I had a dream about you last night
But I woke up to find there was no-one in sight
And I said, whatcha doing in my head?
And I said, whatcha doing in my head?

And then I saw you a second time
But your baby tooth, it looked just like mine
I don't know why you always held it up so high
No, I don't know why you always held it up so high

First time I saw those crooked eyes, I didn't need a sign, I didn't need a
First time I saw those crooked eyes
Now I'm living in someone else's time, someone else's time, someone else's
Now I'm living in someone else's time

Isonone

"Names of Things and What They Do" available for download here:

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i met a girl with dayglo hair 
orange you glad that she was my fare 
rods and cones, it hurts to stare 
fluorescing in the neon glare 

between the wind and the rain 
between the earth and the flames 
it will not be the same 
i will not be the same 

someday i'm going to make her mine 
a paragon of paradigm 
i've loved her since the time she toddled 
only an hour self-unbottled 

i met a girl with skin of blue 
men don't cry but i was moved 
before she died she told me what to do 
but who will protect who? 

someday i'm going to make her mine 
a paragon of paradigm 
i'll be the spleen, she'll be the spline 
i'll get to say the final line 

i'm not here to make your scene 
(leeloo, leeloo, leeloo, leeloo) 
yeah, it's green, man. super green. 
(leeloo, leeloo, leeloo, leeloo) 
what was it you said to me? 
(yippie ki yay, Mr. Falcon) 
now i have a machine gun 
ho ho ho

08 Gentle Brontosaurus - Bruce Willis

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Shoegaze noise 
Drowns the sound 
Reading light haloes saints 
Window shades down 
Little bottles 
Chase your sorrow 
Drinking westwards 
Into tomorrow 

Can't catch me, you can't catch me 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me 
Outside countries, outside time 

Reading Skymall 
Reading Hemispheres 
Watching stewardesses 
Thin as atmosphere 
Ginger ale 
Tastes like flying 
This descent 
Feels like dying 

Can't catch me, you can't catch me (Everything's so cold in the outer air) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (Looking down on clouds like a blanket) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (And the land is so empty everywhere) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (Chase the sun but you won't catch it) 
Outside countries, outside time 

Anthill houses 
Growing taller 
Like a dinosaur sponge 
Or maybe I'm growing smaller 
Closing up 
Like a telescope 
Shrinking down 
Till I become a photo 

Can't catch me, you can't catch me (I'm scared of takeoffs and of landings) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (I'm scared of continuing and scared of endings) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (Metal capsule speeding like seven-league boots) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (Let the wind pull up my coward roots) 
Outside countries, outside time 

Can't catch me, you can't catch me (Feeling footloose and duty-free) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (With the stars up above and the cities down below me) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (Shining out in the dark) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (And this plane's shining too like a traveling star) 
Outside countries, outside time 

Can't catch me, you can't catch me (There's always something that you're running from) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (There's always something to leave behind) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (If you don't have something you're running from) 
Can't catch me, you can't catch me (You're probably just not trying, darling) 
Outside countries, outside time

03 Gentle Brontosaurus - Snacks On A Plane

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
I had never heard it 
Until it came up on shuffle 
I sat transfixed at the speaker 
It might not be a brilliant song 
but it perfectly fit 
The mood I was in... 
track1.mp3 

I only knew you by the sound of your voice 
There were no tags on the file 
I scoured the Internet for mentions of anything that could have been a title 
And found a post on a forum for fans of another band 
Who were looking for something similar to listen to 
And you offered up a home-recorded demo and nothing else... track1.mp3 

By the time I was hooked on your song, you were long dead 
A tragic accident in the warehouse where you had lived 
But a relative still had video of your very first show 
So I finally got to see you perform, 
It was such a mess 
A work in progress... 
track1.mp3 

Now I put you on all my playlists and my mixtapes 
But I'm no tastemaker, I've got my own product to push 
But you'll live on in a file on a flash drive 
Or a Russian pirate site 
Until the DMCA 
Makes them take it down 
They'll never find you 
Up there in the cloud... 
track1.mp3

Bees of the Invisible

track1.mp3

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
A shot rings out 
From the starting gun 
And you're off like an arrow 
Run, rabbit, run 
And you don't touch the ground 
Fly straight as an bullet, 
Truer than anyone 

Discipline, proportion 
Luminous distinctions 
You're as lean and holy 
As a shining St. Sebastian 
While I'm coming apart at the seams 
Sketched lines, 
A map you drew from memory 
And I'm scratching my name out of books 
Drinking down the ocean, 
Cutting my legs in the dark 


Over the hurdles, 
Down the curving track 
Greyhound, thoroughbred, 
You're never coming back 
Peel off this town 
Like a shedding snake 
Rocket to the heavens, white rat shot into outer space 

