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Uncanny Valley Intro
01:06
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—Uncanny Valley Intro—
I just got back from Uncanny Valley
I’m spending lots of time there these days
All my friends live in Uncanny Valley
Just waiting for me by the gateways
I left my heart in Uncanny Valley
I’m not quite sure what I should do
I keep coming back to Uncanny Valley
Whenever I am feeling blue
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—Button Eyes—
I was dreaming, I was in another mirror maze
Puppets, dolls, and mannequins as usual would gaze
I walked into another room, and there, upon the floor
Was Button Eyes, just staring through me, opening a door
He reached into my memories that I could not recall
He added things I'm not quite sure had happened there at all
All the toys that I once had, laid out for me to see
I can't for certain know that they are from my memory
See, puppet lips tell secrets to you that you shouldn't know
Button Eyes gets off on making sure you watch the show
Button Eyes…Puppet lips?
Button Eyes…Puppet lips?
You'll never know, but here comes the puppet show!
Who's that peeping through the blinds? It's puppet lips
What year was it my timeline changed, and things like this were rearranged?
Who's that playing with my mind? It's puppet lips
That instant recall that you get when you know that time’s been reset
You never know when you’ll find dream stuff of another kind in puppet lips
Button Eyes…Puppet lips?
Sneaking sticky sour somethings in your ear, my dear
Don’t fear—you needn’t know the meaning of my scheming
Steering where you’re dreaming, beaming subtle notions
All the motions of the branches blowing
Are components in the potion
Which for you, my rose, I’ve chosen
Love is frozen, you and I will be forever tethered
Frosted hearts as tough as leather of the pterodactyl
Digging black holes in the flimsy fabric of the minds
Of simple sheep, we’ll reap the harvest of the larvae
In the beds of babes asleep
Months have passed, and here I thought, "It's just a funhouse dream"
But I guess this time it was much more than it would seem
He’s nothing like my veggie pals, who like to dance and sing
He brought along his shadow friends—they’ve been here since last spring
He gazed in my direction, and I felt an eerie spark
Then all at once we were there, playing marbles in the dark
He whispered something to me softly that no one should hear
And all that I was left with was a ringing in my ear
See, Button Eyes knows all too well what things are in my head
Please give me time to think about the things that he has said
Who's that peeping through the blinds? It's puppet lips
And just like that, you catch that spark that leaves you wandering in the dark
Who's that playing with my mind? It's puppet lips
Button Eyes, Button Eyes, puppet lips, puppet lips
You never know when you’ll find dream stuff of another kind in puppet lips
You'll never know, but here comes the puppet show!
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3. |
Age of Devonian
04:22
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—Age of Devonian—
Lost in the age of Devonian
Briny creatures is all there is to see
What a dreadful time it is to be
20,000 leagues under the sea
Don’t look out the window
It’s briny out there
Don’t look or you’ll see
No, no, no
A crysalopus, so briny
Lost in the age of Devonian
Briny creatures is all there is to see
What a dreadful time it is to be
20,000 leagues under the sea
Darkest depth waters, bubbly sea
Seaweed and weird caves
I gotta get of the briny!
Fish dominate; fish control
Devonian!
Fish dominate; fish control
Devonian!
Fish dominate; fish control
No, it’s not Silurian!
Fish dominate; fish control
No, no, Devonian!
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4. |
Tic-Toc (Clockwork)
03:16
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—Tic-Toc (Clockwork)—
Tic-Toc—There goes my machinery
Clockwork—Oh it’s such a lovely thing to see
Tic-Toc—My baby's made of mostly gears
Clockwork—He's not quite human it appears
Tic-Toc—He's silver and he looks refined
Clockwork—Especially when he's just been shined
I don't care if he's not human
There's no room for your assumin’
He makes me so very happy
He makes me so very glad
He's the best thing that I’ve purchased
He's the greatest thing I've had
Tic-Toc—There goes my machinery
Clockwork—It's such a lovely thing to see
Tic-Toc—When we are going on a date, like
Clockwork—He's right on time, sharp at eight
Tic-Toc—He's good at logic, good at lovin’
Clockwork—And if you want some pushin' shovin'
He's programmed to satisfy
Take it from me, I wouldn't lie
My droid friend does me so much good
Better than any human could
Metal men—how posh!
Shiny robots—oh gosh!
Tic-Toc—Clickety-clockety-boom-shebang!
Clockwork—Oh it's Cherry 2000 all over again!
