Cloud Cult Album

We're all made of galaxies and weeds
And some day we will live up on the sun
Grandpa and Grandma left this world together
And now they're living somewhere on the sun
I want to leave this world together
And you and I will live up on the sun

I saw my insides fall out, and so I sucked them back in, I was surprised by what was in there---
A little boy with dolphin fins, a bucket of leggos and gin, an atomic bomb, the Dali Lama.
He could not tell me the way, he could not tell me the meaning, until I'm ready to be crucified.
And the wind is made of moon's thoughts
All quickened with poetry and madness,
And if you hold in your lungs for just a few seconds,
You'll feel the burning I speak of.
You'll feel the burning I speak of.
We are Buddha, Confucious, and Jesus Christ.
We were born to philosophize.
But if we want to fly, we've got to leave our shit on the ground.
Or is that too much to sacrifice?
And we will not know the Way,
And we will not know the Meaning, until we are ready to be crucified.
And the wind is made of moon's thoughts,
All quickened with poetry and madness,
And if you hold in your lungs for just a few seconds,
You'll feel the burning I speak of.
You'll feel the burning I speak of.

I've got my mind made up
I've got my mind made up
I've got my mind made up
I think I'll live this way
I think I'll live this way
I think I'll live this way
Turtle shell
Turtle shell

This is my turtle shell
This is my turtle shell
It's made of paper mache
I wear it to protect
I wear it to protect
You can not hurt me their way

Turtle shell
Turtle shell
Turtle shell

This is my turtle shell
This is my turtle shell
It's made of paper mache

Turtle shell
Turtle shell
Turtle shell
Turtle shell
Turtle shell
Turtle shell

Little Jack Horner fell in love with the witch upon the moon
Her name was Mother Hubbard she kept whiskey in her cupboard
So her wings were made of spoons
They dated for a week and then married on the beach
But the wolf thought it was too soon
The three blind said it was all very nice so they moved up on the moon

They had a little girl, her name was Bo Peep
She was pretty, she was bright
She put on her red coat and went to see grandma
But disappeared in the night
Jack wouldn't eat fat, Hubbard wouldn't eat lean
So they got into a fight
Jack grew a beanstalk, big and green
So they climbed into the sky

Somewhere in the clouds they lost each other
When the cow jumped over the moon
But old Mother Hubbard found little Miss Muffet
Now their on their honeymoon

I was in the closet
Sucking on my medicine
Waiting for an answer
Praying for a savior
When suddenly I heard a voice
Singing in my back yard
I put on my yellow overcoat
You wouldn't believe what I saw
Oh, It!

I hid in the lilacs
And watched the figure dancing
But the dandelions saw me
You tattletales!
You tattletales!
Oh, It!

From another galaxy
Would you please take me
Cause everything here is confusing
Everything here is confusing
She gave me a piece of rhubarb
And left me in the backyard
She took a sparrow on her ship
I guess I wasn't ready for It

Techno Automaton, Latino Screamo.
To live inside Puck, el robotico, el natural.
Kissy-kiss at the very next table.
Lonely-lone is me (though I'm feeling quite able).
Fine cigarro--they nose rub--oh, oh.
He Gigilo with his serpent down your throat.
He Gigilo with his serpent down your throat.
He Gigilo with his serpent down your throat.
He Gigilo with his serpent down your throat.

Millions of sperm to permeate your huevo.
Will he love your baby, or will he just go-go?
Why you love this dirty, dirty boy-male-ho?
I estupido 'cause I'll never really know, no.
He Gigilo with his serpent down your throat.
He Gigilo with his serpent down your throat.

Mi robotico espiritu is in the ashtray.
But Rico Suave, male whore, is going to get laid.
When you're single momma, you better get paid.
I'll be living on the sun, singing "Hippy-hay-hay!"

Why you always gots to be pissing on me?
Why you always gots to be pissing on me, see?
He's the Gigilo with his serpent down your throat.
He's the Gigilo with his serpent down your throat.
He's the Gigilo with his tongue down your throat.
He's the Gigilo that's gonna leave you on your own.

This song is written for you
You love that, and I hate it
It starts off so soft and sweet
You like that, do you like me?

(I'm gonna break it down, because you like it broken down here.)

Hey!
I know, okay! Okay!

I can't write any music
You hate it, when I do it
You just want me to sound like
Every God damn man on the radio

This song is written for you
You like it, and I hate it
I can't breathe, I can't write
I can't live my life like this

It's gotten quieter
Cause you like that
In the third verse, keep it mellow
Cause you know that you're building up for
The final chorus

It's our song written for you
You'll like it, I hate that
It's our song
I'm singing it different now!
I'm breaking it down!
You'll love it!
It's my song
This is my song
This is my song
Rock! Rock! Rock!

[No lyrics]

I was born on the back of the Man on The Moon
And my hands are made of wind, and my fingers made of spoons
I always feel like I am speaking too soon

And she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
her bod in the wind and the wind in my dreams
She gives me all the things I ever could need

Hey!

