Dinosaurchestra

by Lemon Demon

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released July 20, 2006

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Track Name: Dinosaurchestra Part One
Travel back in time with me.
Two hundred million B.C..
What’s your name and what do you play?
My name is Neil and I don’t play anything.
What fun should we have today?
Shook my Magic Eight Ball and it said,
Let’s rock out in a Dinosaurchestra.
Let’s all shout in a Dinosaurchestra.
Let’s have fun in a Dinosaurchestra.
Let’s eat children in a Dinosaurchestra.
Track Name: Action Movie Hero Boy
I’m bad!
I gotta figure out where mommy keeps the dynamite.
I’ll get some measuring tape so I can time it right.
I know it’s dangerous, I know you’re thinking I am a fool,
But it’s the only chance I’ll ever get to look so cool. (Look so cool.)
Hey, look at me, casually
Walking away like Action Movie Hero Boy
In slow-mo, everything glowing and
Blowing to bits right behind me.
You see it all the time in theatres on the silver screen,
Like when the good guy blows the bad guy’s house to smithereens.
I’ve got a movie-making camera and a dozen grenades.
I’m looking tough, I’ve got the stuff, I’ve got the spiffy shades. (Spiffy shades.)
Hey, look at me, casually
Walking away like Action Movie Hero Boy
In slow-mo, everything glowing and
Blowing to bits right behind me.
I am aware it’s just a movie. I’m aware it’s a cliché.
I am aware I’m being stupid. I’m aware of that, but hey,
This is just something that I gotta do.
Yeah. (Yeah.)
Hey, look at me, casually
Stumbling down like Action Movie Blooper Reels
In slow-mo, everything glowing and
Blowing to bits including me.
Track Name: Fine
One, two, three, four.
Today has a way
Of scarring your eyes
With negative light,
But it’s a disguise.
I put on my shades
And see through the lies.
The convenient truth is
Light is on the way,
We’ll be having a fun time.
It’s such a lovely day,
We should pocket the sunshine,
And never give it back
Even if there’s a heat wave
Or terrorist attack.
It will just be a close shave, I know.
I know
That every bomb
Has a silver lining, I know.
I know
It won’t be long until
Everything works out nice in the end.
The sun will marry the moon.
It’ll be fine.
Why don’t we sit back mellow again
And have a nice afternoon?
It’ll be fine.
I go for a walk,
The sidewalk is cracked.
I’m not superstitious,
But I made a pact
With old Mother Earth.
She’d get off my back
If I get off hers.
Light is on the way,
We’ll be having a fun time,
It’s such a lovely day,
We should pocket the sunshine,
And never give it back
Even if there’s a heat wave.
We’re stalling on the track.
It will just be a close shave, I know.
I know
That in a snap,
All the birds will sing, I know.
I know
I’m full of crap, but still.
Everything works out nice in the end.
The sun will marry the moon.
It’ll be fine.
Why don’t we sit back mellow again
And have a nice afternoon?
It’ll be fine.
Fine.
Fine.
Fine. (Everything is gonna be…)
Fine.
Fine.
Fine. (Everything is gonna be…)
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine… (Everything is gonna be…)
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine… (Everything is gonna be…)
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine…
Everything works out nice in the end.
The sun will marry the moon.
It’ll be fine.
Why don’t we sit back mellow again
And have a nice afternoon?
It’ll be fine.
Everything works out nice in the end. (I know)
The sun will marry the moon. (That every bomb)
Works out nice in the end. (Has a silver lining, I know.)
Why don’t we sit back mellow again (I know)
And have a nice afternoon? (It won’t be long until…)
Sit back mellow again.
Everything works out nice in the end.
The sun will marry the moon.
It’ll be fine.
Why don’t we sit back mellow again
And have a nice afternoon?
It’ll be fine, fine, fine, fine…
Track Name: Lawnmower
The breeze is a-blowin’.
