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1. |
First Contact
06:18
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Light bends. Let's hope it never breaks.
Time mends. Let's hope that it's not fake.
"Nothing is invincible" seems to be a principle.
Dying is a pinnacle, living is equivocal.
Nothing can't be anything, many things are everything, ground it in the glimpse of it, even if you wince a bit: Know you'll grow.
Patience; The story isn't it.
Basic: the more you search you fit.
Thinking's never stopping, believing what I'm propping up, leaving little drippings I'm dropping and sipping and stopping living and loving; beleaguering nonetheless...addressing eagerness unimpressed. If only this mess would bless me.
They just might come through
Day sunlight sea blue.
They just might, come from the deepest depths, under the sea.
Day sunlight, hides them from you, it's not what it would seem.
Rays come right, into your eyes and they're, making you sneeze.
Hyper drive, engage so grey folks won't, ever be seen.
Fly up. To the stratosphere.
See space. Open up your ears.
Look into infinity; notice the divinity. Why would you need anything more than what is everything?
Such a picture perfect itself always in service of existential presence correcting it's own essence.
The meaning isn't grounded in anything spectacular, immaculate facts are the rational tact in a vernacular. Tackle the faculty that'll rattle catastrophe; and atrophy blasphemy now.
They just might, come from the deepest depths, under the sea.
Day sunlight, hides them from you, it's not what it would seem.
Rays come right, into your eyes and they're, making you sneeze.
Hyper drive, engage so grey folks won't, ever be seen.
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2. |
Second Glance
05:58
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Heaven sounds I feel
Never found for real.
Ever-bound to the wrong; I’ve been locked away.
Every lie you tell
The innocence you sell.
Ever-bound to the wrong; you’ve been locked away.
We have got to fight the wrong.
I can really feel that we just don’t belong.
It isn’t just the same old world with perfect chance,
I’m thinking we might be in hell at second glance.
I’m sayin’ now that we have got to fight the wrong.
I can really feel that we just don’t belong.
It isn’t just the same old world with perfect chance,
I’m thinking we might be in hell at second glance.
Heaven sounds I feel
Never found for real.
Ever-bound to the wrong; I’ve been locked away.
Structure crumbling from within;
Building what can now begin.
Nice flow coming from the heart.
Time to finish a new start.
We have got to fight the wrong.
I can really feel that we just don’t belong.
It isn’t just the same old world with perfect chance,
I’m thinking we might be in hell at second glance.
I’m sayin’ now that we have got to fight the wrong.
I can really feel that we just don’t belong.
It isn’t just the same old world with perfect chance,
I’m thinking we might be in hell at second glance.
Look twice; second glance is key.
Sharp ice melts when given heat.
Hot coals cool after a rinse.
Can’t flinch if you always wince.
Why we try to ask “why?” it’s because when we die
We don’t get second chance so we take second glance.
Just to’ve seen if we’ve been missing; what could just
Be the why that we asked in the first glancing pass.
It’s a choice that we make, and a risk that we take
Just to’ve seen if we’ve been missing…what?
We have got to fight the wrong.
I can really feel that we just don’t belong.
It isn’t just the same old world with perfect chance,
I’m thinking we might be in hell at second glance.
I’m sayin’ now that we have got to fight the wrong.
I can really feel that we just don’t belong.
It isn’t just the same old world with perfect chance,
I’m thinking we might be in hell at second glance.
Structure crumbling from within;
Building what can now begin.
Nice flow coming from the heart.
Time to finish a new start.
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3. |
Third Time's a Charm
04:12
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Go! The chance will be the wrong time so take the time to choose the lesser
Known; the path to see, cause no matter what,
it is never perfect.
Grow! The same as earth! You take what you need and the rest will really
Flow; the wants and needs become genes and memes. Adaptation to the
Source of power thrice untwined to see the
Force that towers twice the size of time and
Spacing out in a place I can't see
But the beings who took me know.
Gazing out in a dark disturbing void
To see if a life has grown.
Third time checking to see what's watching me.
