1. |
FrankenClime
03:27
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FrankenClime
by Jim and Kathy Ocean
He’s a Hurricane
A Big Black Cloud
A Fire Tornado
Burnin’ up the ground
He’ll blow down your house
He’ll tear up the levee
He’s a real bad ass
He’s FrankenHeavy!
He’s the perfect storm
Doin’ crime
His name is Frank
FrankenClime!
He’ll flood your town
Melt your ice
He’s got a real hot future for you
In his eyes.
FrankenClime, FrankenClime
He’s performin’
He’s Frankenstormin!
You filled your tank
You take the ride
But you can’t hide from Frank!
He’s a high, dry wind
A real low pressure
A 100 degrees goin’ on forever
I got meteorological phobias
I’m packin’ my bags for Canada
FrankenClime, FrankenClime
You can’t deny it
It’s FrankenClimate
You say no way
You say no thanks
But don’t deny it’s Frank!
It’s FrankenCold!
It’s FrankenHot!
It’s FrankenWindy!
And we’re FrankenCaught!
When you hear the sound
Of poundin’ hail
You better buy some plywood and
Pound some nails!
FrankenClime, FrankenClime
What’s more frightenin’
FrankenLightnin’!
Try to ride around his flank
But you can’t hide from …
FrankenClime, FrankenClime
We’re all bound to live
underground
But you can’t run forever
From FrankenWeather!
No…. you can’t hide from Frank
No…. you can’t hide from Frank
No…. you can’t hide from Frank
No…. you can’t hide from Frank
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2. |
She's So Cold
02:57
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She’s So Cold
by Jim Ocean
Forty-five million years
She has turned a cold shoulder
to the sun
And her tears
Were the things
that trapped old Shackleton
In the ice, her embrace
Is a frozen kind of yearning
She’s a dangerous place
But she keeps this world
from burning
She’s so cold, She’s so cold
She is not fond of changes
She has swallowed
whole mountain ranges
Two miles deep
It’s best if you
just let her sleep
She’s the kind of a woman
Better run for cover
when she’s warmin’
Leave her alone
She is made of ice and stone
She’s so cold, She’s so cold
She’s a beast
She’s a demon
She’s the coldest
kind of dreamin’
She is white
She is blue
She’s the fairy tale
that scares you
Like the ice in your freezer
Don’t chip her off
Don’t even tease her
Look in her eyes
And she’ll turn your world to ice
She’s so cold, She’s so cold
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3. |
Plastilla
03:35
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Plastilla
by Jim Ocean
Plastilla coalesced
In a fierce electric storm
Over the North Pacific Gyre
He took a massive breath
It echoed off the clouds
And crackled ‘round the Earth
like fire
The next thing that we knew
Were the ships
floating like jellyfish
With suffocated
passengers and crew
The satellite photos
Showed a wall of water coming
Heading for the
North Pacific Coast
Oh No! Plastilla! (x3)
Corre, corre, corre por tu vida!
Better run for your life!
Plastilla hit the shore
He swallowed Anchorage first
Then took Seattle
with a plastic roar
Before we could react
Portland was attacked
He spread his wax up the
Columbia River Gorge
We sent the submarines
Who fired all their means
But he just kept roiling
to the south
We knew that we were doomed
When he swallowed all our nukes
And just blew smoke rings
from his mouth
Oh No! Plastilla! (3X)
Corre corre corre por tu vida!
Better run for your life!
We barely had time
To make it out alive
We headed east
as fast as we could go
We stared down from a peak
And watched that plastic sheet
Cover the Bay and Mt. Diablo
Now we’re stranded
here in Denver
Where the Rockies bitter winter
Has slowed his plasticene tide
We have time for one more song
As a way to say “So long . . .”
As he crests
the Continental Divide
Oh No! Plastilla (x3)
He wants to shrink-wrap the Earth
Juego, juego, juego terminado!
Game over man!
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4. |
The First to Go Under
03:40
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The First To Go Under
by Jim Ocean
They’ll be the first to go under
The first ones displaced
The first seeking shelter
From the sea’s rising waves
It’ll make such strange history
They’ll be the first
to go under the sea
Everything under
Under three feet
One hundred million people
All in retreat
It’ll make such sad history
They’ll be the first
to go under the sea
Goodbye to the palm trees
Goodbye to the sands
Goodbye to the sunset
On low lying islands
And we’ll watch it all on TV
They’ll be the first to go under
The first to go under…
They’ll be the first to go
under the sea
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5. |
Ghost Towns in Ukraine
04:05
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Ghost Towns in Ukraine
by Jim Ocean
I thought that I might find a place
To hide out from the human race
Before people like you
Drive me insane
So naturally I headed west
Till I met a man from Budapest
Who said, “Wait we’ve got a deal
In the Ukraine!”
