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Gom Jabbar’s Guide to the Galaxy

Collected for your convenience, these are the songs that are not meant to be taken seriously and literally. Except for when they are dead serious and quite literal, of course!

Hwy So Serious?

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Pure Piano/Jazz of Mine Plus Re-Ex 14

Too Many Strings (playlist)

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people
na-na-na-na

we got Christians and Muslims and Hindus
all agree that our essence is love
but then we lock our doors and shutter windows
knowing what all we're capable of

yeah we got Shakespeare, Voltaire and Sartre
they taught us what it is to be good
(everyone wants to be good)
yet we're scared when somebody darker
jogs around our neighborhood

now, we've come a long way
since some proteins made connection
(lo-lo-long way)
we've gotten real good
at not dying from infection

we're just not too good at being people 
na-na-na-not so good at people
most of us (people) make terrible people
and all the worst people
are people like us

na-na na-na-na na

silver lining in our situation
we're just failing our own QA process
got high hopes for the next generation
stuff their baggage with our secret sauces

and we know they mostly don't work
every saint was a consummate jerk
every prophet—betrayed by his own people
and every leader who slayed his own pe-op-le...

now! we've come a long way
since a strange fish left the ocean
we've gotten real good
at playing guitar with distortion

but we still suck at being people
na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na

the only evil I've seen lives in people...
just like me

People

https://youtu.be/OKai3vc2a0c
[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]

4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - IGNITION!

A final lap dance, one last drink
but baby don’t feel sorry for me.
'bout to ditch the thing
that makes your boobs swing,
back up the well to where the rocks roll free.

‘Cause I’m an asteroid miner (ooh-ooh!)
like my daddy and my paw-paw was.
And yeah, I wear manliner (ooh-ooh!)
just so you would know I’m not your earthworm cuz.

I’m an asteroid miner. (miner, miner, wooh-ooh!)
I’m an as-te-ro-oid mi-i-i-i-iner (ooh)

[break]

Yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah!
You're part of my therapy (ye-eah!)

Out in the Belt I’m closer to God
and I thank Him for pressurizing my pod.
I shoot from the hip and trust my gut
and gut anyone that tries to steal my cut!

‘Cause I’m an asteroid miner (wooh-ooh!)
born on a hull where we drink our piss.
But I wear designer (oh-ooh-ooh!)
just to let you know I’m not your broke-ass sis.

As-teroid mi-ne-er—mine that asteroid... (owww!)

I know who to sell to, who to bribe, and who to rob.
No Martian robot’s gonna steal my job.
Got a powerful lobby in the Solar Alliance.
We say, give us better ships
but fuck your science! (yeah, fuck your science!)

And I’m not gay, not even bi-curious.
When I sleep with other men it’s because I’m “Mercurious”
It’s okay to want a penis—
just pray it away when you slingshot from Venus.

Asteroid miner—pillar of the Solar economy
Asteroid miner—never a pillar of salt for sodomy (that was never me!)
Asteroid miner—never covet my pilot's wife
Asteroid miner—but my pilot’s torso makes me feel alive...

[instrumental break]

Lap dance over but don’t worry about me—
I’m headed to a place where everything hangs free.
It’s pretty cool if you like huge diamonds.
I’ll introduce you to my best friend Simon...

Ooh, Simon! He’s my favorite asteroid miner.

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Asteroid Miner

it's alright / you'll feel better
it's alright / it's a feel-better song

it’s gonna be alright if you let it go
and alright if you give it all you’ve got
it’s gonna be alright if you let it be
and alright whether you let it or not

it’s gonna be alright if you just hang on
alright if you follow your dreams or you heart
it’s alright to feel good from this feel good song
whether you sing along with every cliché or not

you're gonna be alright...

hey, you!
don’t feel blue when life’s got you by the throat
why down when you can up?
with a feel good song that I wrote just for you
and oh hey, hey look
I’m even gonna throw in a soothing hook
when your workdays are bleak
and the world is at war
the only way out is to woh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oh

yeah, it’s alright if you can’t catch a break
it’s alright because you can always eat cake
and it’s alright to let it all out (mama, mama, it's alright!)
there’s a place for every grievance⁠—it’s called The Cloud

I mean it’s alright baby and it’s alright chile
most of your likes and dislikes are on file
we’ll never stream anything you haven’t requested
it’s alright and when you sing along, you’ll manifest it

it's gonna be alright even when it's wrong...

hey, you!
when you’re feeling down and out, or just royally screwed
we have the perfect mix for you
and a chorus with a clear-ringing platitude
you’ll be sharing how this made you feel better
and in a decade how it changed your life
just remember we did it together—
you told us to tell you it’s gonna be alright

here's a pleasant mini-break
before the final refrain
for you, for you...
for you!