The grass just won’t stop growin’.
So I’d better do somethin’ soon.
Gonna spend the afternoon
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
This grass is taller than me.
I’m gonna make potpourri
Out of what’s left when I’m through.
Doin’ what I gotta do.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Lawnmower! Rev it up good now,
Lawnmower! Listen to the sound, hey.
Lawnmower! Rev it up, take it on
Down, take it all around town.
Let me hear y’all,
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
The whole neighbourhood is unified.
‘Bout time the music died
And was replaced by the sound of one thousand motors;
Replaced by the soul-affirming grass odours.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Lawnmower! Rev it up good now,
Lawnmower! Listen to the sound, hey.
Lawnmower! Rev it up, take it on
Down, take it all around town.
Come on now,
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn. (Lawnmower…)
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn. (Lawnmower…)
Mowin’ the lawn, mowin’ the lawn.
Lawnmower.
Lawnmower.
Track Name: Stuck
I’m just walking along,
Stuck in a song,
Whistling thusly.
Stereotypical life:
Kids and a wife,
Three of them plus me.
Neil’s inspiration is thin.
Thin as a pin.
There isn’t much to me.
So I’m just walking along,
Stuck in a song,
Happily gloomy.
Break it off.
Break it off.
Take me out.
Don’t let the melody fake me out.
Break it off.
Break it off.
Take me out.
Don’t let the melody fake me out.
I don’t even have a name.
This brings me shame.
I’m so diminished.
I know all songs have an end.
I could pretend
This one is finished.
I guess both ways I am screwed.
Maybe if you’d
Do me a favor.
If this track’s on a CD,
Skip it for me.
You’d be my savior.
Break it off.
Break it off.
Take me out.
Don’t let the melody fake me out.
Break it off.
Break it off.
Take me out.
Don’t let the melody fake me out.
Break it off.
Break it off.
Take me out.
Don’t let the melody fake me out.
Break it off.
Break it off.
Take me out.
Don’t let the melody fake me out.
Oh no…
Oh no…
Oh no…
Oh no…
Track Name: The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
Old Godzilla was hopping around
Tokyo City like a big playground,
When suddenly Batman burst from the shade
And hit Godzilla with a Batgrenade.
Godzilla got pissed and began to attack,
But didn’t expect to be blocked by Shaq,
Who proceeded to open up a can of Shaq Fu,
When Aaron Carter came out of the blue.
And he started beating up Shaquille O’Neal,
Then they both got flattened by the Batmobile,
But before it could make it back to the Batcave,
Abraham Lincoln popped out of his grave
And took an AK47 out from under his hat,
And blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat,
But he ran out of bullets and he ran away,
Because Optimus Prime came to save the day.
This is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny.
Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see.
And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be.
This is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny.
Godzilla took a bite out of Optimus Prime,
Like Scruff McGruff took a bite out of crime.
And then Shaq came back covered in a tire track,
But Jackie Chan jumped out and landed on his back.
And Batman was injured, and trying to get steady,
When Abraham Lincoln came back with a machete.
But suddenly something caught his leg and he tripped.
Indiana Jones took him out with his whip.
Then he saw Godzilla sneaking up from behind,
And he reached for his gun which he just couldn’t find,
‘Cause Batman stole it and he shot and he missed,
And Jackie Chan deflected it with his fist.
Then he jumped in the air and did a somersault
While Abraham Lincoln tried to pole vault
Onto Optimus Prime, but they collided in the air,
Then they both got hit by a Care Bear stare.
This is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny.
Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see.
And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be.
This is the Ultimate Showdown.
Angels sang out in immaculate chorus.
Down from the heavens descended Chuck Norris,
Who delivered a kick which could shatter bones
Into the crotch of Indiana Jones.
Who fell over on the ground, writhing in pain,
As Batman changed back into Bruce Wayne.
But Chuck saw through his clever disguise,
And he crushed Batman’s head in between his thighs.
