Giant Something (2011)
Marty
Good old Marty takes the bus to school everyday
Got his calculator so he's doing okay
In his mind he brachiates with marmosets and dogs and snakes
Good old Marty clean and neat, sits down in his favorite seat
Far away but keeping time, desk drum roots within his spine
All the while I watch him there, tap away without a care
Head on loose he speaks no words just living life with the moon flock herd
Marty what you got in that bag?
And what will you do tomorrow?
Marty what you got in that bag?
And I will heed the answer to whatever it is you say
Good old Marty's red balloons, take him to his spaceship soon
If all the cats and dogs came too he'd sing himself a morning tune
Now he's set for two whole weeks I see it in his rosy cheeks
Marty likes to plan ahead
Plotting with his best friend ted
Not part of the human race
A person or a thing or place
All the while I watched him there, tap away without a care
Head on loose he leads the herd conversing with his favorite bird
Red Balloons are falling from the sky Red Balloons take Marty up so high
Phase III
I've got some change to spare, if you have got the time
A penny I could share, if you'll commit the crime
And do what you will do, but keep it all inside
Assume the role again, but don't pick sides
Another life I see, has got away again
You'll see it in your dreams; you'll see how it'll end
And myths will turn to fact, old walls will crumble down
Some things remain intact, some things are not around
Will something signify, will it all come to be in time?
Could you please clarify, I'd like to try and see the signs
The truth won't make it clear but you can try and help me here
Could you please clarify I'd like to try and see the signs
The times are changing boy; you'd better get on top
And sell your soul way, and watch the others drop
Yeah put that smile on, but never meet the eye
It's all you've gotta do, don't even have to try
It's just a numbers game; it's just a state of mind
We'll get behind the blame, and put our faith in time
We're keeping tabs on everyone; you'd better watch the pack
You didn't realize the knife was in your back
Will something signify, will it all come to be in time?
Could you please clarify, I'd like to try and see the signs
The truth won't make it clear but you can try and help me here
Could you please clarify I'd like to try and see the signs
Cellino
You never looked into the mirror, before you went to work
You never wondered why your face hung from every building in town
And you never wonder why
You never were concerned with tying ties or shoes or colorful balloons
Always basking in the light and looking towards the back of the room
And you never wonder why And so he cried
If you only knew Poor Jimbo
He never knew
That jail could be so cruel
You never really noticed that everything, everything had turned to grey
Everything had a touch of orange and black, and a hint of decay
Your partner kept things straight while you were out and away
He was quite the man I'm sure, but he never did capture your sway
He was young and didn't know what was to come
Come inside stranger, all the lights point you home
Locks and chains are lifted, and walls are broken down
One man stands as the second one follows beside him now
Conducive Melodies in D
This is no different then what you'd expect to hear
The sounds and melodies are all in line
You'd think it was a crime
I'd have to pay the fine
That couldn't be more wrong
There is no need to reply to this typical design
As strange as it may seem, the words come naturally
You'd think it was a fine line too big for me to cross
That couldn't be more right
Shapes and sounds are all the same
New waters should come this way
Bend the bars of the cage that hold you so inside
Dig It Good
I wake up every morning with a new look on my face
Cause' every single morning got a new situation that's taking place
One river's drying up today, one will be born tomorrow
Patches are sown and some get torn, but they seem to relinquish all the sorrow
Supermarket concrete beach, but masked with the scent of skunk
Wandering eyes will flock to the shores, the opportunity of getting drunk
And there's no need to justify, and there's no need to forget
As long as that you're sure it's here, as long as it's for many years
Conceptualize this new age thought, but don't forget the past
It's endlessly streaming out of the mind, the words that just go by in a flash
Spending the moments til' the end, taking what you can
Reforming the old back to the new, and forming gold from sand
Kaleidoscope-like visions is all that most will see
Shapes and sounds are all the same when presented in that way
There's no need to justify, there's no need to forget
You'd better dig into something good today and be free
Dig it Good (x4)
Triangle
Sitting here and I'm thinking, wondering, dreaming, I don't know
The eyes are closing now and the words are closing too
Time sure passing slow treated as an equal
When you already know that you will not be chosen
Strange and obscure thoughts cloud your mind
They shape you and spin you around
Well I'm sinking down, well I'm sinking now
Eon Don
I know you're one of those cats who never really had alot going on
While you're sitting at home on your overgrown throne going by the name of Eon Don
Send me a line, don't send me a verse until you've got the kitty on the phone
First right, and down the hall you know your eyes are made out of stone
So what do we do? Don't surrender your plans to a mismatched chameleon crook
Got a novel, a plane, a train, some pain, and your favorite children's book
Do it up, chameleon man, do it up eon don
The planet's intact from behind your back, if we could get to just moving along
Won't you do it up?
Chameleon man, do it up eon don
The planet's arranged for the sick and the strange, if I could write it off in a song
Stay home, lock the door and keep the seahorse safe in the tank
Won't you do your best to turn your back on the world and take your money right outta the bank
Ten times to bring you back and drop the sun on top of the moon
Ten times to bring you back another Sunday afternoon
So what do we do?
Don't surrender your plans to a mismatched chameleon crook
Got a novel, a plane, a train, some pain and your favorite children's book