Over the hurdles, 
Down the curving track 
Greyhound, thoroughbred, 
You're never coming back 
Peel off this town like a shedding snake 
Rocket to the heavens, white rat shot into outer space 

You'll get away from here 
Shoot the moon 
For both of us, my dear 

Kick, kick it off now 
Let it drown 
I'll be waiting for you forever 
A rabbit-proof fence in this dirty old town

A Shot

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
When you heard the knout in the town square 
It must have brought you back 
To your mother's second husband 
And you saw yourself on the flailing end 

And you would burn your fish with your Proust 
And no more cut noodles than human skin 
But you were never well behaved 
Enough for gymnasium 

The corset shop was nothing but a job 
Until your fateful day at the Sach's Cafe 
Rather than build a bomb, you got turned down at the bar 
Now you're the one holding the whip 
Striking one of your own, but still better than most 

And you would take your work with your bread 
And throw water back at the detective 
You read your way through a year at Blackwell 
But you were never well behaved 
Enough for gymnasium 

After the trial you returned to Mother Earth 
And found a doctor cut from the tenderloin 
You boarded the Buford and sailed for disillusionment 
Only returning for a mismarked grave in Forest Park 

It's been a hundred years today, and a hundred dollars you refused to pay 
For your clinic in New York, they still try to undo all your work 
But you were never well behaved...

For Emma

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
Summer night, sticky hot and molten 
Setting sun filling me with golden light 
Sets the trees on fire 

Shield your eyes 
The world's on fire 

Palm trees, the California coastline 
Freeways stretching on for miles and miles 
Headlights like fireflies 

Shield your eyes 
The world's on fire 

We pretended that we were movie stars 
With my headscarf and a pair of shades 
Took off my heels to run by the water's edge 
The cold Pacific washing all my doubts away 
Away 
Away 

Here we go, the story of nothing 
You decided I wasn't worth loving anymore 
But once, I was adored 

Venice Beach, the scene of a murder 
If not that, the scene of some other crime 
Like wasting my time 

Shield your eyes 
The world's on fire 

And if we'd been lovers on the movie screen 
I would have found the magic words to make you stay 
Held you while the rubble rained around our heads 
And kissed you while the world burned away 
Away 
Away 

In my bed, I lie still and think about 
Where you are, and if I just concentrate 
I can feel you in space 

Palm trees filter the moonlight 
I know that there's someone in your arms tonight 
The world's on fire 
The world's on fire 
The world's on fire

The World's On Fire

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
Finally I have arrived 
This is my ultimate form 
I've never been so alive 
I've never been so adorned 
All that I was before 
Is someone I no longer am 
The history I can't hide 
I would deny on the stand 

I know no other name than the last word on my lips 

I've cleared my cookies and eaten my chrysalis 
I've discarded my textbooks and kept all my wisdom teeth 
I know no other name than the last word on my lips 
Is that strange? That might be it 
Is that strange? 
Is that strange? 

My predecessor was a hack 
But you can trust in the new regime 
Forged by fire, the likes of which you've never seen 

What I do now is part of my identity 
Better take me as I am 
Not as I was yesterday 

I've cleared my cookies and eaten my chrysalis 
I've discarded my textbooks and kept all my wisdom teeth 
I know no other name than the last word on my lips 
Is that strange? That might be it 

I won't live longer than a mayfly 
Let my next incarnation be the magpie 
I won't chase the shine of the sun, I won't chase 
My planned obsolescence is coming to get me soon 

What I do now is part of my identity 
Better take me as I am 
Not as I was yesterday

My Ultimate Form

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
All the little black circles 
Of mold on the bathroom door 
And all the straight black lines 
Of grime in the grout on the floor 
I don't mind anymore 
I don't care if my house is clean 
Pizza boxes by the front door 
It is what it is, so it seems 
Yeah 

Wish I were stranded on a desert island 
Eating coconuts by the score 
Or in a yurt on the wild tundra 
Like Bon Iver, only even more so 
Even more so 
Even more so 
It's better to be alone 
Yeah 

So that's what you get 
When you're a martyr to the Craigslist cause 
Take it easy, baby 
You're taking this all too serious 
Saints wouldn't care 
About the slime in the crisper drawer 
Joan of Arc was an athlete 
With feet that burned like fire 
Yeah 

Wish I were stranded on a desert island 
Eating coconuts by the score 
Or in a yurt on the wild tundra 
Like Bon Iver, only even more so 
Even more so 
Even more so 
It's better to be alone 
Yeah 

All the little black circles 
Of mold on the bathroom door 
And all the straight black lines 
Of grime in the grout on the floor

