Some songs for spring. Had these properly mixed and mastered, essentially, for Spotify. In the vain hope that perhaps the algorithm gods will take pity on me. In manufacturing, a red rabbit is a deliberate mistake inserted into a system to find its faults. According to the interweb, red rabbits can also symbolise "confidence, empowerment, and one's own personal transformation." Either or. 

Pretty Green, Springtime, Monkeys, Rabbits [Red Rabbits Version], Monkey Puzzle, We Tried and Daughter of Humanity: Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway. Many Thanks!
Check out his page here.
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Count To Three: Mixed and Mastered by Mariosyjp. Also, many thanks!
Check out his page here.
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Red Rabbits

Oh, little darling, you're a spire.
Floating on wires, up high.
No getting tired.
Oh, you're still buzzing like a queen.
Like a soda stream. 
Like a losing team.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what an awful state, as my meaning takes.
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.

Oh, little darling, you're a liar.
A soul on fire.
Crossed somewhere below the pyre.
You hid your secrets in the mire.
A slight of hand removes the choir. 
From the outliers.

Oh, little darling, how's your lows? 
A trip below.
To seek what we all know.
A month at least until you fly.
Soaring up high.
Goodbye to all goodbye.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what a bloody state.
Aw! the message grates?
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ending the dream.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what an awful state, as my meaning takes.
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.

Mixed and Mastered by Mariosyjp, many thanks! here's his link for anyone wanting to check him out.

https://soundcloud.com/mariosyjp

Count To Three [Mariosyjp Mix]

In a dark, dark place, in a dark, dark wood.
You found your hiding place?
Because I think you should.
It's obscene.
You're out there looking pretty green.

You stand upon the hill, above the darkest town.
You like to waste your time.
You all just hang around.
Remaining seen.
It's no surprise, you're pretty green.

I can see your faults.
Can you see my needs?
Through the screen.
I can see your outline against the moon.
Pretty green.

Upon a lonely street, there is a golden house.
Even the quietest man can start the loudest shouts.
Fuck your machine.
Oh, my fucking God you are green.

In a dark, dark room, and down a dark, dark stair.
There is a hiding place, and we should hide in there.
Living the dream?
A pretty green flying machine.

You can't  hide your faults.
Can you meet my needs?
Hidden screams.
I can't make your outline against the sun.
It's all green.

You can't read my thoughts.
You wont get inside.
Just unseen.
Can you take me out from amongst the noise.
That's all green.
A pretty green flying machine.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Pretty Green [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

Into the feilds, 
We run as winter turns to springtime
It's all mine.
Like Sunday is my day to shine.

We've made our deals.
With whoever dealt our lots out. 
I-won't-shout.
If you don't touch mine.

It's just my little pile.
I don't care about your in-style.
In a short while.
We'll all just fade away, one day.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Living for the vanity.
Soon, you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

Stare into the sun.
Have a debate upon the currents.
And wheth-er-they.
Belong in our buns.

Into the hills.
The crocuses are growing rotten.
In the bottoms.
I've forgotten more springs than you've seen.
(In your dreams)

All of our opposing wills.
Won't ever stop the sun from shining.
It's ti-ming-out.
The days of our lives.

Oh, it's all insanity.
Is this for the vanity.
You'll have to find your way home.
The money you had stowed away.
You saving for a rainy day?
Let's just let the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

A new guy on the scene.
And he's packing in the dreams which floated away.
Win-ter-days.
We all hide away.

To the feilds, 
At the lightest hint of springtime
Still, it's all mine.
It's my day to shine. 
All mine.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Live for the vanity.
Soon, you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.
Home.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Springtime [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

Look at you sorting through your halos.
Just as I am walking through the door.
You ain't got many words to say to me, though.
It's not getting better than before.
We must abide.
In the Cassiterides.
No, i've never caught a rabbit, and I'll never catch a rabbit with you.
Now, there's no coming back, no matter what I do.
What fools.
We were.

We don't all exist within the same world.
One in which the choices never end.
I'm sure it's lovely in your sunshine.
The grass looks pretty green from down our end.
We struggled by.
In the Cassiterides.
No, i've never caught a rabbit, and I'll never catch a rabbit from you.
The bottom rung of the ladders are simply rotten through.
Boo-hoo.
For who?

Save me.
Out here in the cold.
Your safety.
Is mostly made of gold?
Tame me?
When I'm knowingly mis-sold.
Lately.
Just sat here getting old.
Out of the fold.

You little bastards, always wanting a bit more.
Oh, there's certainly some more of what you've had.
Just poke your head above the parapet.
Quickly, have a look and then just grab.
Want an easy ride?
In the Cassiterides.
Oh, you'll never catch a rabbit, and they'll never catch a rabbit for you.
Rome is built for Romans, not for you.
Not you.
Not you.

Safety?
Out here in the cold.
You'd save me?
But I dont have the gold.
Tame me?
Never in this life.
Hold me back?
What gave you the right.
Oh, the right.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Rabbits [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

A monkey falls down on his knees.
Looks around at his friends in the trees 
Thinks... why can they all do as they please?
All the while.