Then Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White and
Monty Python and the Holy Grail’s Black Knight and
Benito Mussolini and The Blue Meanie and
Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie,
Robocop, the Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader,
Lo Pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger,
Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan,
Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan
All came out of no where lightning fast,
And they kicked Chuck Norris in his cowboy ass.
It was the bloodiest battle the world ever saw,
With civilians looking on total awe.
And the fight raged on for a century.
Many lives were claimed, but eventually
The champion stood, the rest saw their better:
Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater.
This is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny.
Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see.
And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be.
This is the Ultimate Showdown… (This is the Ultimate Showdown.)
This is the Ultimate Showdown… (This is the Ultimate Showdown.)
This is the Ultimate Showdown… of Ultimate Destiny.
Track Name: Vow of Silence
I’ll never have a chance to say
Everything I want to say,
But that’s okay, I don’t need
To say a thing anyway.
Just want to take it in,
See the world, watch it spin,
Learn to play the violin.
I’ll even try to shed
Any words from my head.
Think in Mentalese instead.
Don’t call me on a telephone.
I don’t wanna be alone,
But I have grown out of it,
So leave a message at the tone.
Just want to take it in,
See the world, watch it spin,
Learn to play the violin.
I’ll even try to shed
Any words from my head.
Think in Mentalese instead.
And I’ll take a vow of silence.
(Shut up, shut up, shut up.)
I’ll take a vow of silence.
(Shut up, shut up, shut up,
Shut up, shut up, shut up.)
I’ll take a vow of…
Silence means that you can’t speak,
You can’t let things out, they stay inside.
You just sit and nod like a quiet freak,
And you hold your tongue and you swallow your pride.
And if you’re travelling down the street
And suddenly witness a crime,
You’ve gotta keep it to yourself,
You’ve gotta keep it inside
Your quiet little mind.
Until the end of time.
And you’ve got to…
Shut up, shut up, shut up. (Seen and not heard.)
Shut up, shut up, shut up. (Not a single word)
Shut up, shut up, shut up. (For the rest of your life.)
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
Now I’m no silent snob,
But Teller and Silent Bob
Tend to do an awful job.
But let me tell you, son,
Harpo Marx is the one.
I wouldn’t be surprised
If he didn’t have a tongue.
Whoa, I’ll take a vow of silence.
(Shut up, shut up, shut up.)
I’ll take a vow of silence.
(Shut up, shut up, shut up,
Shut up, shut up, shut up.)
I’ll take a vow of…
I’ll take a vow of…
I’ll take a vow of…
Silence…
Silence…
Silence.
Track Name: Neverending Hum
Inside of everybody’s head.
Inside of everybody’s head,
There is a hum.
There’s a hum.
There’s a neverending hum,
And no one ever seems to notice it.
No one seems to notice it.
You have never noticed it.
Never ever. Never ever.
Until now.
Deep in the dankest corners of the human mind
Of any given person that you happen to see,
There rests a creature,
Or, more specifically,
A critter, hiding and sitting
In the churning, boiling, philosophical pot
Of self-aware chowder that we call thought.
This critter has a name,
But it’s different for each person.
Mine is named Corey
And it looks like an armadillo.
In KISS make-up.
Jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba
jibba jabba.
Jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba
jibba jabba.
Jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba
jibba jabba.
Jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba
jibba jabba.
Picture your spirit in a delicatessen
In the slums of the universe,
“Open” sign dangling, daring all parasites,
Giving you mosquito bites,
Sucking the life out of all of your customers.
But fear not, it’s your critter to the rescue,
Hum emanating from its lips.
And fear disappears
As the parasite trips
And lands in a puddle,
And that’s your rebuttal
To the argument that you
Weren’t even listening to
Because of the neverending hum.
Jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba
jibba jabba.
Jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba
jibba jabba.
Jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba
jibba jabba.
Jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba
jibba.