Wicker Park

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
A call to my cellphone 
You need my help again 
There's shouting in the background 
Whatever the situation is 
We'll sort it out 

Your other friends may roll their eyes 
But I'll pull the van around 
I'll pull the van around 
It's 3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down 

I had pointless hopes 
When we were in high school 
You left your parents' house 
When I helped you move out, 
I thought, "now here's my chance"-- 
I fooled myself, it's not your fault 
I deserved less than all I got 
A gracious, patient friend 
Six months later you were on the move again 

Your other friends may roll their eyes 
But I'll pull the van around 
I'll pull the van around 
It's 3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down 

What's wrong with your roommates? 
You didn't answer the question 
Because I had the wrong premise to start with 
I went away and learned the cliche you were 
College break and six months almost to the day 
Your landlord kicks you out 
She's a bit of a psycho, you say 
I'll take your word for it 

Your other friends may roll their eyes 
But I'll pull the van around 
I'll pull the van around 
It's 3 AM and we're strapping a mattress down

Pull the Van Around

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
I had a speaking role in the extended cut of a snuff film 
Of a hack community actor dying of cancer anyway 
It was all humane and legal in certain states 
I appeared on screen to read his living will and estate 
The cast and crew packed up and flew to Cannes for the debut 
They were lost en route, never heard from again 

I alone am the eighth degree of Kevin Bacon 
His office won't stop calling, offering million-dollar roles 
I could have taken 
But I declined 
Because it would make me less than the eighth degree of Kevin Bacon 

My client was a seven, his sole connection a six 
A snowboarder trying to make it pro, willing to take a risk 
She dropped from the helicopter down to the powder below 
After the avalanche all they found was her cameraphone 
The footage got a posthumous release 
With an intro by an uncle now deceased 

My first link couldn't hurt me, and my second's behind bars 
My third quit cold turkey, but my fourth was still getting parts 
She had an audition with Zero but got sick the night before 
They kept trying to reschedule, I thought he'd let it go 
They say arsenic never leaves a trace 
But I got caught with egg on my face 
Now in prison 
It's a dubious distinction 
But it's still pretty rare to be the sixth degree of Kevin Bacon 

Now the Oracle has spoken, and her prophecy is grim 
The hub has seven acolytes, each eight degrees from him 
You can't unmake a link, but you can lower their score 
So an agent with my skills would be worth a mil or more 
Wouldn't you say, 
Kevin Bacon?

The 8th Degree of Kevin Bacon

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
You've got shampoo in your hair 
And you show up to work with a smirk 
You don't care that you're besmirching your cause 
Worse than that yesterday's shirt 

I don't fault your actions 
It's your attitude I take issue with 
You're blazing a pattern 
It's not an isolated incident 
Maybe you'll find someone to be the butt of your jokes 
But you can't expect it from everyone 

You've got toothpaste on your pants 
A sure sign you brushed behind the wheel 
When you made your escape, how much shame did you feel? 
This one-night stand isn't an office first 

I don't fault your actions 
It's your attitude I take issue with 
You're blazing a pattern 
It's not an isolated incident 
Maybe you'll find someone to be the butt of your jokes 
But you can't expect it from everyone 

We used to have booze at all the office parties 
But then you would get drunk and pretend to lose your inhibitions 
I think you take pleasure in gaining an advantage 
In taking advantage 
In making advances 

I don't fault your actions 
It's your attitude I take issue with 
You're blazing a pattern 
It's not an isolated incident 
Maybe you'll find someone to be the butt of your jokes 
But you can't expect it from everyone

Jerkface

From "Bees of the Invisible", Gentle Brontosaurus' second album
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Engineered and mixed by Cal Lamore 
Mastered by Carl Saff

Lyrics:
I saw you on that TV show 
And you looked into my eyes 
I saw you wore that red jacket 
The one you know I like 

And on the wall by the bus stop 
I found a message with my name 
Well, I know you're out there 
And I'll wait 

And on your latest album 
All the words on track six 
Converted into numbers 
Form the number of the house where I live 

In the basement of the thrift shop 
I found a letter with my name 
Well, I know you're out there 
And I'll wait 

And I was the only one 
Chosen to save you 
Did you see it written in the clouds? 
I need you too 

I saw you in that magazine 
Morse code kerning spelled out my name 
I understood what you meant there 
We are the same 
We are the same 

In the leaves in the gutter 
I found a golden dove with my name 
Well, I know you're coming 
And I'll wait 

Well, I was the only one 
Chosen to save you 
Did you see it written in the clouds? 
I need you too 

I'll wait 
I'll wait 
I'll wait 
I'll wait

gentle brontosaurus

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