An emerald grows deep in the ground.
With pressure building up all around. 
All the while just sinking down.
Right down. (down, down)

That man just the same as you.
Quietly checking the view.
A-resting in the vestibule.
Just cool. (cool, cool)

All the lonely, sedentary.
Nesting, pedantry.
Distressing, reverie.
Of soft fools.

Watch my back, boy.
Have at you!
We're all swimming in the same school.
Fuck your rules.
Blah, blah, blah.

Oh, monkey in your tree.
Tell me how you keep your forest so clean.
When you're dropping all those berries.
All around. (round, round)

Like the dead man that lay on the ground.
Aren't you tired of just lounging around? 
You did never make your sounds.
For Me. (me, me)

So the galaxy is the sky?
And the stars are just a-whizzing by?
While we all live our lives.
Down below. (low, low)

An ancient prophesy.
For a tired remedy.
For a coronation scene.
Surrounds you.

Watch my back, boy.
Have at you!
We're all swimming in the same school.
Fuck their rules.
Blah, blah, blah.

Watch my back boy.
Have at you!
We're all singing in the same school.
Fuck their rules. [x2]
Blah, blah, blah

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Monkeys [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

The pale moon which illuminates,
the characters upon the lake.
The quiet shades of evening on your bag.
The nodding of the loonies, who are walking out their pooches.
Just a-spoiling for a moment to be sad.

The day you die, the manuscript, the boiler plate, the sullen crypt. 
The consequences add up to a nag.
Oh, daughter of humanity, will you hold off the cads for me? 
I only want to look into your hands.

I'm only saying stuff to see. 
To speak.
I'm hardly buying what you seek.
Too deep? 

A defecating effigy of vegetating ecstasy. 
Which sits above, in judgement on the mad.
A devastated copse of trees, requiring its worker bees. 
To make the switch from honey t'ward the jam.

And there is not a potion made, which won't require trust to take. 
They take, to take, a taker of the tack.
Oh, tochter aus... isocoles! 
The ravages! the fenugreek!?
The dealers only dealing with the lags.

I'm only trying to replace. 
Two faced.
I'm only trying to be safe. 
In space. 

See, if I give you the best of me.
You'd never taste the rest of me. 
The value added, plastic tang of love.
Oh, yeah, happy is the wooing that's-a not-a long-a doing.
They will never want for anything. Harrumph!

All as above, is as below. 
You only trust the ones you know. 
The pages turn the wheels on the tram.
Oh, daughter of humanity, can you placate your dad for me?
A self-absorbed philately of cats.

I'm only trying to negate. 
Create.
I'm only wanting to save face. 
Too late?

Well, if I can not count your sheep.
How'm I supposed to get to sleep? 
There's only so much begging for a shag.
The nighttime rolls around you so, can't get in through the windows, though.
Why d'you hold my fortune in your hands?

The bitter queen is sent away.
Mary's mother blown away. 
A man must do his best to say he'd had.
Oh, tochter aus... personify!
Freude! shöne! gotterfrei! 
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Daughter of Humanity [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

What? whichever! they roll. 
Can't believe I'm still standing up.
I really don't feel that old.
It gets tight the second time around.
Starts a-taking its toll.

Now there's no one a-listening.
To all the things I don't say.
There's only pieces left, a-hang about.
But we all took our pay.
As I stare down the window pane.
It's all just blowing away.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

Well, here is a memory.
And here is the cold.
Here's a friday to wait upon.
If you'll carry my stone.
Here lays all your sympathy.
Which you bought to be sold.

Take your well-heeled fake jesus.
Take your ideals of love.
Take your fake plastic empathy.
Fits you like a glove.
Take anything you want from me.
I will never give up.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


We Tried [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

Sitting by the trees. 
Contemplating on the springtime. 
But, now I'm never alone. 
Bout, how I'll never feel the hold of you. 
As you'd do.
Let me tell you something that's a-bothering me.
A monkey puzzle doesn't trouble growing it's leaves.
On the whole...
things are fine...
But I'd sell my soul, for some more time.
Sitting by the sea. 
Contemplating on the ocean. 
A little notion of devotion. 
Oh, how they'd all take-a that potion too. 
As you'd do.
Let me tell you somethings always bothered me.
It's the fact we have to worry about fucking money.
On the whole...
Space flys by...
But I'd sell my soul to the devil for one more try.
Sitting by the...
Out beside the trees.

Let me tell you somethings always bothering me.
Does an ant know what he's doing when he's cutting his leaves?
On the whole...
There's hills to climb...
But I'd sell my soul, to get what's mine.
Sitting by the...
O'er by the leas...
Contemplating on the wonder.
And how I keep from slipping under. 
How I hold it all together for you. 
Just for you.
Let me tell you something that's a-bothering me.
A monkey puzzle doesn't trouble growing its leaves.
Let me tell you somethings always troubled me.
I can't put my finger on what's a-bothering me.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Monkey Puzzle [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

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