Tic-Toc
Clockwork
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—The Monosaccharide Inducer—
The doctor’s got a new invention
The doctor’s got a brand new toy
He's happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Just like a little boy
It’s a zapping laser light show
It’s a transforming machine
And it makes the floating goldthwaits
Turn into monosaccharine
No sugar supply has been enough on Toxichlor
We can’t help it if we need more caffeine
Sugar, caffeine, sugar, caffeine, sugar, caffeine
Sugar, caffeine, sugar, caffeine, sugar, caffeine
The doctor’s got a new invention
The doctor’s got a brand new toy
He's happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
Just like a little boy
Oh, it’s also quite an engine
It runs our VLORPO-1
When you pour in a ton of sugar
VLORPO’s guaranteed to run
No sugar supply has been enough on Toxichlor
We can’t help it if we need more caffeine
Sugar, caffeine, sugar, caffeine, sugar, caffeine
Sugar, caffeine, sugar, caffeine, sugar, caffeine
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6. |
Mad Hatter’s Ball
02:01
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—Mad Hatter’s Ball—
Twinkle, twinkle little bat!
How I wonder what you’re at!
Up above the world so high
Like a tea tray in the sky
A lovely party it will be
A lovely sight it is to see
Five or ten chairs nailed to the wall
Five or ten chairs about ten feet tall
This kind of party, what do you call?
Nonetheless but the Mad Hatter’s Ball
They’re not the same thing a bit!
You might just as well say that “I see what I eat”
Is the same thing as “I eat what I see”
It’s always tea time!
There'll be, of course, plenty of tea
And ripe sugar cubes picked right from the tree
Bring your forks, ‘cause we’ll have to pluck
At gophers and chipmunks that run quite amuck
If they run too far, then we’ll have to see
That they check in the kitchen to skin off their knee
Why should it?
Does your watch tell you what year it is?
Of course you don’t!
I dare say you never even spoke to time!
It’s always tea time!
I haven’t the slightest idea
A lovely party it will be
A lovely sight it is to see
Five or ten chairs nailed to a wall
Five or ten chairs about ten feet tall
This kind of party what do you call?
Nonetheless but the Mad Hatter’s Ball
Have you guessed the riddle yet?
Your hair wants cutting
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Bright Light City
03:49
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—Bright Light City—
There’s a road that leads to that bright light city
Miles and miles to get to that bright light city
Time will pass once you get to that bright light city
Bright light city—shining like a digital clock in the sky
My, you’re pretty—you’re an architect’s dream and it’s no lie
You’re a metropolitan paradise
Your aerodynamics are quite precise
You’re a metropolitan movie star
Your lights and cars can never go too far
Neon signs will light your way
And you’ll never see the day
No, not in that bright light city
There are cars in all of the bright light city
Monorails run straight through that bright light city
You can go and escape in that bright light city
Bright light city—your halogen holograms light the streets
I give you all my pity—your neon bed is gonna lose its sheets
You’re a metropolitan paradise
Your aerodynamics are quite precise
You’re a metropolitan movie star
Your lights and cars can never go too far
It’s a metropolis
And you’ll never hit and miss
Forget in that bright light city
Time is froze inside of the bright light city
No one knows inside of the bright light city
Life remains the same in the bright light city
You must take the right route
Just remember to stay devout
Find your way to that bright light city
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Crawlspace
02:54
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—Crawlspace—
Crawlspace, crawlspace, crawlspace
Crawlspace, crawlspace, crawlspace
No, you won’t be heard at all
Compared to footsteps down the hall
In the crawlspace
When it’s breathing in the night
In the spectrum of your sight
In the crawlspace
In the pale green cast of the digital clock
Why do your thoughts seem less coherent?
You’re drawn to the prey that your instincts stalk
And now your goals have come apparent
Crawlspace
Waking, dreaming, sleeping, breathing
Waking, dreaming, sleeping, breathing
Hello? Is anyone there?
I was just standing there and I was looking
Crawlspace, crawlspace, crawlspace
Crawlspace, crawlspace, crawlspace
The walls are made of steel
But you wonder, can it feel you
In the crawlspace?
Like a mouse inside a maze
Fighting off a midnight craze
Deep in the crawlspace
As you creep above the world below you
It all seems somewhat—somewhat surreal
For you know what it is you must do
How could they know how you feel
In the crawlspace?
Toss and turn in another night terror
Toss and turn in another night terror
Hello?
