Just a little ditty about potential travels to Mars...
Lyric Video :
https://youtu.be/0QXekcjejeY?si=sz3qXMLLrZqDAnn5

Hope On A Starship

A Day

Some things belong underground, though they may emerge every now and then to feed in the night.

"The Busy Worms" is a sweet little bedtime story about things which wiggle and dance in the serious moonlight. So let's dance. But then it's time for bed.


LYRICS
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(What? Oh I guess I can tell you one little story. Ok, lay down...)

A wee little wiggle, deep underground
Turn of the shovel, see what we've found
Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

Now don't worry darling, don't catch a fright
The worms are just hungry, they feed in the night
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
Dance in the moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

The earth is no object, it's just passing through
They keep the soil healthy for me and for you
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
The serious moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Did you ever think when a hearse drives by
That you may be the next to die?
They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
That covers you from your head to your feet
They'll lower you down in a deep dark pit
And leave you alone to rot in it
The big black bug with the big red eyes
Crawls in your innards and out your sides
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They dance the watusi upon your snout
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

(Good night, sweet dreams. See you in the morning!)

The Busy Worms

THE FUNKINBLUES(elevatormusic)

Liquid Gas

بازگشت فیت آرش

It All Ties In 150 BPM

Hobo Skip

448. take on me (a ha).mp3

https://ffm.to/findwhatyoulove
https://findwhatyoulove.org/

verse 1:
lift the pieces i just dropped, i know its hard to find
so i sat down on the window sill cuz i started to lose my mind
i was pulling on the final thread but i cant leave yall behind
they helped me to learn to crawl but i just wasted their time
deserve the consequences of my actions that i made
and ill play it cool but ill break my bones to make you feel okay
wish that i was better at meaning the words i throw when i feel scared (youre so pathetic)
kept my tears inside a bottle, i dont think that you care

verse 2:
i didnt push yall away, js didnt believe in ur help
i wasnt mad at you, i was just mad at myself
every open hand just reminded me of guilt
so i bled on their arms just to prove how i felt
im doing better than my past year self 
but im pretty sure he was happier
and everything i wrote, its on the wall
and everything i wrote, its on the wall

outro:
fuck that guy i hope hes dead
i said i said i said i said
fuck that guy i hope hes dead

myself

Elephant 2

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