I was born on the back of the Man on the Moon
I had hands made of glass, and my fingers made of spoons
I always feel like I am speaking too soon

I could see all the universe inside you;
You had eyes made of candles,
And your body was a medicine bag
That all the world could heal from -
I couldn't help but be mystified by you.

And I'm living all alone,
With just a bag of burned bones,
And I don't even know if you can hear me.
And I'm only half a man without you, my friend,
Fuckin' A! fuckin' a! fuckin' a!

And I can't wait
Cause I really need
You to come back
You to come back

And I can't wait
Cause I really need
You to come back
You to come back

I took you for granted, but now I understand -
I always thought you'd be there.
I can't help but say they've taken away the biggest thing I care for.
I live in the black; it's a simple fact:
I'm here but I'm not aware.
I took you for granted but now I understand -
I always thought you'd be there.

I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.

It's all that a movie
I love you for being
It's beautiful
you're perfect
you're everything
I love you

I can't see you there
I can't see you there

I can't see you there
I cannot see you there

Have I gone mad?
Have I gone crazy?
Toys in the Attic!
There's nobody home!

Would you all believe
I once had a baby?
And I was married;
Now I'm alone.

And I think that God speaks to me
In the seconds of the clock:
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tock.

And if you come and visit
I think you'll find a lunatic
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Have I gone mad?

It's gay (x4)

It's happy (x4)

It's gay (x4)

It's happy (x4)

It's gay (x4)

It's happy (x4)

I can't hold on but I can't let go
So I just gotta hope that I can keep on holdin
I am your best friend
I can't give up but I can't get down
Gotta fake it til I make it; things'll turn around
And you are my best friend

And every time I think I've finally found the truth
It transforms and shapeshifts
Start over again

I'll take you on my side
I'll make you terrified, terrified, terrified.

And every time I think I've finally found the truth
It transforms and shapeshifts
Start over again

I can't hold on but I can't let go
So I just gotta hope that I can keep on holdin
I am your best friend
I can't give up but I can't get down
Gotta fake it til I make it; things'll turn around
And you are my best friend

And every time I think I've finally found the truth
It transforms and shapeshifts
Start over again

Entranced by the waitress's skin,
I imagine we'd have a small wedding -
Let's do it next Sunday!

We'll move to Canada,
Start a family -
Have a cow and a chicken.
I'll write you poetry.

I'll find you on a Saturday morning,
Making love to the farmer next door...

Guess I'd rather be lonely.

Sometimes I dream about summer twenty years ago
Can I go back again?
And sometimes I wonder if I can go back to being eight years old
Can I go back again?

Sometimes the stars seem to be conscious of my memories
Can I go back again?
And sometimes I romanticize my memories

I'm just a machine but my memories will fill the universe
I won't come back again

Mama's got shortenin', shortenin' shortenin'
Mama's got shortenin', shortenin' bread!

Somewhere in the deer heard,
The Unicorn is waking,
Licking off its wounds,
And lifting its head.

Its horn is covered with wasps and flowers
It's puttin' away, but it's over my head!

Mama's got shortenin', shortenin' shortenin'
Mama's got shortenin', shortenin' bread!

Once, twice, three times a Lady
I'm sorry, I can't love you
I'm mashed potatoes and gravy
I'm sorry, I can't love you

I live my life with my back against the wall
I really cannot figure anything at all
I have run

I remember friends
I remember lovers
I remember fighters
I remember feeling like I couldn't get them all

I would swim against the river,
swim against the stream.
I'm not alive,
I am only in a dream.
I'm not gone.

I'm not gone.

You're all gone.

I'm not gone.

Mist in the grass and sleep with the spirits
Release the pain, it won't do you any good
Suck in the pollen and breathe with the raccoons
Don't hide from your own secrets

You're made of river driftwood
So pull in all your anchors
They're waiting for you downstream
They're waiting for you downstream

Did you know God is far from perfect?
There really isn't any such thing
Cause it's the work of the ugly
That highlights the beautiful
And in so doing the ugly is beautiful too

You're made of water vapor
You're solid as a cloud
But wind cannot be predicted
This change cannot be predicted

Underneath your skin, there's two feathered wings
But you'll never use them 'cause you're too scared
When you get used to such a limited reality
You've got no choice but to unlearn
Start again

You change like a volcano
Your body's just a moment
But your love will live forever
Your love will live forever
Your love will live forever

Your love will live forever
Your love will live forever

Your love will live forever
Your love will live forever

I hope you woke to fireworks
In the arms of a grass-deep wizard,
Cause I can't bear to think
That you are gone

Somewhere in my belly
My little boy is running
With unicorns and Elmo
In one of daddy's songs...

Good morning, Baby,
Why are you still sleeping?
You're a plastic boy on a plastic bed -
Why didn't they take me instead?

And I like to think you're sleeping
In a safe little bluebird's nest;
And I'll protect your memories
With the dragons in my chest

Good night, Baby,
Daddy's going crazy!
I'm choking on my sleeping pills,
and hanging from the window sill.

And I like to think you're dressed up
In the beads that Momma made.
And will you be there waiting
When they take my skin away?

And I'm awake for sleeping days
I'm awake for sleeping days

"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.