Track Name: Dinosaurchestra Part Two
Brontosaur
Rocking out hardcore.
Triceratops
Pissing off the cops.
Iguanodon
With a mohawk on.
Hip hurrah
For the Dinosaurchestra.
Track Name: Your Imaginary Friend
Simple and small.
Almost alone.
Curled up in a ball
With a tin can phone
Tied to a twist
Leading outside,
And into the mist
Where the shadows hide.
Maybe when you’re gone, (Maybe when you’re gone.)
We’ll gladly take your place.
You’re so nicely drawn. (You’re so nicely drawn.)
We like your face, and
We want to be your imaginary friend.
Want to be your imaginary friend.
When you were young,
You knew us well.
The cat had your tongue,
So you could not yell.
When you were cross,
All you could do
Was call it a loss,
Though this was not true.
We’ve since disappeared.
That is, until tonight,
When you turn out the light,
And everything stands still.
The wind’s direction shifts
And makes the curtains lift…
And you see us on the sill.
Every word that you’ve learned,
Every wish that you’ve burned,
Every single strand of hair in your head,
Every book that you’ve read:
We love you this much.
We want to be your imaginary friend.
Want to be your imaginary…
Friend.
Track Name: Archaeopteryx
Saw him in a book of fossils
Dancing with some old Apostles.
I think if I went back in time,
He’d be there, alive.
Root of all my jealousy.
Grounded in my devastation,
I can’t get no aviation.
Up in the sky, his grandchildren fly.
I don’t sing, I sigh.
Tell the Archaeopteryx
That I never wanted this
Featherhead metropolis.
Liar liar, wings on fire.
When it’s fast approaching winter
And I eat my turkey dinner,
Tickles of hate, they rattle my cage
And evolve to rage.
This is when I make a choice.
I will build a time contraption.
I will start a chain reaction.
Know what I think I’m going to do?
I am going to…
Tell the Archaeopteryx
That I never wanted this
Featherhead metropolis.
Liar liar, wings on fire.
Now the clock ticks,
And I hope this will fix
All the present bird tricks.
Farewell, Mr. Archaeopteryx.
Tell the Archaeopteryx
That I never wanted this
Featherhead metropolis.
Liar liar, wings on fire.
Track Name: Eyewishes
I’m without eyelashes.
I noticed, so are you.
We used them on wishes,
And none of them came true.
Terrible, I know, but fair is fair is fair.
I’m blinking up a storm,
But nothing’s ever ever there.
I’m without a soulmate.
I noticed, so are you.
What is that, anyway?
Copycat, I hate you.
Mirror mirror on the emotional wall.
I’m dancing like a fool,
But no one seems to care at all.
I’m without any more
Things to be without, since
Everything I longed for
Followed in my footprints.
Now I guess would be the perfect time to die,
So take care of my pets and plants,
And now I’ll say good…
Track Name: Bystanding
Bystanders
Bystanding.
Bicycling by.
Triumphant.
Trifecta.
Try not to cry.
Quadruple.
Odd-pupiled.
God of the week.
Quintessential.
Grin penciled in
Cheek to cheek.
Track Name: Indie Cindy & the Lo-Fi Lullabies
Indie Cindy & the Lo-Fi Lullabies
Released her first LP,
Entitled “Moe Is We”
To the private public just the other day,
Through Cindy’s very own label,
Acrobat Unstable Records.
But the only chart
That it even scratched
Was in Cindy’s heart,
Which would fall apart
‘Cause it was barely attached
To anything other than
Broken synthesizer keys,
Cassette tapes and burned CDs.
Indie Cindy & the Lo-Fi Lullabies
Ain’t getting very big.
In fact, her only gig
Was pathetic even though she dreamed it up.
In fact, it was a nightmare.
The sound just wasn’t right there.
And when she woke up.
And when she woke up,
That was when.
Indie Cindy broke up.
Indie Cindy broke up.
She broke up.
