Race : In
(whistling)
um-um-um-oh-towm-oh-hum-hum
oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh.
um-um-um-oh-towm-oh-hum-hum
oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh.
um-um (um-bum) um-oh (um-oh) hum-hum (hum-bum) hum-hum (hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um (um-bum) um-oh (um-oh) hum-hum (hum-bum) hum-hum (hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um (um-bum) um-oh (um-oh) hum-hum (hum-bum) hum-hum (hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um (um-bum) um-oh (um-oh) hum-hum (hum-bum) hum-hum (hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um (um-bum) um-oh (um-oh) hum-hum (hum-bum) hum-hum (hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um (um-bum) um-oh (um-oh) hum-hum (hum-bum) hum-hum (hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um (um-bum) um-oh (um-oh) hum-hum (hum-bum) hum-hum (hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um-um (hum-um-bum) hum-um-oh (bum-bum-oh) hum-hum-bum (hum-hum-bum) hum-hum-hum (hum-hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um-um (hum-um-bum) hum-um-oh (bum-bum-oh) hum-hum-bum (hum-hum-bum) hum-hum-hum (hum-hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um-um (hum-um-bum) hum-um-oh (bum-bum-oh) hum-hum-bum (hum-hum-bum) hum-hum-hum (hum-hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
um-um-um (hum-um-bum) hum-um-oh (bum-bum-oh) hum-hum-bum (hum-hum-bum) hum-hum-hum (hum-hum-bum)
oooh-wah-oooh-wah-ohhhh.
hum-hum-hum-hum hum-hum-hum-hum hoe! oh! woa! oh! woa! oh! woa! oh! wee! wee! wee! we we.
Atlas
Highly distorted quotation from Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged":
"Eddie Willers pulled his shoulders straight, in conscientious self-discipline. He had to stop this, he thought; he was beginning to imagine things."
urrrr!
Verse:
people women people when the hair is hammer
water in the pot room in the yimmer yammer
people women, people women, people women! people women!
hero's hammer, winter shona were beginner
helmet hammer (x2)
Chorus:
single ms crook, oh-way-oh
single ms crook, oh-way-oh
single ms crook, oh-way-oh
single ms crook, oh-way-oh
kinky mister cook, oh-way-oh
caesar's at the barbells, oh-way-oh
single ms crook, oh-way-oh
the chorus doesn't matter
Verse x 2
Chorus
Verse x 2
Dddiamondd
The water might be stolen
But the clothing won't be
Water's in others
Stalling in the latter
Take me to the
Thing is in the vision of another showing
D Diamond D!
Spinning like a prison
spilling from the temples of America is
Calling nothing on the communism
Fishing with the sin unto unglorious
sandwich on the mother text
and here's what's written on it:
Spinach so meticulous and measurements a-shimmering
Positions of a room within a room that make it
Jim that wasn't really such an entity
You were fishing, you were thinking, sorry, you are a prism.
Wieners in the corners throwing images
of misty other mirrors, they, inchoate, sub-possible
but in the news I counted
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
corners of the wheelie Cornish
When you get there
What you are presuming
Is the same as they were staring at the devils of the television
See what's there, one Happy Meal
the souvenir will be here when they hit you
with the stabbing of the communism.
Physical reflection that I feel in my--
I am a reflection of anenome
But am I reflection of anenome?
Is it you, a friend of mine?
*whistling*
Tonto
oh oh! he he, um!
oh oh! here we come!
oh oh! he he, um!
you'll be a mirror!
oh oh! he he, um!
oh oh! here we come!
oh oh! he he, um!
eels on a mirror!
oh oh! he he, um!
oh oh! here we come!
oh oh! he he, um!
oh oh - yah.
Leyendecker
uh-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh-uh
woo-ooh-woo-ooh, hoo-oo (x5)
uh-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh-uh
woo-ooh-woo-ooh, hoo-oo (x4)
woo-ooh-woo-ooh, hoo-oo
uh-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh-uh
woo-ooh-woo-ooh, hoo-oo (x2)
ooh-ooh, woo-ooh,
hu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (x5)
Rainbow
Once, one time, I was
A-maned and shouldered
Once, my voice, of
A faith cut in its plane
Why, words sell out of gold
A maze
Statement so clear
Once, one time, I was
Arranged
I was amazed.
Bad Trails
The night, the night
The night is here
The night is stale come
Stale clef!
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh!
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh!
Steel womb!
Never tied, never tied, never tax
The night, the night
The night is still old
The night is stale come
The night is bae, bae, best
The night is still quiet
Be-be-be-eh-est
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh-oh
oh oh-oh-oh-oh
oh.
Prismism
(inaudible):
give me back my plum
give it back to me
i want that plum, chum.
Snare Hangar
(instrumental. Some farm animals)
Tij
Quote from Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead (encoded as a series of increasingly urgent inhalations and exhalations) :
"But you see," said Roark quietly, "I have, let’s say, sixty years to live.
Most of that time will be spent working. I’ve chosen the work I want to do.
If I find no joy in it, then I’m only condemning myself to sixty years of torture.
And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me.
But the best is a matter of standards—and I set my own standards.
I inherit nothing.
I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one."
Race : Out
instrumental, evoking a train on the Transcontinental Railroad, conveying John Galt across the country in a mission to stop the engine of the world, his true motivations unknown and unknowable.