[chorus: repeated]

it’s alright to feel alright when the vibes hit home
if you pay us we'll keep singing how nothing is wrong

yes, it’s gonna be alright if you pick yourself up
and totally fine if you let everyone down
alright if you keep on and don’t give up (mama, mama, it's alright)
and even more than alright if they jerk you around

it’s gonna be alright when one thing sucks you dry
there’s always another that somehow draws more blood
and always another band banging it’s alright
when all of the evidence suggests not

but it's alright cause you'll be fine!
(not)

Alright! (Not)

oom-ba-pa / chi-tat-ah
oom-ba-pa / chi-tat-ah

any given tree is more important
than all the songs we've ever sung about love
and any given rock is destined to travel further
than all the words and all the names we've ever known of

la-la lai-la
la-la lai-la la

it's so easy to waltz around with big thoughts in our head
like what if this is all just a dream
and why not color the world in the way I feel
when so often I feel like the only thing that's real?
except...

any given tree is more important
than all the novels we've ever written about love
and every little pebble is destined to travel further
than any idea we've had the faintest of

oom-ba-pa / chi-tat-ah
oom-ba-pa / chi-tat-ah
la-la-lai-la
oom / ah

it's so magical to sing about blackbirds and nightingales
until all we can hear is ourselves
see our face on the moon and our toes in the garden
years in the tree rings and dates in the carbon
but then we all know...

any given tree is more important
than all the poems we have written about love
and any grain of sand is destined to travel further
than all the sweet melodies we know of

la-la la-la-la-la
la-la la-la-la-la

Any Given Tree

I love the smell of bread
the way that dandelions ride the wind
and sitting barefoot on a rock
as the sea lashes out to draw me in

I love the sound of rain
descending like a veil across the lake
the staredown from a crow
the chisel marks of revenant mistakes

and these are not all the things that I love

there’s the play of shade and light 
when a shiny car slinks down a row of trees
there’s the first sip from the coffee cup
and all the conversations had by strings and keys

the mossy darkness of the cellar stairs
just close your eyes
and every monster will smell of wine and cheese
fermenting plums and pears
those village skies
painting a stampede of galaxies

I love a bridge of stone
its arches getting stronger as we pass 
two lightnings crossing paths
running fingers through damp disheveled grass

I love a narrow street
with balconies parading many lives
slow Sunday afternoons
the chugging of a train when it arrives

and these are not all the things that I love

there’s the pepper and the salt
raining down on a steaming bowl of stew
birdsong threatening the morning calm
ships shimmering far off into the blue

the distant clamor of a busy square
just close your eyes
and every plan will seem made of matchstick hopes
with scotch-taped prayer
you hold your own hand
and even that’s not guaranteed

I love a mighty, fallen tree
that’s generously rotting in the shade
discolored postcards from long ago
rough carpets with edges that are frayed

and these are not all the things that I love
no, these are not all the things that I love
not all the things
not all the things

Not All The Things

if you’re one of those people
who go crazy over Christmas
tell me do you know 
what Christmas is even about?
why don't I tell you what Christmas is about
it’s gonna get a little bit choppy
so grab on to me...