He said there’s wide open spaces
Where you can feel all alone
Roam around some villages
Where no one is at home
And for very little money
You could ride out there tomorrow
Like a yankee Taras Bulba
I did go
Ghost towns in Ukraine
Where the air will make you sterile
Ghost towns in Ukraine
They’ll bring you vodka
by the barrel
You may never go home anymore
Before you can say Gorbachev
They drove me here
And dropped me off
My driver didn’t say much
on the way
I guess they don’t like
Yankees here
The worry on his face was clear
Cause he pushed me out the door
And drove away
And there I sat with my potatoes
In the middle of the street
Listening to the wind blow
And the flies buzz in the heat
From the point of view of solitude
I guess it’s not so bad
You’ll find me sitting there
Just soaking up the rads
Ghost towns in Ukraine
Where the dust is always blowin’
Ghost towns in Ukraine
You’ll see the summer
sunsets glowin’
Ghost towns in Ukraine
You may never go home anymore
You may never go home anymore,
Hey!
Someone get me outta here
This is such a strange vacation,
Strange!
Someone get me outta here
This holiday has gone astray
I may be a mutation
Well, my time is up
I’ve had no rest
I need to go back to the west
I’m tired, radiated and alone
My sunflower seeds
are almost gone
Winter, it is coming on
My parka and my gloves
Are back at home
At night I dream
the Cossack cavalry
Is coming by to rescue me
Won’t someone call the embassy
My visa has run out, you see
And there’s so many stories
That I could tell you all about
Like how every day
more of my hair
Keeps falling out
Ghost towns in Ukraine
Where the air will make you sterile
Ghost towns in Ukraine
They’ll bring you vodka
by the barrel
Ghost towns in Ukraine
You may never go home anymore
You may never go home anymore
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6. |
Road to Gridlock
03:25
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Road to Gridlock
by Jim Ocean
The cars ahead seem fossilized
We’re hardly moving
I’m hypnotized
Stuck in motion on the tar
In my metal dinosaur
Kept from moving
by these hunks of steel
Watch the man go crazy
at the wheel
On the slow, slow road
to gridlock
This used to be a country town
It wasn’t hard to get around
Now there’s a light at every block
We measure inches by the clock
And everybody’s
got a fast new car
That doesn’t mean
that you can get too far
On the slow, slow road
to gridlock
Oh, I’ve got a dream
of moving down the highway
Oh, I’ve got a dream
of moving down the highway
Can you be certain your wheels
are still turning around
Nothing is moving I seem
to be glued to the ground
Oh, I’ve got a dream
of moving down the highway
Oh, I’ve got a dream
of moving down the highway
Type A behavior is not
in my favor today
Stuck to the street while my
heart’s beating madly away
Oh, down the highway…
On the slow, slow road to gridlock
Some chew their fingers
Some strike a pose
Some text their lover
Some pick their nose
Some use a mirror
To comb their hair
It’s such a ritual
You see it everywhere
I feel my mind begin degenerating
Half of my life
you’ll find me hibernating
On the slow, slow road
to gridlock
On the slow, slow road
to gridlock
Yes, it’s a slow, slow road…
“I’m outta gas…”
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7. |
Singing in the Acid Rain
03:46
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Singing in the Acid Rain
by Jim Ocean
Singing in the acid rain (x3)
Brown water rafting to nowhere
It was a beautiful neighborhood
With a view of the sea
But the microwave towered over
Like a steel canopy
But for the condo
he made the sacrifice
Just to be sure
he put some sperm on ice
And now he’s
singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere
She was a brilliant executive
With a nose for the top
And her posh LA office
Gave her such a view of the smog
She was oblivious
to the yellow sky
She smiled at her future,
and put drops in her eyes
And now she’s
singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere
In the town that I live in
You can hear a fire roar
Cuz the Shell Oil Refinery
Is just a mile from my door
It’s our own unofficial rent control
Affordable housing
by the steel volcano
And now we’re
Singing in the acid rain x3
Brown water rafting to nowhere
Singing in the acid rain x3
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8. |
The New Abnormal
02:27
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The New Abnormal
by Steve Sauvain and Jim Ocean
I have run from fire
I am breathing smoke
This is not a joke
It’s the New Abnormal (x2)
I have watched this country
Tearing at the seams
This is not a dream
It’s the New Abnormal (x2)
Hail, tornados and hurricanes
The spreading deserts
and the pouring rain
The ocean roarin’ at my door
And this is something that
you can’t ignore
I have lost my job
My old life is gone
I just don’t belong
In the New Abnormal
In the New Abnormal
I hope someday
Things will all come back
I’m falling down the cracks
Of the New Abnormal
Of the New Abnormal
I’m worried for my children’s lives
With the future coming
how will they survive
Dark clouds are forming
and it’s overcast
And the planet’s changing
way too fast
It’s the New Abnormal (x2)
What’s normal once
ain’t so normal now
We should come together
‘fore our time runs out
If we fight each other in the waves
the tide will sweep us all away
I have run from fire
I am breathing smoke
This is not a joke
It’s the New Abnormal
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9. |
The Invisible Obvious
