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Mole Conversation

Within the conclave of moles
The Big Chief declares:
		Know yourself
		Own yourself
		Be yourself
Try riding across the water on a bicycle, suggests the Oracle
The pip-squeaks add:
		Old weather is forgotten
What’s gonna save us? Mumblings from the burrow
Don’t make a mountain out of…the unconvinced replied

Within the conclave of moles
The Big Chief declares:
		Know yourself
		Own yourself
		Be yourself
Try riding across the water on a bicycle, suggests the Oracle
The pip-squeaks add:
		Old weather is forgotten

 The Big Chief declares:
		Know yourself
		Own yourself
		Be yourself
What’s gonna save us? Mumblings from the burrow  
The pip-squeaks add:
		Old weather is forgotten 
Don’t make a mountain out of…the unconvinced replied 

What’s gonna save us? Mumblings from the burrow
Try riding across the water on a bicycle, suggests the Oracle 
Don’t make a mountain out of…the unconvinced replied 
Within the conclave of moles

Sudden Gusts

Who owns the iguana that answers to Ramona? 
The mind of the wind contains sudden gusts of cantankerousness
Silliness is indefensible when it hardens into tradition
The Circus of Rightness can’t always be wrong, can it?
It’s as confusing as where Schrodinger's Cat goes to the bathroom
At worst the moon is nullified by rolling fog

Who owns the iguana that answers to Ramona? 
The mind of the wind contains sudden gusts of cantankerousness
Silliness is indefensible when it hardens into tradition
The Circus of Rightness can’t always be wrong

The mind of the wind contains sudden gusts of cantankerousness
It’s as confusing as where Schrodinger's Cat goes to the bathroom
The Circus of Rightness can’t always be wrong
At worst the moon is nullified by rolling fog

It’s as confusing as where Schrodinger's Cat goes to the bathroom
Silliness is indefensible when it hardens into tradition
At worst the moon is nullified by rolling fog
Who owns the iguana that answers to Ramona?

Be Patient

Be patient without waiting
Says the poet
Memory is our savior
Get lost in the silence that liberates
Make visible what is invisible
Meaning dissolves when you look too hard

Be patient without waiting
Says the poet
Memory is our savior
Get lost in the silence that liberates  

Says the poet
Make visible what is invisible  
Get lost in the silence that liberates 
Meaning dissolves when you look too hard 

Make visible what is invisible 
Memory is our savior
Meaning dissolves when you look too hard 
Be patient without waiting

Convention

Within a posse of badgers
Conventional notions are being dealt a deathblow
Tightly strung neurosis taken to a high style
A salvo of gutsy and quixotic doggerel
Disreputability raised to the level of ecstatic and heartrending art
Beyond that judge for your self!

Within a posse of badgers  
Conventional notions are being dealt a deathblow 
Tightly strung neurosis taken to a high style 
A salvo of gutsy and quixotic doggerel  

Conventional notions are being dealt a deathblow
Disreputability raised to the level of ecstatic and heartrending art 
A salvo of gutsy and quixotic doggerel 
Beyond that judge for your self! 

Disreputability raised to the level of ecstatic and heartrending art 
Tightly strung neurosis taken to a high style 
Beyond that judge for your self! 
Within a posse of badgers

Slipping into Darkness

Slipping into darkness  
Within these pauses of pleasure upon Erector Set innocence
You can chance deep gondola romance and not carry
despondence into your life
Pretty soon you got to pay
Worry is a shoddy fortune teller
You know she loves drinking whisky while laughing at the moon

Slipping into darkness  
Within these pauses of pleasure upon Erector Set innocence
You can chance deep gondola romance and not carry
despondence into your life
Pretty soon you got to pay 

Within these pauses of pleasure upon Erector Set innocence
Worry is a shoddy fortune teller
Pretty soon you got to pay
You know she loves drinking whisky while laughing at the moon

Worry is a shoddy fortune teller
You can chance deep gondola romance and not carry
despondence into your life
You know she loves drinking whisky while laughing at the moon
Slipping into darkness

In the Country of Loners

In a country of loners sides can’t exist
Being privy to a joke no one else is on 
Revising the laws of nature
Less an impulse than a code of ethics
If you don’t get grounded soon you’re gonna go into orbit 
Are you born to stay and fight, or born to leave?

In a country of loners sides can’t exist  
Being privy to a joke no one else is on 
Revising the laws of nature 
Less an impulse than a code of ethics  

Being privy to a joke no one else is on
If you don’t get grounded soon you’re gonna go into orbit  
Less an impulse than a code of ethics
Are you born to stay and fight, or born to leave? 

If you don’t get grounded soon you’re gonna go into orbit 
Revising the laws of nature 
Are you born to stay and fight, or born to leave? 
In a country of loners sides can’t exist

So What?

We are all, in the end, mysteries to ourselves.
You think that you know something special?
So what?
Question everything you know.
What we care for has a short shelf life.
It may be real, but is it true?

We are all, in the end, mysteries to ourselves.
You think that you know something special?
So what?
Question everything you know.

You think that you know something special?
What we care for has a short shelf life.
Question everything you know. 
It may be real, but is it true?

What we care for has a short shelf life.
So what?
It may be real, but is it true?
We are all, in the end, mysteries to ourselves.

For What It’s Worth

For what it’s worth 
With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,
The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple, 
Not all answers are available on the spot,

For what it’s worth
With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,

With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple,  
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,
Not all answers are available on the spot,

The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple, 
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
Not all answers are available on the spot,
For what it’s worth.