Not for artistic differences.
She just tore her studio down.
Threw her equipment around
In cyclonic displacement,
‘Til it looked like her basement again.
Track Name: Nothing Worth Loving Isn't Askew
You are red and blue and green,
Living like a living computer glitch.
You could change to anything.
All you gotta do is just hit the switch.
You are muscle, flesh, and bone,
Living in the land of automobiles.
If you ever lose your shoes,
All you gotta do is just click your heels.
Symmetry’s overrated, methinks.
Look at the scars all over the Sphinx.
Do you know that when you blink,
Each eye winks slightly out of sync?
Symmetry’s overrated, methinks.
Look at the scars all over the Sphinx.
Even the planet spins with a tilt.
Everybody’s built like a quilt.
Have you heard the awful truth?
Cursed asymmetricals go to hell.
If you trip and lose a tooth,
You gotta knock the other side out as well.
Gouge both eyes out and you’ll see
Empty sockets everywhere: self abyss.
Fill them up with mercury
So that I can see myself when we kiss.
Symmetry’s overrated, methinks.
Look at the scars all over the Sphinx.
Even the planet spins with a tilt.
Everybody’s built like a quilt.
Trees in the forest fall to the side.
Everybody’s got something to hide,
Except for me and my suitcase
Full of imperfections.
If the court has no objections…
Symmetry’s overrated, methinks.
Look at the scars all over the Sphinx.
I am lopsided, and so are you.
Nothing worth loving isn’t askew.
Track Name: This Hyper World
Oh, for the first time in your life,
You’re asking me for my advice.
But don’t you dare think you’re off the hook
Without me taking an honest look.
You got nothing up your sleeve,
You got plenty on your mind,
And your mouth is getting dry,
Because you’re yawning all the time,
And the days are getting longer,
But your patience ticks away,
And the wind could knock you over.
If the walls weren’t in the way.
What can you do?
What can you do about it?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Oh, you’ve got to close your eyes.
Strike that, you’ve got to open them.
Oh, your thoughts are flexible,
But somehow you have broken them.
You’re knocking at the door
Like you’d rather not find out
What is on the other side,
Because it proves beyond a doubt
That you never had a clue
What you wanted all along.
You attempt to hold your ground,
Like being weak is being strong.
What can you do?
What can you do about it?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Oh, I don’t know. Run outside and twirl.
Scream hello at this hyper world.
Oh, run the rooftop marathon
Until your sense of up and down is gone.
Discover ten brand new ways
To make tomorrow’s weather like today’s.
You’re stuck inside a pattern.
You’re stuck inside a loop
And you’re stuck inside a pattern.
You’re stuck inside a loop
And you’re stuck inside a pattern.
You’re stuck inside a loop
And you’re stuck inside a pattern.
You’re stuck, so take a hammer to it.
What can you do?
What can you do about it?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Oh, I don’t know. Run outside and twirl.
Scream hello at this hyper world.
I only understand myself.
Just me and nobody else.
I only understand myself.
Just me and nobody else.
What can you do? What can you do about it?
What can you do? What can you do about it?
What can you do? What can you do about it?
What can you do? What can you do?
What can you do? What can you do about it?
What can you do? What can you do?
Oh, I don’t know. Run outside and twirl.
Scream hello at this hyper world.
I don’t know. Run outside and twirl.
Scream hello at this hyper world.
Track Name: Deep in the Ocean
Deep, deep, deep, deep in the ocean,
Is a waterproof wristwatch that was dropped
From a boat on a cruise
By a man full of booze.
But even without a wrist it never stopped.
Through an accidental accident at the factory,
It was made so that it never need be wound.
For the watch ran on love,
Which it had plenty of.
For deep in the ocean there’s plenty of love to be found.
Below the boats and sky,
There’s no such thing as time.
There is no need for trying to
Put it together.
Put it together.
