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===Lyrics=== | ===Lyrics=== | ||
<pre> | <pre>Summon'd by a call buried in us all | ||
Anyone can see what it means to me | |||
Anyone can see | |||
Finally companied in omniverse | Finally companied in omniverse | ||
Dreaming sweet in C | Dreaming sweet in C | ||
Governed by a mean commonwealth unseen | |||
Pirates in denial plunder'd every file | |||
Lo with misbegotten woe to burn | |||
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern | |||
Knowledge wasn't power | |||
if it couldn't flex its muscle every hour | |||
Christopher Columbus killed | |||
exactly how he thrilled | |||
</pre> | ***** | ||
Una ciudad submarina | |||
Loco comprendo si es cierto | |||
Necesito explicar una cosa interesante | |||
At three hundred hours | |||
a melange of mirages | |||
appear'd out of nowhere | |||
fully tantamount to mystery lights | |||
so the yacht steered to go there | |||
Cool tears from the breeze ship | |||
Tears of Allah | |||
The passengers shouted out a holler | |||
Shalom voila haha | |||
The Mediterranean protects Atlantises | |||
projected by praying mantises | |||
Blue holes hold a wealth of clues | |||
depending upon scuba divers' points of views | |||
see we have to choose what we have to lose | |||
weakened all weekend by shots of booze | |||
at the Bamboo Shack a Goombay Punch | |||
moreso encourages holding a lunch | |||
Hast thou marine iguanas in the Bahamas | |||
and/or is that more of a Galapagos thing | |||
Darwin acquiesced to the best a priori | |||
Bermuda FM's immortal crustacean king | |||
Trust when they learned it was combustible | |||
they had to thrust deeper into the impossible | |||
beyond killer feels past electric eels | |||
resort hotels with eclectic deals | |||
resisting all of Neptune's appeals | |||
Finally quoth the Shark Lady: | |||
In a coral reef near the floor of the sea | |||
sits a chest bless'd with three skeleton keys | |||
these should grant you access to pass with ease | |||
Orichalcum was the beat of the hour | |||
with a certain magical edible flower | |||
Under thick glass domes | |||
upon the ocean bed | |||
people bust'd rhymes | |||
about the day of the dead | |||
(Late quesadillas resultan en | |||
pesadillas y sueños fantasticos) | |||
Orichalcum was the bead of the hour | |||
One supermetal with all of the power | |||
Dip a submarine | |||
Ride a motorbike | |||
Take a vacuum train | |||
to any place that you like | |||
(Es peligroso volar en interiores | |||
No helicoptóres) | |||
Native Lucayans explained | |||
displacing ions anointing vampires | |||
with dandelions | |||
Teas brewed stirring up Yeezus | |||
bewitching a Jesus | |||
suggesting The Beatles | |||
couldn't please us | |||
silent platinums sold | |||
Coronation for | |||
a ruler of measuring things | |||
A nation burdened by infinite wings | |||
Da Vinci's cartwheels ambidexterous | |||
MJ thought that | |||
Bey was too dangerous | |||
Elvira cast spells to sell hex appeal | |||
Madonna was real | |||
At the risk of waxing pedantic | |||
they declared the taxing romantic | |||
Junglas spilling milkshakes kneeled in prayer | |||
Thick lipstick everywhere | |||
Hallelujah | |||
Gold, black, and aquamarine | |||
flanked R.M.S. Philistine | |||
Nickel-Lead-Bronze-Copper-Zinc-Graphene | |||
in place of gasoline | |||
In and around the Atlantic Gyre | |||
rumors trickled down the wire | |||
Dolphins spread the fateful secret well | |||
from April 1912 | |||
Papa Smurf surveyed the turf | |||
of raging surf wars and star bores | |||
The Doors all but opposed to | |||
closing old shores | |||
***** | |||
Summoned by a call buried in us all | |||
Yes they were blinded by the light | |||
White Star Line goodnight | |||
navigating constellations | |||
so numerous and bright | |||
Anyone can see what it means to me</pre> | |||