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9. |
The Marionettes
03:44
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—The Marionettes—
This is the story of the time I was lucky enough to see the marionettes in their grand formation…
It’s a curio for me
It’s a curio to see
When the marionettes take stance
Yes a curio indeed
If you’d seen it, you’d agreed
When they start their menacing dance
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 marionettes in a row
7, 8, 9, 10 in a line, dancing to and fro
It was movement so elite
So I found myself a seat
To enjoy the grand scale show
The marionettes are beautiful
With old-world style and grace
The marionettes are beautiful
With the detailed, painted face
My love goes out to the marionettes
Though a curio for me to see
The death-march of the marionettes
All in grand choreography
Though they may cause one alarm
They won’t do me any harm
For they know to read my soul
They are burning with a rage
For they’ve been locked in a cage
And they’re dying to take their toll
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 marionettes in a row
7, 8, 9, 10 in a line, dancing to and fro
It was movement so elite
So I thought I’d be discreet
And I asked a sweet Pierrot
He said:
Pray now if you get a glance
Of their animated dance
Consider yourself in grace
For only privileged few
Including me and you
Have ever come face to face!
Then he took me in his arms
In his parasol of charms
And I think I fell in love
But I cannot say for sure
Tricks are played of old amour
By the gleaming moon up above
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Charles
02:09
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—Charles—
Charles, Charles
In an anatomical position
His chest protrudes, his presence concludes
That he’s quite an exhibition
He stands in a corner, distal and repressed
But on his own will, for it’s for his best
His silence is golden, his silence intrudes
But his reason for silence is one that eludes
Charles, Charles
Is educated in charts and text
He knows them well, like living Hell
For his head is to them next
He hasn’t eyes, he hasn’t ears nor lips
He lost his heart, his brain, his life and his fingertips
As of now I’m sure you’re wondering what poor Charley be
He is the very frame of man, beyond a mystery
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11. |
Waltzing With Charley
03:20
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—Waltzing with Charley—
Waltzing with Charley, dancing with Charles
A slender white figure moves down distant halls
Can you keep up with Charles?
Can you dance with the dead?
He may not be living, but don’t be misled
His twirling and whirling is not to be matched
His secret’s kept well, locked up and latched
Charley’s a gentleman, sweet as can be
You’ll see us two dancing, Charley and me
What a night that it will be
What a night for Charley and me
It’s a shame no one will see
For they’ll all think I’m crazy
That it’s all in my head
For it’s plain as can be—Charley is dead
Waltzing with Charley, dancing with Charles
In a laboratory, in clinical walls
Would you like to see Charles?
Watch him dance through the night
In a medical room in dim fluorescent lights
Past the books, and the text, and the charts, and the clock
It should be no surprise—it should come as no shock
Charley’s a scholar, and graceful is he
You’ll see us two dancing, Charley and me
What a night that it will be
What a night for Charley and me
It’s a shame no one will see
For they’ll all think I’m crazy
That it’s all in my head
For it’s plain as can be—Charley is dead
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12. |
Grandpa Susie
03:50
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—Grandpa Susie—
Oh no, the scaly slime!
I am running out of time!
Oh, what can you do?
My hands are covered in ocean goo!
Dead fish, dead fish, dead fish, dead fish
What is your single wish?
Dead fish, dead fish, dead fish, dead fish
That is your single wish
(That is my single wish)
Cod liver oil is what I like!
I often go to get some on my three wheeled bike
Oh, fish, I love ‘em so very much!
They’re a treat to my eyes, and a gift to my touch!
I just don’t understand, how all throughout the land
Fish is not thought of as—as a gift to man
Oh what would you do, if I gave fish to you?
Well I’d stick to you like glue!
Oh no, the scaly slime!
I am running out of time!
Oh, what can you do?
My hands are covered with ocean goo!
Dead fish, dead fish, dead fish, dead fish
What is your single wish?
Dead fish, dead fish, dead fish, dead fish
That is your single wish
(That is my single wish)
Well, I know a little dwarf
Who lives down by the wharf
He’ll give me all the fish I want
If I just promise not to taunt
About his little size
Or his wandering beady eyes
Oh please, oh please, oh please!
I’m down upon my knees!
Oh give me fish, oh give me fish!
Oh please, please place it in my dish!
Okay, here you are
But now I need your car
I—I don’t got a car…
All I got’s a three wheeled bike, and I—
I need that to get cod liver oil!
What—what am I going to do?
Do you have a pogo stick?
Yeah!
Well, I’ll take that
Okay!
Dead fish, dead fish, dead fish, dead fish
What is your single wish?
Dead fish, dead fish, dead fish, dead fish
That is your single wish
(That is my single wish)
Dead fish, dead fish, dead fish, dead fish
What is your single wish?
Dead fish, dead fish, dead fish, dead fish
That is your single wish
(That is my single wish)
I got bit by a sea cucumber
I got bit by a sea cucumber
I got bit by a sea cucumber
Oh, what a pickle!
Oh, what a pickle!
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13. |
Pinnipedia Pounce
01:52
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—Pinnipedia Pounce—
Pinnipedia, Pinnipedia Pounce!
Pinnipedia, Pinnipedia Pounce!
