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Words and music by Will Orchard.
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Cornucopias

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released March 23, 2015

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Track Name: Cloud Is coming Anyways
i saw a green turtle, looking at the ground
told him to get up and look around

the cloud is coming anyways
we will all hear beautiful whisping, hey hey

sometimes both our eyes are blue
but then i realize, the water is blue too

the cloud is coming anyways
we will all hear beautiful whisping, hey hey

and i am looking at the far side of your brain
and i see sugar plums falling with the rain
there is dirt on the ground
but only underneath the grass
and i will know
you are forgotten

saw a couple of donkeys, sitting all alone
by the sidewalk, and the porch of your pine cone

the cloud is coming anyways
we will all hear beautiful whisping, hey hey
Track Name: Windshield Wipers
i am looking at my windshield wipers
instead of the road
i was thinking how you called me a viper
and i drove away
my face turned into the sun
and it burned the rope
connecting my head to yours
and i swallowed a hole

there is a jar of rainwater
waiting for my back home
covered by a blue blanket that's made out of your bones
it will evaporate and cover my skin
i will not wipe it off, but rather roll around in it

im goana cut my self lose
im going to release all the animals from the zoo
im going to arrange myself a noose
im going to ask you

why am i the leprechaun over the rainbow?
Track Name: Brain Cells (Old Version)
Reach into the ocean and pull you out
Or I could pretend that I never heard you shout
I could come back someday
And find out what will happen to me

I could pull the moon down from the sky
And the day that chickens learn to fly
I will hop on their wings,
And they will let me out

Some say the earth is an egg that is defected and dead
And the moon just hasn’t quite hatched yet
When it does they will leave
And be sent by the sun to bed

Struck me on the head
Brain cells floating ‘round your bed
But you can’t sleep because you know,
You’ll soon be dead
I could never see
Why you were always chasing after me
My imagination as you can see,
Is nothing more than fiction
Yellow birds were once hiding in each painting
Now their down in the mines, waiting just waiting
For another crack in the wall,
Their walls soon crack around them

Back when neighbors made a carpet out of the ground
Well he knocked me around, that’s how I learned to see each sound
Now I can’t hear the sweet sound
Or her voice in the night

When they fly off, I won’t stand to
But I will make enough room for you
I hope you’re ready, for what the birds are goanna tell you

Throw your hand to me,
What are you waiting for?
Look at the wings
What are you waiting for?
I could never see
Why you were always chasing after me
My imagination as you can see
Is nothing more than fiction
Struck me on the head
Brain cells floating ‘round your bed
But you can’t sleep because you know,
You’ll soon be dead
Look at the wings, what was I waiting for
I’m staring at the ground, followed by the sky
What was I waiting for?
Track Name: Trash
they confiscated everything
so i hear little whispers
of my toys and chirping peepers
calling me back to them

so i will jump into a dumpster on a friday night
and listen for my sweet singing trash
its my trash and im responsible for all the times i crashed
i crashed in your barnhouse
and i coughed the water away

i found my peepers lost in a cloud
forgotten now for days
ive been lost with them for a while
in the darkling haze
but hey, cloud
they can be found

so i will jump into a dumpster on a friday night
and listen for my sweet singing trash
its my trash and im responsible for all the times i crashed
i crashed in your barnhouse
and i coughed the water away

you are sturdier than a rock
and your mouth is always moving
but when i meet you in the haze
your body will decay

so i will jump into a dumpster on a friday night
and listen for my sweet singing trash
its my trash and im responsible for all the times i crashed
i crashed in your barnhouse
and i coughed the water away

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