some folks decorate an evergreen tree
none can agree
on what the trees symbolize
some say renewal
others say eternal life
or could be just the way 
we shake down nature for a prize

it’s either Jesus or it’s pagan

some people sing carols 
about reindeer in the snow
to celebrate a certain Middle Eastern birth
and some sing “I don’t want
a lot for Christmas”
as they max out their credit card

it’s either St. Nick or Coca-Cola

so let’s gather round family and friends
then look at others for what triggers or offends
that’s because what Christmas is all about
is telling others what their Christmas
should be about

me tell you all about Christmas
(he'll tell you all about Christmas)

many hate their own tradition’s Xmas
let alone vestiges of Roman Saturnalia
for some goody-two-shoes it is a chance to flex—
must rally hard for all demonic practices to go belly up
 
you know the Yule log’s probably Satan

Western kids write to Santa
and ask for massive presents
the same guy who used to beat up
naughty children with a stick
(he could really jingle bells, jingle bells)
he owns a factory up North now
and skims from his elves’ wages
I guess a useful lesson—it pays to be a dick

does he ever make it down to Angola?

gather round, my dear family and friends
let’s look at the neighbors for what triggers and offends
we know too well what Christmas is about
It’s about judging others and calling the heathens out!

All About Christmas

Une ronde latin-electro-pop en canon pour guitares. 
composée, interprétée, enregistrée au Studio d’Azy
par Alban jacques Bouquette
A Latin electro-pop round in canon for guitars.

Gypsy round

Lunar Tide

This song was composed in memory of my little girl, who passed away a year ago. It's a tribute filled with love and nostalgia, a musical offering that seeks to embrace her memory. The melody is built on soft melodic pianos and enveloping guitars, accompanied by harmonious synthesizers that create an ethereal atmosphere. The sounds of the sea and the songs of sirens emerge like echoes of the soul, representing a bridge between this world and hers. Each note is a caress, each chord a tear turned into light. It's a farewell that refuses to relent, a whisper to heaven that says, "You'll always be with me."
Song Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7v-S7oHq6I

Fly Angel Chloe

Sunshine Bandit .

Iris - Fleursonseaux
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Iris

Para escuchar el boceto más elaborado  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/cancion-para-alejandro
Para escuchar el boceto original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-1

Canción para Alejandro

Como el sol fuiste un suave amanecer
y el reloj se paró para verte nacer:
en tus ojos no cabía más amor.

La niñez te forjó como explorador
y el viajar te enseñó a mirar sin rencor:
no consiste en vencer sino en cómo convencer.

Estribillo

Vas creciendo y tu valía
la refrendas más cada día
pues el corazón te dicta el buen hacer.

Puedo ver también en tu alma
que el chaval con el que jugaba
 se quedó y nunca dejará de ser.

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Cada vez siento más en tu forma de ser
el afán por saber y por la honradez:
¡los pilares que más falta hacen  hoy!

La niñez te forjó como explorador
y el viajar te enseñó a mirar sin rencor:
no consiste en vencer sino en cómo convencer.

Estribillo

No consiste en vencer sino en cómo convencer.
No consiste en vencer sino en cómo convencer.

Song for Alejandro

Like the sun, you were a gentle dawn,
and time stood still to witness your birth:
your eyes held no more love.

Childhood shaped you as an explorer,
and travel taught you to see without resentment:
it's not about winning, but about how to convince.

Chorus

You keep growing, and your worth
is reaffirmed more each day,
for your heart dictates what is right.

I can also see in your soul
that the boy I used to play with
remained and will never cease to be.

----------------------------

More and more, I feel in your character
the thirst for knowledge and for honesty:
the pillars most needed today!

Childhood shaped you as an explorer,
and travel taught you to see without resentment:
it's not about winning, but about how to convince.

Chorus

It's not about winning, but about how to convince.

It's not about winning, but about how to convince.

Canción para Alejandro

Awareness. Świadomość.

The Tunnel

A cinematic jazz-hip-hop-pop fusion that bridges eras — the soul of the blues, the poetry of hip-hop, and the power of pop.
Rich live instrumentation meets modern production: soulful guitar bends, brass harmonies, upright bass fused with 808s, and a 40-bar lyrical firestorm that speaks truth, struggle, and redemption.

This is more than a song — it’s a story told through every note and breath.
Close your eyes and let the river carry you.

River of My Blues

Sunday Chill

I was inspired by the Woman of Valour acrostic poem in Proverbs 31, but I have changed the words considerably, to make it more about an indigenous shamanic tribal woman. Plus I mixed in some shamanic drumming and also a field recording of a woman chanting at a fire ceremony.