But I can't tell who I'm with.
Words might not quite work the same way they do
When talking to the one
Source of power thrice untwined to see the
Force that towers twice the size of time and
Traced in every single face is the beginning of the ways in which we can truly empathize.
Wasting; never gonna pace properly, but I can choose. Days go by but the message never dies.
Thinking every single time everything isn't the best. Once or twice or a third time is a charm.
Sinking further into my psyche just like we can guess. Stunned like mice It's nice to be alarmed.
Traced in every single face is the beginning of the ways in which we can truly empathize.
Wasting; never gonna pace properly, but I can choose. Days go by but the message never dies.
Thinking every single time everything isn't the best. Once or twice or a third time is a charm.
Sinking further into my psyche just like we can guess. Its so hard to find
Source of power thrice untwined to see the
Force that towers twice the size of time and
Source of power thrice untwined to see the
Force that towers twice the size of time and
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4. |
Fourth o' July
06:41
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Woke up on the fourth,
Saw up in the sky
Aliens have found
Signals from wifi
We cannot ignore...
Now the time has come
They have seen our memes;
They want us to explain them.
Saw us from afar,
Thought we were bizarre.
Watched us for so long.
Learned our words and songs, and they said:
We never meant to take a thing from you at all.
Just thought you look a little bit like us but small.
And it seems like we need just to ask you what you mean
By the things that you place into your little portable screens.
Bleak senders of the saddest truths of earth untold:
Why must you cry, when you die so soon once you grow old?
If you can look into the sky and believe that we might come
Then you must trust and believe, if anybody’s under the sun.
Took us up inside (up inside what they drove to the Earth from their home)
Space had opened wide (wide enough to provide us a guide to reside)
In an ancient land (first of us came from sand gathered by spacial man)
Written on your hand (maps of the ancient land in the lines on your hands)
We never meant to take a thing from you at all.
Just thought you look a little bit like us but small.
And it seems like we need just to ask you what you mean.
By the things that you place into your little portable screens.
Bleak senders of the saddest truths of earth untold:
Why must you cry, when you die so soon once you grow old.
If you can look into the sky and believe that we might come
Then you must trust and believe that everybody will become one.
Took us up inside (up inside what they drove to the Earth from their home)
Space had opened wide (wide enough to provide us a guide to reside)
In an ancient land (first of us came from sand gathered by spacial man)
Written on your hand (maps of the ancient land in the lines on your hands)
I never wanna know if fact has ever been a possibility to extract, I
Think about the creativity pact with the avalanche of passion that sits in my digestive tract.
And the truth is I really don’t know how to act, but got a knack for finding positive influence to attract.
And I don’t really know what I’m looking for, but I cant ignore the constant questions lurking behind these doors.
I know I’m blind but I try to see why I can’t
See so when I can it will not overwhelm me
I’m simply just a small speck I would rather detect the problems than solve em one at a time. I
Think about the time I waste in a vat chasing a chat that’ll never save the place that we sat.
facing the facts, I can never break out of this machine, knowing that is knowing that I’ll never be me.
Gotta look away from these screens, so I can scream into the void till I wake up from this dream.
We never meant to take a thing from you at all.
Just thought you look a little bit like us but small.
And it seems like we need just to ask you what you mean.
By the things that you place into your little portable screens.
Bleak senders of the saddest truths of earth untold:
Why must you cry, when you die so soon once you grow old.
If you can look into the sky and believe that we might come
Then you must trust and believe that anything can always be done.
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5. |
Fifth Element
04:04
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How have you hidden your form? Shall your people be warned
That you have been revealed? Can you even still
Feel the pulse from outside the beat.
Waves making time misbehave.
Let’s start telling the truth.
That seems to be quite full proof.
Feel the change from inside your mind.
Find something of a new kind.
Seems to me that would be prime.
Maybe I’m deranged, that’s fine.
Wake up in a space ship with a creature in my face and the features are not
placed in a way that makes it look like they’re a human race.
