know
No, no, no...

Pick up the pieces
And take a look at how they fit so well
If no one buys it
It makes no sense that stuff will never sell
Wo, wo, wo

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals

Waiting for the Summer

Someday we'll fly
Into the bluest sky
Waiting for the summer to come

We'll find seashells
Listen to the waves swell
Waiting for the summer to come

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals

Queen of Everything

The queen of everything that's strange has won
Over my heart, over my head
So instead I lie in bed and dream of how it will not be

The scene of tangerines stay in the sun
Hanging in trees, hanging around
Like a clown when I fall down to hide exactly how I feel

Rain falling down
Turns around my sunny afternoon

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals
Matt Shane: Percussion

Magnifying Lens

I've been waiting all the day
Just for you to come my way
I'm so lonely without you, girl
You steal the sun straight from my sky
You know exactly when I lie
And hid the moon at night from me, girl

Standing in the sunlight
Magnifying lens burns the bugs that run around
And you won't let me in
You won't let me in

I could be there in a day
My frozen ears hear clouds of grey
The transport sends me back to your arms
The trouble seems to follow me
Declared illegal by decree
They said it'd keep me free from all harm

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals

Come to My Window

Come to my window
I'll let you crawl in
You are my favorite
So let this begin

You see tomorrow as part of the past
Time's not in cadense
And moving too fast

You see tomorrow as states of your mind
I'm getting nearer
But you're hard to find

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals
Matt Shane: Percussion

In My Dreams

As I sit and watch the rain
I got no reason to complain
If I could only fly
Like in my dreams

You know you could be the one
But would I have as much fun
If we could only try
Like in my dreams

I know that life will never change
No matter how many times I rearrange
If I could make you sigh
Like in my dreams

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals

Time Drags On

Time drags on beyond the realm of normal human intelligence
I remain in love the same before I had your confidence

I love the falling rain
And everything the same as you
And I love the falling rain
And everything the same as you
And I questioning my brain
Hopefully remains what's true

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals
Matt Shane: Percussion

All These Fine Machines

Flying in the sky
Your wings will let you down
Everywhere you go
You're never to be found
All these fine machines are so obscene
We want baloons

If you could glance
Beneath the cracks
Where the ants plan their attacks
Then you would see
More clearly
And we better watch our backs

If you could taste
The excess waste
That holds like paste and binds the lies
So you get watched
Soon as you're hatched
Feeling 50 million eyes

Jeff Phelps: Guitars, keyboards, percussion, vocals
Jeff Gregory: Bass