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___Lyrics______

Here we are now
so happy
we fall down
spinning around.

oh you got
so dizzy
and you couldn't see quite clearly.

But here we are now
so happy 
we fall down
spinning around.
Oh I got 
so dizzy
now I can’t see you clearly.

Oh no no..
Where'd you go.

Please
darling
don't pretend.
Please
darling
don't pretend.
No no don’t pretend.

It will only
hurt you
in the end.
It will only
hurt you
my dear sweet friend.

But Here we are now
so happy 
we fall down
spinning around.
Oh you got 
so dizzy
and couldn’t see quite clearly.

Oh no no..
Where'd you go.
(please reach for me)

Please
darling
don't pretend.
Please
darling
don't pretend.
oh no don’t pretend.

Before you walk out the door.
Take a look at me one more time.
I'm not a boy.
I'm not a boy.
I can take care of you.
I can take care of you.
I have been taking care of you.

Darling
don't pretend.
oh no don’t pretend.

Don't Pretend

Home on the range.
Oh, you got me to thinking.
I've given up the drinking.
A cool wind.
Blew me out with the breeze.
Out toward the...
Blue of the sea.
It's as deep as a mirror.
Captures up your fears.
In fissures.
And brings you back to...
Home on the range.
I'm a black hole just baulking.
At Professor Stephen Hawking.
You bought in.
No one discovered me!
I am just the...
Blue of the sea.
Oh, you got me to talking.
Long enough for longing to creep in.
Almost got to saying that...
You, are not me.
I was ready to back up.
Shortly pick my pack up.
A tautening.
Oh, I'm such a loser over you.

Home on the range.
Dealt me nothing but shoulders.
Cold looks from the boulders of ages.
Judged me by the wages.
You see!
Just can't beat the...
Blue of the sea.
Got me walking on eggshells.
Accused of writing Michelles.
To covet.
It must concern the...
Blue of the sea.
It's just the place where I'm sat at.
So lonely in the laundromat.
Top Hat.
Yeah, I'm just a loser for...
Home on the range.
Final act satisfaction.
An early thirst for action.
Some traction.
Has floated off on the breeze.
And now there's only me.


Home On The Range

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I made this in celebration of connection, of how it inspires us musically and in every way.  

This set represents the first of many kinds of sounds to come. We love our bass here in Denver, so I wanted to start by paying my respects to the greatest music destination & community on Earth.

Moon Bass

Lyrics

come closer you whispered
quietly in my ear
i'll tell you a truth i know you'll wanna hear
i find you so attractive
you're just so good for me
lie with me a bit
and then i'll set you free

ah making love to you
i find it to my taste
so come quicly to my side
and be careful in your haste
yeah making love to you
i find it to my taste
come quickly to my side
we've got no time to waste
we've got no time to waste

won't you find 
time for me
won't you find
time for me

when whispering was through
lay down by my side
the warmth of your breath
ah it's true you haven't lied
i find you so attractive
i really couldn't stop
lords and ladies please
oh let her go on top

won't you find
time for me
won't you find
time for me

ah making love to you
i find it to my taste
so come quickly to my side
and be careful in your haste
yeah making love to you
i find it to my taste
come quickly to my side
we've got no time to waste
we've got no time to waste

won't you find
time for me
won't you find
time for me
won't you find
time for me
won't you find
time for me

Time For Me

What's on My Mind

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

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