Taken for a Ride (Instrumental)
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Marvin walked into a helpless land and wondered lightly
"Am I happy?"
"Is this happy?"
Following the footsteps left by man
He stepped to reprimand the mystic
So sadistic
Better half a century passed on later
Thought I'd be the next curator of this story
15 months not faltered once
Victorian dunce turned pico-luminary
This is scary
Listening to painted whispers
Pastel wailings, matte disquiet
Next the stranded cynic sits and toils
His fits and foils written slowly
Nothing's holy
Emotion versus cognition
Trial the pathos logos fission
This explosion of devotion
Lonely sulking halves that wanted
Just a taste of closure to implore them
To start living
30 hours each with minimal outreach
Not for sale, for fun
It's free, friend
Come to the deep end
Gazing on the abscessed silence
Woeful strokes of chordal whims
One solitary smile to go that extra mile
To make me feel today
To make it go away
The chemistry is gone
Taken for a ride
Far away from you
No longer left inside
Actor with his trident crown and blindfold
Smiled and counted three by nine-fold
Is it over?
Or is he just a cycle now interned?
A bridled foreword
The beginning of an era
Study write practice record
Program mix master film and edit
Then publish to the ether
Rinse repeat sir
When questioned, simply smile and wave
Look on your pile and say
Well, I'm no lightweight
Jesus Christ mate
Listening in tandem
To a sorrow of forgotten hills
One solitary smile to goad these woes and wiles
To help me see the day
I'll happily throw away
This chemistry of old
These beakers and vials
Far away from through
I'll come back in a while
One secondary smile to go that extra mile
To make me feel today
To make it go away
The chemistry is gone, taken for a ride
Far away from you
No longer left inside
There are no secrets anymore
I've laid them all out on the floor
(They're all for you)
You want something?
You know more about me than my family
All these sick unsightly maladies
Staving off the due insanity
Haptic feedback half-baked blasphemies
27 songs are yours
My blood, my sweat, my open doors
I've hurt reviled and reconciled
500 fucking hours and I'm finally getting bored
This story isn't over
I'm not sure that it's begun
But I'd just like to spend some more time
Enjoying being one
My quill is dry, my flat-line nigh
My tears arranged and poured
And yet still you want for more?
I think it's better when you don't plan things
Because you get too disappointed in things
But, I, this wasn't planned, it just grew
Started one little machine, then two, and five, and six
Only thing I'd probably do is like to have a bigger place
To display more things that I get rid of 'em
But on the other hand, big is not better, it's, better is what's better
I think, I like that quote "Better is better"
"Am I happy?"
"Is this happy?"
Following the footsteps left by man
He stepped to reprimand the mystic
So sadistic
Better half a century passed on later
Thought I'd be the next curator of this story
15 months not faltered once
Victorian dunce turned pico-luminary
This is scary
Listening to painted whispers
Pastel wailings, matte disquiet
Next the stranded cynic sits and toils
His fits and foils written slowly
Nothing's holy
Emotion versus cognition
Trial the pathos logos fission
This explosion of devotion
Lonely sulking halves that wanted
Just a taste of closure to implore them
To start living
30 hours each with minimal outreach
Not for sale, for fun
It's free, friend
Come to the deep end
Gazing on the abscessed silence
Woeful strokes of chordal whims
One solitary smile to go that extra mile
To make me feel today
To make it go away
The chemistry is gone
Taken for a ride
Far away from you
No longer left inside
Actor with his trident crown and blindfold
Smiled and counted three by nine-fold
Is it over?
Or is he just a cycle now interned?
A bridled foreword
The beginning of an era
Study write practice record
Program mix master film and edit
Then publish to the ether
Rinse repeat sir
When questioned, simply smile and wave
Look on your pile and say
Well, I'm no lightweight
Jesus Christ mate
Listening in tandem
To a sorrow of forgotten hills
One solitary smile to goad these woes and wiles
To help me see the day
I'll happily throw away
This chemistry of old
These beakers and vials
Far away from through
I'll come back in a while
One secondary smile to go that extra mile
To make me feel today
To make it go away
The chemistry is gone, taken for a ride
Far away from you
No longer left inside
There are no secrets anymore
I've laid them all out on the floor
(They're all for you)
You want something?
You know more about me than my family
All these sick unsightly maladies
Staving off the due insanity
Haptic feedback half-baked blasphemies
27 songs are yours
My blood, my sweat, my open doors
I've hurt reviled and reconciled
500 fucking hours and I'm finally getting bored
This story isn't over
I'm not sure that it's begun
But I'd just like to spend some more time
Enjoying being one
My quill is dry, my flat-line nigh
My tears arranged and poured
And yet still you want for more?
I think it's better when you don't plan things
Because you get too disappointed in things
But, I, this wasn't planned, it just grew
Started one little machine, then two, and five, and six
Only thing I'd probably do is like to have a bigger place
To display more things that I get rid of 'em
But on the other hand, big is not better, it's, better is what's better
I think, I like that quote "Better is better"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:27.97] Marvin walked into a helpless land and wondered lightly
[00:32.12] "Am I happy?"
[00:34.58] "Is this happy?"
