Альбом Cloud Cult

I found god at the stroke of midnight with your tongue in my mouth, on New Year's Eve
I found god when I was twelve with my cousin, trying to get a buzz from shots of Lysterine.
I found god in a Dr.Suess book
I found god in a dirty magazine
I found god in the words of Steve Miller: I really your peaches, wanna shake your tree

I found god on a Wednesday afternoon, drinking boxed one and wishing you would call me
I found god in the middle of the woods, spitting at the stars and making love to a tree
I found god when I quit smoking cigarettes
I found god in a bag of weed
I found god in the back of my head: Too scared to even talk to you, but dreaming you would marry me

I could find god if I could taste you
I could find god if you'd lay down next to me
I could find god in your secret places
I could find god if you'd only talk to me
I found god in the back of my head: too scared to even talk to you, but dreaming you would marry me
I found god in the words of Steve Miller: I really your peaches, wanna shake your tree

I've been sleeping for a million years

I will never know what woke me up and brought me here

Please don't let go under again, under again

Please don't let me go

I've been taking too much for granted

I will never never kill myself again

I am a lucky one

I am a lucky one

Please don't let me go under again, under again

Please don't let me go

Please don't let me go under again, under again

Please don't let me go

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When you were born, you were the earth
Uprooted and screaming
Your mind as clear as the ocean
You were ready to be carved

Now there's a lot to be learned
From those first words
Those first steps
Those first thoughts:
"Who am I?"
And "Do I belong?"

By third grade you start to feel like
Something's horribly wrong with you
You know you're all different
But you're taught to fit in

So you try to talk, breathe, dress, act
And think like the others:
"I would do anything
If you would let me be
One of you"

I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be one of you

And as we grew older , I watched you all pretend
To be the same person
Rarely standing for who you really are
Never living your own truth

And all the while, I kept on struggling
To fit in with you fuckers
After all, we're of the same earth
We're made of the same dirt

You say you're who you wanna be
But tell me, are you happy?
You finally fit in
But only as wheels in the machine

Now you're the ones ripping down
Rainforest trees
To know my heart to be dust
I watched you fuck your pretty little secretaries
Your pretty little secretaries

I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be one of you

To make one just like another
To make them all alike
(All... alike)
(All alike)

I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be
Never wanted to be one of you

I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be
Never wanted to be one of you

To make one just like another
To make them all alike
All alike
Just like one who's just like another
All alike (All alike, all alike, all alike...)

(All alike, all alike, all alike...)

"Mother, wouldn't it be slick if we had an electric ironer? Like Sally's mother has?"
"Of course it would. And I'm looking forward to having an electric dryer, too. Wee!"
"No matter what the job is, there are machines to take the hard work out of it."

"There's no trick to do the wash with this baby, and we can go right on playing cribbage."
"Automatic, eh?"
"Oh, you betcha."

"I want a Corvette!
I thought you would.
I want a Pontiac too!
Okay, we'll have the usual
two-car garage."

Compare the six days of the book of Genesis
To the four billion years of geologic time
On this scale, one day equals about 666 million years.
All day Monday, until Tuesday noon,
Creation was busy getting the Earth going.
Life began on Tuesday noon,
And the beautiful organic wholeness of it
developed over the next four days.
At 4 PM Saturday the big reptiles came;
Five hours later, when the redwoods appeared,
there were no more big reptiles.

At three minutes before midnight, man appeared.
At one-fourth of a second before midnight, Christ revolted.
At one-fortieth of a second before midnight, the Industrial Revolution began.

We are surrounded by people who think
that what we have been doing
for one-fortieth of a second
can go on indefinitely.
They are considered normal.
But they are Stark. Raving. Mad.

You're so pretty, would you stand beside me

You're so pretty, would you stand beside me

Maybe they will think I am beautiful like you

You're so pretty, would you lay down by me

You're so pretty, would you lay down by me

Maybe you could help me feel beautiful too

Maybe we could understand each other

Maybe we could finally feel in love

Maybe we could...

Maybe we could...

Maybe we could finally feel okay

I guess you've been worrying about my mental stability

I may seem unusual, but there is really nothing wrong with me

I tell you my secrets, but you think that I'm boring

I tell you my secrets, but you make me feel like an idiot

Don't worry about me, I'm as sane as can be

Don't worry about me, I'm as sane as can be

Your eyes glaze over when I tell you what I'm feeling

Do I scare you? Do I annoy you? Do I make you feel uncomfortable?

I tell you my secrets but I can't help feel stupid

I tell you my secrets but you make me feel a little crazy

Don't worry about me, I'm as sane as can be

Don't worry about me, I'm as sane as can be

Giving up my philosophies for a six pack of beer and a bag of weed

Giving up my philosophies for a six pack of beer and a bag of weed

So don't worry about me, I'm as sane as can be

I've been sleeping for a million years

I will never know what woke me up and brought me here

I've been taking too much for granted

I will never kill myself again

I am a lucky one

I am a lucky one

I am a lucky one

I am a lucky one

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It's the feel of the water as you're breathing it in
You're food for the fish so you will live again
It's the weight of your lungs when you're getting high
You'd spit it out but you'd really like to see the other side
It's the taste of her sweat when she was pulling you in
Like the mouth full of ocean that you're drowning in
And your bones, and your brains, and your skin
Are not as much yours as you thought they were

It's the ringing in your ears when you were feverish and sick
That's the sound of the other side so you better get used to it
It's the things that you see out of the corner of your eye
Everyone will tell you that it's nothing cause they've all gone blind
It's the feeling like you're falling when you first go to sleep
Like your soul's trying to separate but it can't quite break free
And your bones, and your brains, and your skin
Are not as much yours, as you thought they were

You can't come back again, back again
You can't come back again

It's your life flashing before you when you realize what you had
In retrospect it's beautiful but it's too late to go back
It's the light in the tunnel sucking you through
It's the deep regret of the things you never got to do
It's your last breath, your last luck, the end of the show
It's the spark in your eye when you finally let go
And your bones, and your brains, and your skin
Are not at much yours as you thought they were

You can't come back again, back again
You can't come back again, back again
Please don't let me go under again, under again
Please don't let me go under again, under again

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