Taking me to planets that I can’t understand with such a simple brain
simply unable just to ascertain a different plane.
Faking a new language that I speak in anguish but manage thankless then I sank,
Deep into a psychic state so aliens communicate.
Making what I happened to finagle sag into place although unripe and crude,
Who could the new visitors trust ? Who they’ve spoken to?
You.
When the whole world needs you greed can lead you to
Those who might not deserve to reserve you.
When the only light is in your very mind
You must mind the brightness that we can’t find .
How have you hidden your form? Shall your people be warned
That you have been revealed? Can you even still feel?
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6. |
Sixth Sense
06:22
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When I was a young boy I was riding down the street and I
Became my bike, then flew into the sky. Don’t ask why. Don’t ask how. Listen now.
My wheels turned into my eyes and told me to look at the sky
Then I turned back into a boy and fell back to earth then reversed to my birth.
Lived my life back to the point where I left off to change my path
And make a different choice there on my bike. I was like a time lord. Oh yea sure.
This sixth sense became my way of going back to that same day
To see the ship that came here from the depths of the sea. Not the sky. Found the key.
You! Look to the sky, over by the shore line
Lights! Luminescent flight. Over the horizon.
Beings! Of a different kind. Another civilization.
We! Must all unite if we can live again.
Think! Communicate. If there’s even a chance.
Act. Don’t sit home and type. That’s not a type of action.
Run into the streets. And make a fuckin’ scene
Dance the night away so they can see what we mean.
Show your fantastic life, to reptilian insects.
Hope that they don’t rip, your mother fuckin’ head off.
Know that war is bad. And it is never the answer
Go be the impossible flow. You can rise any time.
When I rode my bike that day the aliens they came and they
Decapitated my old neighbor Bill. They killed Bill! So not chill. I’m not thrilled.
I walked up and screamed at them and they came up and grabbed my head,
And I saw my whole life from back before. My time lord powers grew. Shit they knew?
You! Look to the sky, over by the shore line
Lights! Luminescent flight. Over the horizon.
Beings! Of a different kind. Another civilization.
We! Must all unite if we can live again.
Think! Communicate. If there’s even a chance.
Act. Don’t sit home and type. That’s not a type of action.
Run into the streets. And make a fuckin’ scene
Dance the night away so they can see what we mean.
They knew my powers were why I could see their space craft.
Something I keep recalling is that they implanted
Memories of their home planet, which held many secrets
They are overlords to a whole planet of creatures.
You! Look to the sky, over by the shore line
Lights! Luminescent flight. Over the horizon.
Beings! Of a different kind. Another civilization.
We! Must all unite if we can live again.
Think! Communicate. If there’s even a chance.
Act. Don’t sit home and type. That’s not a type of action.
Run into the streets. And make a fuckin’ scene
Dance the night away so they can see what we mean.
They are humans just like us but they evolved when they moved from
The planet when it was hit by an asteroid and that is why they
Moved away far into space, but they enslaved another race
Of beings that we must now save, a mission so profound and so grave.
The warriors we have assembled shall ascend in our own crafts
To head back to their home planet to kick some fucking alien ass.
We won’t stand for what they have done and they won’t stand when we have won.
We’ll punch them all right in their faces till their faces are all over the fucking places.
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7. |
Seventh Heaven
05:31
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Sitting so prepared
Rocket’s in the air
Punching in the codes
To see which way we’ll go
We cannot deny
This could go awry
Text your goodbyes
It’s time to fly to
Outer space
We’ve come to save you please take my hand and
Know that this will be all be over soon cause
We’ve come to save you please trust my word and
Know that this war will be over soon.
Not your average fight
Isn’t in real life
On the internet
Many empty threats
Doxxing all your foes
Airing out your woes
Everybody knows
What the small screen shows
Public shame
And you are to blame
Nobody is safe
Do not eat your cake
Never leave your house
Wear a boring blouse
Live in fear of death
It’s your final breath (wait no)
We’ve come to save you please take my hand and
Know that this will be all be over soon cause
We’ve come to save you please trust my word and
Know that this war will be over soon cause
We’ve come to save you so please think that we
Know what we’re doing cause we’re confident
We’ve come to save you so please thank us and
Know that we’re better than everybody.