I believe we’ll someday lose our feet,
Pick up some gills, and travel
Deep, deep, deep, deep in the ocean,
And enjoy a life that never should get old.
But it can and it will,
For we’ll be human still,
And wherever ocean real estate is sold…
We’ll be buying and selling
And always propelling it forwards.
And the leader of fish will take a stand.
And we shall see it swim,
With a wristwatch on its fin.
And the race of fish will be taking over our land.
The fish will take our seats,
The schools, the farms, the streets,
And we’ll be stuck down deep and
Maybe we’ll never
Put it together.
Deep in the ocean.
Deep in the ocean
And motionless.
Deep in the ocean.
Deep in the ocean
There’ll be no sun anymore.
Below the boats and sky,
There’s no such thing as time.
There is no need for trying to
Put it together.
We’ll be forever.
Deep in the ocean.
Deep in the ocean
And motionless.
Deep in the ocean.
Deep in the ocean
And motionless.
Deep in the ocean.
Deep in the ocean
And motionless.
Deep in the ocean.
Deep in the ocean
And motionless.
So much for our fish friends!
Loose ends
Can’t be tied. (Tied.)
Old selves have died.
Goggle eyed
And chased by whales.
Swimmin’. Zoomin’.
Mermaid tails,
Almost human.
Skin turned to scales.
I conclude:
We’ve become sea food.
We’ve become sea food.
We’ve become sea food.
We’ve become sea food.
Track Name: Dinosaurchestra Part Three
Dinosaurchestra. Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra. Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra. Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra. Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra.
We can’t return to present.
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh.)
This may be less than pleasant.
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh.)
What’s that rock way up in the sky?
That’s our friend, Super Duper Meteor!
Does this mean we’re all gonna die?
Shook my Magic 8-Ball, and it said…
“As a powerful and complex computer of near omniscience, I can report with total confidence, after a careful .3 seconds calculating a whole world of probability and statistics, that yes, we are all gonna die.”
Dinosaurchestra. Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra. Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra.
We’ll all be blown up real soon.
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh.)
But not before we’re in tune.
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh.)
Won’t you be a good dinosaur?
We must be before we’re not.
Treat these creatures to an encore.
One last time is all we’ve got.
So, let’s rock out in a Dinosaurchestra!
And let’s all shout in a Dinosaurchestra!
Let’s have fun in a Dinosaurchestra!
One last time before we have to…
Dinosaurchestra. Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra.
(Before we have to die!)
Dinosaurchestra. Dinosaurchestra.
Dinosaurchestra.
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In a super-colossal explosion
And all become fossils
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Track Name: The Too Much Song
I can’t stop.
I can’t stop.
You’re too much.
Much too much.
I can’t stop…
…being in love…
I can’t stop.
…with you.
You’re too much.
(Too much.)
Much too much.
(Too much.)
I can’t stop…
…myself from…
(Being in love.)
…falling again…
I can’t stop.
…and when I’m…
…with you…
…I find no reason to.
You’re too much…
…or am I not enough? You’re…
(Too much.)
…and I feel this way.
Much too much.
The longer that I wait the more you are…
(Too much.)
…much to my dismay.
I can’t stop.
I can’t stop.
You’re too much.
Much too much.
I can’t stop…
…having this dream.
I can’t stop.
Can you?
You’re too much.
(Too much.)
Much too much.
(Too much.)
I can’t stop…
…the boat, I’m…
(Having this dream.)
…floating along.
I can’t stop.
I can’t canoe.
Can you?
Canoe? Oh, kangaroo.
You’re too much…
…or am I not enough? You’re…
(Too much.)
…and I feel this way.
Much too much.
The longer that I wait the more you are…
(Too much.)
…much to my dismay.
You’re too much…
…or am I not enough? You’re…
(Too much.)
…and I feel this way.
Much too much.
The longer that I wait the more you are…
(Too much.)
…much too far away.
(Too much.)
(Too much.)
(Too much.)