What is your porpoise, I say?
I say it’s to pounce the night away
What do you expect to do?
To Pinnipedia Pounce with you
Acting like a porpoise
Looking like a frog
Moving like a porpoise
Down at the local bog
Pinnipedia, Pinnipedia Pounce!
Pinnipedia, Pinnipedia Pounce!
What is your porpoise, I say?
I say it’s to pounce the night away
What do you expect to do?
To Pinnipedia Pounce with you
Acting like a porpoise
Looking like a frog
Moving like a porpoise
Down at the local bog
Pinnipedia, Pinnipedia Pounce!
Pinnipedia, Pinnipedia Pounce!
Blankets, shirts, and sweaters too
They’re all doing the dance that’s new
So, Pinnipedia, Pinnipedia Pounce!
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14. |
Bermuda Triangle
03:22
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—Bermuda Triangle—
Just let your cares go, and swim from the flow
Of everyday taxing real life
Just let the winds blow, and the undertow
Sweep you from all of your strife
For the forces of nature are ready to take you
To a place where the sun always shines
So get a sailboat and navigate
The latitude, longitude lines
Bermuda Triangle, Bermuda Triangle
Do you believe in the theory of continental drift?
Bermuda Triangle, Bermuda Triangle
We will send you right through the next time rift
Just let your cares go, and swim from the flow
Of everyday taxing real life
Just let the winds blow, and the undertow
Sweep you from all of your strife
Just listen to what I am saying
If you’re willing to part with your pain
Just listen to what I am saying
You’ve nothing but something to gain
Bermuda Triangle, Bermuda Triangle
Do you believe in the theory of continental drift?
Bermuda Triangle, Bermuda Triangle
We will send you right through the next time rift
Bermuda Triangle, Bermuda Triangle
It’s the sentimental, never ending tropical dream
Bermuda Triangle, Bermuda Triangle
We will redesign reality’s scheme
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15. |
Monads
03:03
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—Monads—
There are monads in the air
There are monads in your hair
Nothing you can do or say
Because they're gonna be there anyway
If you try to kill yourself
Thinking you will become a ghost
You'll still be monads
So it’s not a good idea in the most
You'll never escape monads
When you are a little babe
You are made out of monads
When you're just a little child
You are made out of monads
When you are all grown up
You are made out of monads
When you are old and grey
You are made out of monads
When you're rotting in your grave
You are made out of monads
Monads are floating in the air
Monads are simply everywhere
Nothing you can do or say
Because they're gonna be there anyway
If you try to kill yourself
Thinking you will become a ghost
You'll still be monads
So it’s not a good idea in the most
So you go through another day
With monads getting in your way
There's nothing you can do or say
Because they'll be there anyway
They are you and you are them
You are them and they are you
You are a monad
You are many monads
Everything you see is made of monads
You'll never escape monads
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16. |
20th Century Ghost
05:16
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—20th Century Ghost—
Once upon a time, there was a place that was my own
I understood the way things worked, and the things that I was shown
Don’t get me wrong, I was always looking in from the outside
At least it all made sense to me, and I knew where I could hide
We had pleasant valley shopping, but the seasons came and went
The things I knew were left behind in reality’s ascent
It seemed to happen without notice—it seemed to happen in a day
It seemed to happen when I wasn’t looking, but I guess it’s here to stay
I’m left with only memories, but I’m not sure that they’re real
It’s really hard to come across with exactly how I feel
But I’m a 20th century ghost—just a shade of an echo of a memory
Yes, I’m a 20th century ghost—the zeitgeist I know just keep on haunting me
I walk around the town and see the world on another plane
The rate that time is traveling in is driving me insane
Despite me not belonging here, there’s not much I can do
But see things with a distant gaze, and a 20th century view
Now I look for things that I once knew, but it seems to be in vain
The places that I’d like to go, they’re only in my brain
Should I revel in absurdity, or disassociate?
It all feels very fictional, and I guess that it’s too late
I frequent Uncanny Valley, for there’s nowhere else to go
I’m sitting back with button eyes, so I guess I’ll watch the show
It seemed to happen without notice—it seemed to happen in a day
It seemed to happen when I wasn’t looking, but I guess it’s here to stay
I’m left with only memories, but I’m not sure that they’re real
It’s really hard to come across with exactly how I feel
But I’m a 20th century ghost—just a shade of an echo of a memory
Yes, I’m a 20th century ghost—the flux is the crux in our society
I walk around the town and see the world on another plane
The rate that time is traveling in is driving me insane
Despite me not belonging here, there’s not much I can do
But see things with a distant gaze, and a 20th century view
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17. |
Uncanny Valley Outro
00:16
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