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Introduction
01:52
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Flatwoods, WV
02:37
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You don't believe me, and I don't care
you don't believe me, but I was there
in the forest
with just my friends and my mom
the flashlight caught a glimpse of something terrible and tall
I know what I saw, but I didn't stick around to study it
3 owls in a trenchcoat with some terrible claws
It shot out some mist, made my eyes blister,
some swellin of the lips, my head all vertiginous,
oh baby, I know you don't believe what I say,
but if you been where I been
you'd never ever sleep again
you don't believe me
you don't believe
you don't believe me
you don't believe in anything at all
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3. |
Shadow People's Shadows
02:13
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My shadow haunts my footsteps,
I'm walking to a party,
soon I will become the very thing that's been haunting me
blending in with carpet,
writing on the walls,
using magic marker I will wire-shut my jaw
my silhouette is following from the second I get up
he is following and following, he cannot get enough
duality of nature shows itself in such a sight:
your other half is right behind you on the ground, devoid of light
I am going to a party
maybe this time I'll have fun
there is laughter ringing in my ears
and for a moment my shadow's gone
but I'm stuck on the shag carpet
the laughter echoes down the hall
it's happening now once again
my head absorbs my skull
my head absorbs my skull
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4. |
Squonk
03:07
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Won't you come out of your woods?
Won't you quit hiding, stop crying
you'll turn into a puddle,
and all your tears will turn the dirt to mud
I feel it under my skin
though it's ill fitting,
and I have warts all over my body
I'm ashamed
I'm ashamed so I hide in the shade
and I wait
and I weep away
and I waste away
and I watch
well my favorite squonk
played the honky tonk
made out of hollow logs
at the mouth of a secret gulch
and when I asked him to join my band
he got up and he turned and ran
and he yelled back
"I'm too ugly to be the one you want for your musical plan,
I hate my feet, and my arms, and my hands,
and I'd rather spend my day in silence"
Mr. Squonk, so sad
living in the woods
thinking about how ugly he is
don't make sense to me
but I guess if that's the way it has to be
you can go on in your ways
you can go on
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Well
I am not a moth
nor am I a man
I am something in between the two
or neither
and I come from an alien land
I'd love to give you a kiss
I'd like to give you a kiss on the cheek
but it's hard to make friends when everybody is scared of me
my big red eyes terrify and frighten the people away
it sucks being an urban legend because everybody just talks behind your face
they only talk about your past
and the one time you crossed paths
"it had big red eyes and it followed me home,
it had big red eyes and it followed me home"
that's right I did
I am not a moth
nor am I a cop,
but if I see somebody acting reckless
well I'll catch up and I'll tell them to stop
I really hate when people endanger the lives of themselves and others
it's really reckless,
I just cant get behind that sort of thing
but some such gestures just don't go over well
they think "oh a flying demon straight from out of hell"
when in truth, I'm a lonely guy and I just want a hug
I'm a friendly guy, I just want a hug
you don't understand,
I can't enjoy the same things as you
'cause I'm always in hiding
I don't wanna fly down and freak people out at burger town
I just want a burger
what's hard about that?
I'm a lonely guy and I just really want a burger
just let me have a burger, please
I'm tired of getting played like this
you people need to believe me alone, thanks
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6. |
Small Steps, Bigfoot
02:53
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You are a beast
you are a black eyed beast
and your big black eyes shine bright like big black beetles
your beet-red lips kiss and tell
your fingers are like weevils
I swear that you're good but people think you are evil
you are a beast, but at least you have friends
are you hiding in the woods again?
At least you have friends
you think nobody listens
you think nobody cares
well I do
yeah I do
you believe in me
and I'll believe in you
you are a beast
you are a big eyed beast
and you're beautiful beyond belief
and this life is a mountain crawling with monsters and creeps
and the first step to living is a walk with your bigfeet
you are a beast
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