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8. |
Eighth o' Dank
05:11
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Losing where I am
I kinda pretend
That I know what’s up
Even though I’m fucked
I feel so much
Deep euphoria
This makes me feel
So damn full of
Life is but a dream
You know what I mean
Everybody says
Phrases in your head
I feel such a
Creative rush
This makes me feel
So damn full of life
Light, flame, smolder, ash
Spilled in the empty tray
Break up, load up another, not quite there
Hide from the creatures
Use it to veil the fear
Break up, load up another, almost there.
Look up in the sky
See if they’re watching you
Break up, load up another, now we’re there
They see that I looked
Shit! They see that I looked
Break up, load up another, over the
Edge of time’s strange horizon back to the
Days of riding my bike as a young boy
I knew that they would find me
Charge forth into the night in a spaceship
Brought my eight o’ dank with me
Smoking in outer space
Bong water gets on face
Zero gravity blaze
Laser gun ‘bout to lase
Lase aliens!
Zapping heads off!
Green goo spraying!
Reload laser!
Monster slaying!
Slave masters die!
Free the giants!
Revolution!
Kill the tyrants now!
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What is the system we’ve found here?
Why is existence on round spheres?
Where is the end of the ending?
How much of this is pretending?
Who is the perfect creator?
Is “who” a proper descriptor?
Was it 2 and 1 was victor?
Or was it even a question of “why” at all?
If we just ask why and leave out the
Other option I think we will get
Lost in patterns burled and lose the ninth
Wonder of the world: To ask “Why Not?”
Why Not?
Dance in the freedom of love and life and
Bask in the sunlight and joyous passion
Breathe in the fresh air and live another
Day on a blue rock that’s floating deep in outer
Space is an open
Place and I’m hoping
Waste will be laid to
The concept of waste.
Kiss all your trash
Goodbye. Sing a lullaby.
Time for it to die.
Don’t you even think to ask “why?”
If we just ask why and leave out the
Other option I think we will get
Lost in patterns burled and lose the ninth
Wonder of the world: To ask “Why Not?”
Why Not?
Dance in the freedom of love and life and
Bask in the sunlight and joyous passion
Breathe in the fresh air and live another
Day on a blue rock that’s floating deep in
Space is an open place and I’m hoping
Waste will be laid to the concept of waste.
Kiss all your trash good bye. Sing a lullaby.
Time for it to die. Don’t you dare ask “why?”
We have saved the giant race of creatures that contacted
Us when they needed some help. We looked around and said “Welp…”
Then we blasted off to space and zapped evil in the face.
Now we celebrate the new chance to live life laugh and dance.
This divine sign of mine is a truth in a time that finds proof is fine but I
Need to resign to defining my mind as something of a different kind of a design.
And I find that I can’t break free from the need to be me so I’ll bleed from my knees.
Please let me stand up randomly to besiege my relief.
Serve me said the curvy blob in a galaxy now let’s see why should I listen, cause you glisten?
I can’t see what I’m missing from where I’m pissing. Submission. No I can’t give in so keep livin’.
Rock in the void can’t exploit what’s forgiven. Keep swimmin’: In the ocean of socially always kiddin’
To keep my true feelings hidden access is overridden.
I am an apparition. You can’t see my position. Why are you looking this way. Don’t you dare fuckin say “hey”
Watching for signs in the dark. Waiting just to make a mark. Losing touch inside the song. Meta reference tag along. Neverybody? Not a word. Everybody is absurd. Traveling echoes of “woah.” Audience gaudy but “know.” Thought they could think for but just no. N.O.
Dance in the love and life of freedom and
Bask in the joyous passion of sunlight
Breathe in the living freshness of air that’s
Floating on a rock that looks quite blue from
Space is an open place and I’m hoping
Waste will be laid to the concept of waste.
