Songaweek

by Chonk

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Snow Tunnels 04:00
"Snow Tunnels" by Chonk the simplest things seem infinitely complex when you dissect them with your mind take the time to look inside close your eyes and take a ride fractal designs morph, warp, and divide turn inside out and intertwine snowflakes falling in your brain your head is a mountain and your heart is a train but I don't want to ride alone been a long, long time that i've been on my own I jump into her eyes and I'm at home, home on and on and on we roam . . . so you think you can comprehend a pattern with no beginnin' or end? can you find an equation to put a lid on the infinite? Specks in a droplet crystalize Blow open the clouds fill up the sky She burrows tunnels in the snow Just to see if she can find a lawn to mow Her eyes are a beacon when they glow, glow On and on and on we go the diffuse reflection of the spectrum of light makes a clear snowflake appear white you might as well be a snowball in hell if you're gonna veg out your whole life Take the time to step outside climb up a tree trunk that you find feast your eyes on the wrapping vines Stare up at the stars, look back in time snowflakes fallin', frozen rain your head is a mountain and your heart is a train but I don't want to ride alone been a long long time that i've been on my own I jump into her eyes and I'm at home, home on and on and on we roam... on and on and on we roam... on and on and on we roam... on and on and on we roam...
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Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
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Pinecone 04:05
Spiny and spirally Sappy and fiery Pinecones (pinecones) Our bodies felt warm beside the flame Crunchy and pokey, ya burn them they're smokey they're pinecones (pinecones) The ash in the air spelled out her name And they twist, and they roll and they'll conify your soul Found a pinecone, that was glowing through the scales Was a hell of a ride when we dared to crawl inside All colors and visions whizzin' by And the alien sang In a cozy southern twang "Embrace love, Everything else is a shame" Awoke in a flurry, We left in a hurry That pinecone (pinecone) I thought we had left it in the snow Got back to our pad She reached her bag There's that pinecone (pinecone) And it's glowing even brighter than before And when we jumped in Pine needles poked our skin Burning tree sap enveloped us alive But before we could cry Demon birds pecked out our eyes We were sure that we'd met our demise Then the alien said with a pitchfork to our heads Return the pinecone or soon you'll both be dead Woke up in a terror We realized our error That pinecone (pinecone) Belonged in the woods, that was its home And so we returned it And then we burned it The pinecone (pinecone) Turned to ash As the fire warmed our bones (Instrumental) As we kissed in the night we knew the alien was right Embrace love but don't hold on too tight
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Happy Place 02:49
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Rosebush 02:49
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Buried 03:27
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Good luck! 03:45
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Home is where the car is It's never far it's under the stars at night I roam just like a gypsy Been gettin’ ripped see in' all the sites Hula girl shakin’ on the dashboard Where did you learn to shake so nice Starin’ deep into that hula girls eyes She started singin’ about her home on the Kona side Next thing I know there's a semi comin’ head on I swerve just in time to fly off into the sky Off the rocks, past some trees Through the clouds, straight up into the breeze Yeah, cruisin now, God knows where But I'm with my little hula girl way up in the air I said a Hooooooooooo Home is where the sky is Cause that's where I is In my CRV My phone began a'chimin My buddy Simon wants to talk to me! But I ain't tryin to die today Talkin’ on the phone while driving just ain't safe Ttyl…. I'm busy man! Diddlin' that hula girl with my free hand Just then... a gust of wind.. blows like hell throws me into a spin Into a spiral down toward the ground Oh shit that's water! Hope I don't drown The Pacific Ocean is mighty cold But the cars air tight and I'm ready to go.. And I say, Hooooooooooooo Home is where the where the car is Down with the starfish where the sun don't shine I roll slow with my high beams Lickin on an ice cream Looking for a sign hula girl playin a tune so sweet Don't even mind that I can't feel my feet She moves toward me, batting her eyes Puckered up her lips, imagine my surprise When a giant tentacle popped out from the black Wrapped around my car and threw us both right back Onto that good ole trusty HWY 1 Keep driving north and watch that settin' sun The moral this story folks, I ain't sho' But I'll... keep a blowin down that dusty road! Beep beep, a-hoooooooooooooo
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Clowndust 01:01
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On this soaring path of wetness I beg forgiveness to the atmosphere I witness It’s blowin’ all my troubles down the line But they’re never far behind me And in fact sometimes they blind me But I’ve got this voice inside me And on this ride, she’s giving me advice We’re on the same boat but we’re going nowhere and nowhere ain’t no place to ride instead of rowin’ nowhere let’s take a leap into this river in the sky This water runs fast, can’t see the bottom and the comfort of a home, man, at least I got one I’m goin’, I’m goin’, to this rivers edge Scary if I do, deadly if I can’t Doin’ all the wrong things now Doin’ all the wrong things now She told me don’t be scared I asked her why Sink to the bottom, and you’ll fly! Guess that makes sense on a river in the sky Guess that makes sense on a river in the sky Guess that’s all right on a river in the sky
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Head full of propaganda All I hear is blah blah blah Head full of propaganda All I hear is blah blah blah I can’t hear a word I’m singin’ la la la (whistle solo) Self serving dogma All I hear is blah blah blah Self serving dogma All I hear is blah blah blah I can’t hear a word I’m singin ’ la la la I know what you hate But what do you love? I know who you hate But who do you love? You say what you ain’t But who are you, love? (extended whistle solo with grunting) Head full of propaganda All I hear is blah blah blah Head full of propaganda All I hear is blah blah blah I can’t hear a word I’m singing’ la la la
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Place 00:34
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Late for Time Time isn’t linear, but the mind is tryin’ to find a way to escape the line desire to expand yr scope, i know i’ve caught a glimpse and there’s reason to hope it’s true this life is a dream from which we can rarely awake but we ain’t separate from that which makes up this whole shebang So don’t be afraid of that deep unknown it won’t be unknown for long, you know and your divin’ in fasho’ Ooooooooooooooo Let the waves and the wind Wash over your skin today ’Cause your safe, and you’re in good company You’ll never run out of stories to tell but sooner or later you’ll run out of time to tell them So tell them now, tell them true Tell them everything you thought you know you knew this time We’re morphin all the time, through beginnins and ends It’s never still, and time it won’t cease to spin into that wild wind So don’t be afraid of that deep unknown it won’t be unknown for long, you know and your divin’ in fasho’ Ooooooooooooooo
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Memphis Blue 01:42
Sun settin' on that old Mississippi Gears spinnin’ and I’m feelin’ trippy Nothin’ left on this little ol’ mind but you Totally forgot my appointment I did not apply my ointment but the pain that I’m feelin’ ain’t in my duds Cause even though you’re near sometimes I miss you even when you’re here and these sheets feel cold without you in my arms with the beer and the weed it’s a mighty big hole to feed but just one drop of your special love is good enough, is good enough... Memphis, Tennessee, she's mighty pretty So why am I gon'a sit around feelin’ shitty Let the whiskey and reefer rattle my bones tonight Cause even though you’re near sometimes I miss you even when you’re here but Beale street just don’t smell the same without you dear and the beer and the weed it’s a mighty big hole to feed but just one drop of your special love is good enough, is good enough 4me

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