Woman of Fire

Groove Patrol

be_someone

https://youtu.be/b6Dd7AB3ixw

don't wanna be a fatalist
don't want even to be singing this
but if you find me 
cold and bloody
put just one suspect
on your list

she wanna
the Sun and the stars
she scoff when I
just brought her Mars
old boyfriend—
he had a yacht 
but she married an idiot!

jah mom izza wrangler
jah mom izza juggler
jah mom izza force of nature
none can reach her
not even I

jah mom izza magician
jah mom izza tactician
jah mom is my big adventure
none can quench her
least of all I

not even I
least of all I

don't wanna do another chore
but don't wanna 
eat through a straw
she ask and she shall receive
I'll make believe
that I’m still hardcore

your mom is a hustler
not single just singular
your mom's my "follow the leader"
none can read her
not even I

oh yeah, she's a helicopter
oh yeah, she's my private doctor
jah mom’s like a sea but deeper
a cliff but steeper—
sing mashallah!

my friends they shake they head
much too sorry for me they said
they don't know how good it feels 
to get those thrills inside a bed

shut the door
shut your ears
you don’t want to overhear us!

jah mom izza eight feet tall
jah mom is my wonderwall
jah mom’s like perfume but sweeter
you can’t deplete her—
she take care of all

you’re too young to understand
sometimes sand is a spice
spice is a reason
and words are sand

jah mom is the Tiger Queen
don't ask me to explain...
and don't tell her 
what I’ve been singing
or you may not see me
‘round here again!

Jah Mom Izza

feed the grind every day tiny bit of my spirit
the one they said was free to soar
back bent and my feet are sore 
I can sing it with the courage to hear it

no charge to enjoy the sun
no point lock yourself to land
make a wave with your mind not the hand
now take a break in your mind all done

then I then I then I did nothing for a while
then I traded a whisper for a smile
saw a movie where the sea met the sand
gave this song to the concession man 

chasing after the agreed upon dream it
made me so easy to sell to
paid ‘em credit on a future that fell through
now I’m trapped in the plaster and cement

still no charge to enjoy the sun
still no point in tie yourself to land 
make a wave with your mind not the hand  
now take the dream that your mind got done

then I then I then I did nothing for a while
and then I then I got an "oh, yeah!" for my style
read a book where the sky meets the sand
shared a joke with the concession man

oh yeah
had a word with the concession man
oh yeah
had a word with the concession man

put a message in a bottle on the surf it
said I gave my all in the dark
with a melody that carry a spark
this life, I’m still trying to deserve it

and no charge to enjoy the sun
and no point holding on to land
cut a path with your mind not the hand
now take the path that your mind got done
 
then I then I then I rested for a long while  
then I traded all my trophies for this isle
got a text from where the waves rub the sand
it was a message from the concession man:

he said, don’t look for me tomorrow
I’ve moved on and so should you
everything we’ve got is all borrowed
I've paid all my debts with some ocean blue

no charge to enjoy the sun
no point lock yourself to land
then I then I then I did 
nothing for a while

got all my riches from the concession man  
I have become the concession man

Concession Man

Now hear this:
Gom Jabbar steppin' upon the dancefloor.
Fire!
Zoom. Bah! Zoom. Bah!
Uh-huh
Fire!

You look mighty fine
I want you by my side
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care!

You dance mighty fine
I want you in my life
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care, do you?

Fire.
Zoom-Bada-Naina
You like it? I like it.

You look mighty fine
I want you for my wife
I know it doesn't rhyme
but I don't really care.

You sing mighty fine
I want you in my life
I know it doesn't rhyme
But I don't really care, do you?

What do you mean I'm just a friend?
You'd set your friend on fire?!?

Zoom-Bada-Naina (Can't you feel it?)
Zoom-Bada-Naina (You're settin' me on fire!)

Fire - Fire
ai - ai - ai

You look mighty fine
I wanna make you mine
I know it finally rhymes
but I don't really care!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

All cause you look mighty fine.

Mighty Fine

PA: "Aliens from galaxies near and far,
welcome to Earth's Visitor Center.
We have the fluffiest clouds
and some of the cowiest cows in the quadrant.
Please watch this brief orientation video
to help you enjoy your stay."