Kiss all your trash good bye. Sing a lullaby.
Time for it to die. Don’t you dare ask “why?”
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10. |
Tenth Commandment
08:56
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Up high:
Under the next ground.
Smooth wind:
Above swaying around.
Purple skies can’t see them yet. Hue gone askew from a chemical jet.
Watch the world become a view. Viewing only what has just been left to doom.
Living by myself in a little panic room, manic in a hammock in middle of 2 brooms
Looking for the life that’ll tie me down. Waiting for a sound with my ear to the ground
Watching success as I fail with so jealous
It’s envy.
Look across the sidewalk, at Mr. Has A Thing I Don’t or
Mrs. Has That Thing I Need, just think about the greedy feeling that’s
Lurking in the darkness, in the place where people’s hearts should be,
The creeping little devil that just tells you that it “should have been you” when it “wasn’t”
Take that little creature and strangle it to death so we can
Save the planet faster and avoid a huge disaster.
The only time to focus on what other people have is when the
People with too much won’t help the ones who truly lack anything.
Purple skies can’t see them yet. Hue gone askew from a chemical jet.
Watch the world become a view. Viewing only what has just been left to doom.
Living by myself in a little panic room, manic in a hammock in middle of 2 brooms
Looking for the life that’ll tie me down. Waiting for a sound with my ear to the ground
Watching success as I fail with so jealous
It’s envy.
Look into the future and hope for the best things and
Look into the past to see what never shoulda been there cause
We can all be the fucking best things in the fucking world and
anybody that doesn’t think that should just go fly a kite.
Look across the sidewalk, at Mr. Has A Thing I Don’t or
Mrs. Has That Thing I Need, just think about the greedy feeling that’s
Lurking in the darkness, in the place where people’s hearts should be,
The creeping little devil that just tells you that it “should have been you” when it “wasn’t”
You
Structure crumbling from within;
Building what can now begin.
Light bends. Hope it never breaks.
Time mends. Hope that it's not fake.
"Nothing is invincible" seems to be a principle.
Dying is a pinnacle, living is equivocal.
Nothing can't be anything, many things are everything, ground it in the glimpse of it, even if you wince a bit: Know you'll grow.
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11. |
Eleventh Hour
05:31
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Distant humming getting closer now.
“Why not” is not the question: is how?
My framework’s been crumbling little bit down on me
I need to look at what I’m bound to see.
Open my eyes but nothing come out from the darkness
I can’t see, I’m blind.
Nothings coming from the shadows if you listen you can’t hear them
The Eleventh Hour is now.
Sprinting to the center
Ending at edge?
Winding round a corner
Bending the wedge?
Road turns into straight path
Back to the start?
Baffled look at camera
Wait is this art?
In the back of my mind I can
Hear my thoughts telling me to just give up.
I’ve gotta feeling I can’t fight
It’s just another silly thing I lock away
Every day say “Not today”
I’m on a new majestic flight
I gotta get little wind to glide today.
Just today say “Every day”
Sprinting to the center
Ending at edge?
Winding round a corner
Bending the wedge?
Road turns into straight path
Back to the start?
Baffled look at camera
Wait is this art?
Outside of my mind I see the
Blinding light that makes me feel
My framework’s been crumbling little bit down on me
I need to look at what I’m bound to see.
Open my eyes but nothing come out from the darkness
I can’t see, I’m blind.
Nothings coming from the shadows if you listen you can’t hear them
The Eleventh
I’ve gotta feeling I can’t fight
It’s just another silly thing I lock away
Every day say “Not today”
I’m on a new majestic flight
I gotta get little wind to glide today.
Just today say “Every day”
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Good NightOwl Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Good NightOwl is a moniker of the composer/recording artist Daniel Lewis Cupps. Cupps is also a television editor, 3D animator, and actor. This project is dedicated to allowing the public to see a self-producing musical artist grow over time with barely any budget. Some of it is meant to be funny, some of it is serious. If it all seems funny to you, then it is all meant to be funny. ... more
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