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Hesitation Routine Vestaisiax: You can journey With me and Learn about New cultures New worlds Or you can go Run along With everyone else And do the hesitation routine Word Cakes and Space Lakes The Memory Holder: Some creatures can take Word cakes And with them a composition They will make Forging their destinies With portraits made fake Zebba Whitsen: We have gone Through Saturn's rings And now we have passed the space lakes The Realm of Space Vestaisiax: Welcome to the Realm of space You are welcome here In the starry realm The StarFlower: You know that I can Never be apart from You know that They said I would Never be a part of Zebba Whitsen: The realm of space The way to fame Inside a pretty shell The faces you see In the star-land freeze Look somewhat strange Let Loose the Polyester Couch-hounds Vestaisiax: Peering into eyes a'gleaming W/prisms of colors and light I see you have found the orchestra, the assembled delight Lollygag Brutus: Will you disassemble With the rest of us In the particle ray? They'll let loose The polyester couch-hounds And we'll be on our way Zebba Whitsen: In outer space There is no one Like you around I can't hear Their gravity sound Our atmosphere will never be found Let us Let loose in our Inter-planetary town The StarFlower: I want to show You where no man's pride Can take him on a gentle space ride Where a realm Of moon-jumpers Dance to a spatial tide I Will Look for Someone like You Zebba Whitsen: Have you seen the stars up close? Sally Astronomicle: Fleeing the cold Within an old worn Blanket of a ship Feeling the untold Histories of these Future civilizations within my cerebral cortex Zebba Whitsen: I feel the energy inside of me boil Very soon the space capsule Will touch down on alien soil I will look for someone like you when I get there Someone who has a kind mind And who is not afraid to care Galactic Mess Zebba Whitsen: I have seen The jumping horses They are streetlights in distress I have read The planet's discourses How did we get mixed up in this galactic mess? Professor Obrioutte: It seems something Has agitated the ambassadors They're in quite a fit Over deliberations of peace And the solar system Wants to quit Zebba Whitsen: Now, I love a good show just like anybody With candies, popcorn And a nice big soda to drink But when the thing across from you Tries to eat you as a compromise It's a little bit hard to think The StarFlower: I want to Take a mop And even just one drop Of wisdom would Help shine this floor Of galactic delegates up like new We will get the people all ready Before this place looks like A futuristic zoo This Time it's Not Bad Zebba Whitsen: This time it's not bad Good space suits will protect us We're always in pursuit of a good space suit Lollygag Brutus: No, this time This time It's not bad Zebba Whitsen: And this time No, not this time I won't be left In my Plasma-ray tears All cold and sad Slightly Crazed Moon The StarFlower: I bet you can't Catch the daylight In an asteroid shower Sally Astronomicle: You're not going to Let the curtains open, Are you now? Lollygag Brutus: I am floating On the surface Of a slightly crazed moon And it's not A bland eucalyptus That I'm eating on my bologna sandwich Zebba Whitsen: Where have I gone to? Have you gone, too? Am I alone w/a dozen of buffoons? To the mind control hole All of my hopes Seem so lost A recollection Of the moon's shadow I have come across Neutrality of Being The StarFlower: I think I'm in love with it The living matter that separates us From the neutrality of being Adds yet another layer To the ever-revolving Equation of universal theories Zebba Whitsen: I want to love the neutrality of being But to attain it is not to gain it It's like losing a piece of yourself Professor Obrioutte: There are principles to live by And principles that defy The ideology of living matter There are ways to attain A neutrality of being If you look past life's everyday patterns Give Me Some Space Mr. Spaceman Zebba Whitsen: Have you seen the rose-eyed wandering spirit? There is so much everywhere in the cold air In this dreamy cityscape It's a nightly affair Where from the walls of our brain We gently escape Vestaisiax: Come alive From the life you led I never knew how much you bled The Memory Holder: The blood is fresh But the voice Is fading cold Vestaisiax: Mr. Spaceman Do what you can Give the galaxy a hand Sally Astronomicle: Mr. Spaceman Do what you must I'll wait for you at dusk |
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