Welcome to our humble world.
We may not be the brightest but we're the most spiritual!
Yeah, we're cruisin' in the Goldilocks.
We wrote the book on dashing infants 'gainst rocks.

We've had not one World War but two.
Then we make scary movies about what you *might* do
even though we're the craziest
in a 100-parsec radius.

Genocide is not just a concept—
it's something we've practiced plenty of times.
If you come on vacation
you better be rich or Caucasian white.
(These are the kinds of alien we like.)

Aliens, keep your distance!
You know we don't like visitors
who don't speak English—now that's just odd—
cause we're the greatest planet like you would not believe!

Aliens, keep your distance.
You know we don't tolerate visitors
who love their math more than our God
who made this planet just for our needs!

Not yours, it's not yours,
it's ours, it's not yours.

That tiny top of the food chain—that's us.
Bet your tentacles taste good with soy sauce!
When it comes to a-shootin', we don't need a reason.
You should see what we did once to a pigeon.

Yeah, we're proud to be the shadiest.
Burned to a crisp the most scientists,
sent to hell the most atheists,
deviants, non-conformists, activists.

When it comes to global pollution,
we've outdone ourselves.
We like to misunderstand evolution
as f*** everyone and everything else.
Yeah, f*** everyone in this Universe.

It's not yours, it's ours!

Aliens, keep your distance.
You know we don't take prisoners.
And when we do, we torture them
'cause we're the greatest planet
that's ever formed from dust.

Aliens better keep your distance.
No, thanks, we don't need your assistance.
You steal our jobs, we'll deport your ass.
We built this planet just for those who look like us!

Not yours, it's not yours.
It's ours, it's not yours.

Aliens, better keep that distance.
Oh, we know you don't celebrate Christmas
But don't worry, when we come to visit
we'll drop some books together with our bombs...

Aliens, Keep Your Distance!

Spotify: https://spoti.fi/36n3WV0

Open up dem window to the soul
Lose your mind till you lose control
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigmarole

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
now brace yourself for the microphone fiend

Open up dem!
Op-

Open up dem window to the soul
Lose your mind till you lose control
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigmarole

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
now shake a leg for the mic
for the microphone fiend

Open up dem!
Op-

I got the diggy-bom beats
diggy-bom-bom beats
beats

Roll the drums in a sweet ragga ball
change the rhythm 
change the game 
change your soul
Is that a badda-bing-bang in your flow?
Blows your mind drastically
if at all

Take the mashup to the place unheard of
Zing a zong zing a zong zinger word-a
Make them radicals scream bloody murder
Every particle vibratin' with the word up

Open up!

I got the diggy-bom

Open up dem window to the soul (open up)
Lose your mind till you lose control (open up)
I got them diggy-bom beats from a haul
so save that flavor for the rigma-role

Take the mashup to the place unseen
magazine load a mega-magazine
butter bass make it fat make it lean
brace yourself for the microph-
the microphone murder!

Open up dem!
(the mashup to the place unseen)
(magazine load the mega mega murder)
(butter bass butter bass)
Open up dem!
Op-
Open up!

Open Up Dem

https://youtu.be/Or0RhzdSFEU
https://open.spotify.com/track/14VrC77MTwSnoFAnjEotPM

good morning boys and girls
I'm subbin' for Madame Delouse
here to teach you some basics
beyond tying your shoes

when you hang around grownups 
they'll pretend to have a clue
but just like you they know only
one way to tie a shoe

look around you and you'll get it:  
coup d'états, coup de grâce
there's just chaos, we all dread it
ooh là là, ooh là là
     
there's only one thing to learn
is how to steer your own ship 
let 'em teach you how  
then kick 'em in the shins and skip!

history is when 
a lotta nasty stuff happened
you'll need to hold onto mommy's hand
just to make it thru the blurb

and the future is where we pretend we have learned
but every nasty thing is gonna happen again 
and if we're lucky almost every nasty thing
is gonna happen again, and again

nevermind me, I'm just bitter
on this state of affairs
been on hold for a decade
to reach a soul that cares

in the meantime this planet 
got crazier still
when the principal fires me
just remember I was real

look around you and you'll get it:  
je n'sais pas! je n'sais quoi!
just death in where we're headed
ooh là là! ooh là là!

