Get down with yo bad self.
Lyrics and music: Chris Ryan
Recording: Fuzzcat
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Funky tunes but the lyrics paint a picture of a dry arid world slowly being cooked by the sun. However, lessons of the past can be the messages from the future.
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Oceans
Look out now your toes are tappin'
Feet stompin' and your finger's snappin'
Shoulders grooving and your hands are clappin'
Forget about it all just get up there dancin'
Row to row, front to back
Bodies seeking sweat just let it relax
Beat takin' over, rhythm is the mind
Release like water, ebb and flow with time
Gravity grips, swayin' through your hips
Breath slow and steady, thought gone, just forget it
Moral supposition, carnal disposition
Forget about it all, here comes the transition
Chorus:
Sorta like the ocean
Can't you tell
Sorta like the ocean
See that swell
Sorta like the ocean
Can't you tell
Sorta like the ocean
See that swell
Take you to the future 3006
Disease, war, and famine
Took a population hit
Seas only stretch in legendary tales
Along with des_c_r_i_p_tions of fauna like whales
No more coastlines, they all dried up
300 years ago came an age of mud
Sun kept shining to beat us all down
Stretching coastlines the whole world 'round
Living in oases, structures of sand
People tied to water as they always have
People in the past just didn't understand
Said, "You can't do nothing." You always can.
Chorus:
Try and fail now is a seed for the future
Never underestimate the power of nurture
If you let a dream die before it's alive
You only guarantee no one will survive
What do we want? Hope.
What do we need? Love.
What do we want? Hope.
What do we need? Love.
Chorus:
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