03:11
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The Invisible Obvious
by Jim and Kathy Ocean
The Invisible Obvious
Is right in front of me and you
The Invisible Obvious
Is a herd of elephants in the room
The Invisible Obvious
We see what we wanna see
The Invisible Obvious
I judge you and you judge me
And all of the monsters
that prowl around in our minds
We could defeat ‘em
We could release ‘em
If we just looked them in the eye
The Invisible Obvious
Is something we don’t talk about
The Invisible Obvious
All we do is scream and shout
The Invisible Obvious
We don’t wanna look around
The Invisible Obvious
We stick our heads
into the ground
And all of the demons
that haunt our dreamin’ at night
We could depose them
We could expose them
If we just turned on the light
The Invisible obvious
Is sucking up the oxygen
The Invisible Obvious
Will we ever breathe again
Will we ever breathe again
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10. |
Living in the Weeds
04:05
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Livin’ in the Weeds
by Jim Ocean
I’m livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ here right under your feet
I’m livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ in the grass
With the working class
Where the pill bugs breed
And all my friends
Live in insect splendor
Especially Steve
He’s a real night crawler
Eating leaves and fodder with me
Livin’ in a lawn
Where you can be stepped on
It’s not easy
Livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ in the weeds
With the ants and snails,
and the scary tails of centipedes
Come meet a friend of mine
She’s clingin’ on a vine
She’s a real grasshopper
She wants to grow some wings
And fly away to sing
At the Grand Old Opera
But when you’re working poor
It’s hard to find the door to leave
And when the lawnmower
Comes to manicure
your fondest dreams
You know you’re
livin’ in the weeds
You know you’re
livin’ in the weeds
Squirming in the mud
With all the other bugs
so secretly
Shush!
Livin’ in the weeds
It can make you bleed
But it’s unpretentious
Most of the time
All the moss and vines
Give you some protection
And I’m not complaining
Even when it’s rainin’ frogs
And someday when I die
This is how they’ll write
my epilogue
He was livin’ in the weeds
He was livin’ in the weeds
Where the spiders bite
And the earwigs fight for turf
He was livin’ in the weeds
He was livin’ in the weeds
Where the fleas and flies
Try to suck you dry
It’s not easy…
I’m livin’ in the weeds
I’m livin’ in the weeds
And there’s nowhere else
I would rather be
I love my life …
Livin’ in the weeds
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11. |
Fighting For Love
03:38
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Fighting For Love
by Jim Ocean
We’re fighting for oil
We’re fighting for water
We’re fighting for soil
We’re fighting each other
We’re fighting for money
We’re fighting for air to breathe
We’re fighting for power
We’re fighting everywhere
it seems
We should be fighting
We should be fighting for
We should be fighting for love
We’re fighting for stuff
We’re fighting for
cheap plastic crap
We’re fighting for a lifestyle
But it’s just a trap
We’re fighting for an image
We’re fighting for a logo
We’re fighting for religion
And our egos
We should be fighting
We should be fighting for
We should be fighting for love
We’re fighting to be liked
On Facebook
We’re fighting for the mic
And how we look
We’re fighting to be number one
An American mythology
We’re fighting just for fun
It’s a flaw in our biology
We should be fighting
We should be fighting for
We should be fighting for love
We should be fighting for love
We should be fighting
We should be fighting for
We should be fighting for love
We should be fighting for love
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12. |
Sequoia Sempervirens
04:23
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Sequoia Sempervirens:
The Tree That Always Lives
by Jim Ocean
“The Stable” was a sight to see
Hollow at the ground and she
Rose three hundred feet or more
Her mouth was a cathedral door
Twelve horses fit inside
Upstairs ten men could hide
From the storms that swept the sea
On Sundays they held service in that tree
But even Jesus couldn't save that tree
Sequoia Sempervirens
The tree that always lives
You gave all you could give
Sequoia Sempervirens
When the Stable hit the ground
She shook Big Bottom all the way to town.
“The Beanpole” seemed to scrape the sky
Like a building in Manhatten
He held roost in all Big Bottom
He had few branches on him
You could see him in the dark
On starry nights in Guernewood Park
His silhouette would give you tingles
They took him down for the shingles
Six hundred thousand roof shingles
Sequoia Sempervirens
The tree that always lives
You gave all you could give
Sequoia Sempervirens
When they took the Beanpole down
They watched him falling all the way to town.
There are ghosts in old Big Bottom
Forests here are old and haunted
Phantom trees still hold their ground
Standing where they took 'em down
When you've held earth for so long
You don't leave this world so quickly
You'd haunt the woods and fairy rings
You'd haunt the ones who took you for those things
Like you haunt me now and this is why I sing
Sequoia Sempervirens
The tree that always lives
You gave all you could give
Sequoia Sempervirens
But like Ronald Reagan said
"You've seen one redwood tree, you've seen em all."
Sequoia Sempervirens.
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