only one thing to learn—
how to work your own ship
let 'em show you how  
then give them the flip!

history is when 
a lotta nasty stuff happened
you'll need to hold onto mommy's hand
just to make it thru the blurb

the future is where we pretend we have learned
but every nasty thing is bound to happen again 
and if we're lucky almost every nasty thing
is gonna happen again and again

and again

History Lesson

up up up up up and away
Gom Jabbar come to light up your day
(dark rhymer)
I'm gonna be ya
best frenemy ya
can't afford to fail the test today
(shift-the-paradigm-er)

up up up up and away we go
Gom Jabbar come to light up your soul
(dark rhymer)
you're gonna hear a
spiritual mirror
making you befriend your fear 
make your path clearer
(gonna slice the beat everywhich way)
(1-2 1-2 1-2)

some try to hit it 
only one time for the record now
I'm always staring down
the big dark forever now
and any second now 
gonna pull the lever now
with the dam burst 
in the first verse 
the mainstay is my Mecca now

no fake allowed each take is how 
I knock it out it's painful 
like a root canal 
yet strangely entertainful
that's cause I'm taking you back
to when the rhymes were exact
and words had stresses
and intelligence impresses

it always does, cuz
it always can, fam
fill up your cup
then learn to distill in your own still
when you can hold your mind still
you'll see the minefield 
it's a divine shield
but its kernel is pure science

as for the buy-ins 
I'm not your leader
I'm your proctor 
I'll intercede if I see a bleeder
but I'm not a doctor
and if you can't handle the truth 
you'll be the truth's handle
cause cold reality's
inescapable like a vandal

lil' baby rappers—they shall pass
emo poppers—they too shall pass
trap hihatters—they too shall pass
true music is eternal 
it flows slowly, like glass
hey!

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out 
something undecipherably absurd
(I only sing into the deep dark forever now)
hey!

ye-ah-m
I only speak into the deep dark forev_
 
whoever said you only need one style
well I got many
and just like a bad penny
I turned up to tease the milleni-
-als I waltz, fill my hulls 
with glee and wild abandon
you think this shit is what
you still think that this shit is random?
(huh!)

well o-kay let me do it agai-
-n then I switch it up under your ga-
-ze and I promise this time I will ho-
-ld it till you get you do-
-pamine flow I mean glow 
like a scene in a mo-
-vie (some like it hot some like it gro-
-ovy)

lil' baby rappers—they shall pass
emo poppers—they too shall pass
mad hihatters—they too shall pass
true music is eternal 
it flows slowly, like glass
hey!

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out 
something undecipherably absurd
(I only sing into the deep dark forever now)
hey!

never do it for the money or the fame and all...
I only speak into the deep dark forever now

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out...

I only sing into the deep dark forever now.

How Many Baby Rappers

Lyrics Video: https://youtu.be/HNdnTTtcBeA

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

you will break out
of the house where the people and toys
and even the walls know your name

you will stake out
a new claim on an old and abandoned mine
all collapsed and decayed

then you’ll wait for your plot to start twisting
plant seeds in the rot
trust your system

but a movie is not how we roll
we just hang from the cliff,
never get back control

this world is so much smaller
than the movies would have you believe
and love—so much more of a mess
than the movies would have you believe

your talents—
they're worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll need to grow much taller
than the movies would have you believe

there’s no payoff—
what you think you deserve will be gone in a blink
with the surf in an ocean of rain

you can’t stay off—
there’s no armor or charm or a prayer
or a spell that can spare you the pain

no plot when the years start twisting 
and seeds grown in the rot
look to you for some wisdom

when you take on the voice of the pilot
will you color their skies in blue or in violet?

this world is so much smaller
than you think
so much more fragile
and a lot more insane

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

this world
has more superpower
than the movies would have you believe

and love—
so much more of a test
than the movies would have you believe

dreams—
worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll taste a lot more that is sour 
and even more that is sweeter
than any old movie would have you believe

The Movies

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