[00:37.48] Following the footsteps left by man
[00:40.40] He stepped to reprimand the mystic
[00:44.02] So sadistic
[00:47.10] Better half a century passed on later
[00:50.13] Thought I'd be the next curator of this story
[00:56.80] 15 months not faltered once
[00:58.96] Victorian dunce turned pico-luminary
[01:03.32] This is scary
[01:06.23] Listening to painted whispers
[01:11.66] Pastel wailings, matte disquiet
[01:17.71] Next the stranded cynic sits and toils
[01:20.32] His fits and foils written slowly
[01:24.35] Nothing's holy
[01:26.91] Emotion versus cognition
[01:29.55] Trial the pathos logos fission
[01:31.42] This explosion of devotion
[01:36.97] Lonely sulking halves that wanted
[01:39.02] Just a taste of closure to implore them
[01:43.23] To start living
[01:46.43] 30 hours each with minimal outreach
[01:49.34] Not for sale, for fun
[01:50.91] It's free, friend
[01:52.84] Come to the deep end
[01:55.98] Gazing on the abscessed silence
[02:01.51] Woeful strokes of chordal whims
[02:08.48] One solitary smile to go that extra mile
[02:15.19] To make me feel today
[02:18.75] To make it go away
[02:21.84] The chemistry is gone
[02:25.49] Taken for a ride
[02:28.85] Far away from you
[02:32.32] No longer left inside
[02:34.84]
[02:44.10] Actor with his trident crown and blindfold
[02:46.85] Smiled and counted three by nine-fold
[02:51.03] Is it over?
[02:53.92] Or is he just a cycle now interned?
[02:56.84] A bridled foreword
[02:58.49] The beginning of an era
[03:03.54] Study write practice record
[03:05.19] Program mix master film and edit
[03:07.24] Then publish to the ether
[03:10.15] Rinse repeat sir
[03:13.10] When questioned, simply smile and wave
[03:15.49] Look on your pile and say
[03:17.25] Well, I'm no lightweight
[03:19.94] Jesus Christ mate
[03:22.82] Listening in tandem
[03:26.84] To a sorrow of forgotten hills
[03:35.07] One solitary smile to goad these woes and wiles
[03:41.55] To help me see the day
[03:44.65] I'll happily throw away
[03:48.00] This chemistry of old
[03:50.97] These beakers and vials
[03:54.21] Far away from through
[03:57.40] I'll come back in a while
[04:00.56] One secondary smile to go that extra mile
[04:07.18] To make me feel today
[04:10.27] To make it go away
[04:13.32] The chemistry is gone, taken for a ride
[04:19.82] Far away from you
[04:22.97] No longer left inside
[04:25.47]
[04:34.37] There are no secrets anymore
[04:39.84] I've laid them all out on the floor
[04:42.77] (They're all for you)
[04:45.62] You want something?
[04:46.96] You know more about me than my family
[04:50.39] All these sick unsightly maladies
[04:52.97] Staving off the due insanity
[04:56.15] Haptic feedback half-baked blasphemies
[04:58.73] 27 songs are yours
[05:01.25] My blood, my sweat, my open doors
[05:04.41] I've hurt reviled and reconciled
[05:09.49] 500 fucking hours and I'm finally getting bored
[05:18.64] This story isn't over
[05:23.19] I'm not sure that it's begun
[05:27.94] But I'd just like to spend some more time
[05:33.08] Enjoying being one
[05:37.91] My quill is dry, my flat-line nigh
[05:42.56] My tears arranged and poured
[05:51.36] And yet still you want for more?
[06:03.07] I think it's better when you don't plan things
[06:05.72] Because you get too disappointed in things
[06:07.55] But, I, this wasn't planned, it just grew
[06:10.14] Started one little machine, then two, and five, and six
[06:14.43] Only thing I'd probably do is like to have a bigger place
[06:17.74] To display more things that I get rid of 'em
[06:19.70] But on the other hand, big is not better, it's, better is what's better
[06:25.50] I think, I like that quote "Better is better"
[06:29.52]
[00:32.12] "Am I happy?"
[00:34.58] "Is this happy?"
[00:37.48] Following the footsteps left by man
[00:40.40] He stepped to reprimand the mystic
[00:44.02] So sadistic
[00:47.10] Better half a century passed on later
[00:50.13] Thought I'd be the next curator of this story
[00:56.80] 15 months not faltered once
[00:58.96] Victorian dunce turned pico-luminary
[01:03.32] This is scary
[01:06.23] Listening to painted whispers
[01:11.66] Pastel wailings, matte disquiet
[01:17.71] Next the stranded cynic sits and toils
[01:20.32] His fits and foils written slowly
[01:24.35] Nothing's holy
[01:26.91] Emotion versus cognition
[01:29.55] Trial the pathos logos fission
[01:31.42] This explosion of devotion
[01:36.97] Lonely sulking halves that wanted
[01:39.02] Just a taste of closure to implore them
[01:43.23] To start living
[01:46.43] 30 hours each with minimal outreach
[01:49.34] Not for sale, for fun
[01:50.91] It's free, friend
[01:52.84] Come to the deep end
[01:55.98] Gazing on the abscessed silence
[02:01.51] Woeful strokes of chordal whims
[02:08.48] One solitary smile to go that extra mile
[02:15.19] To make me feel today
[02:18.75] To make it go away
[02:21.84] The chemistry is gone
[02:25.49] Taken for a ride
[02:28.85] Far away from you
[02:32.32] No longer left inside
[02:34.84]
[02:44.10] Actor with his trident crown and blindfold
[02:46.85] Smiled and counted three by nine-fold
[02:51.03] Is it over?
[02:53.92] Or is he just a cycle now interned?
[02:56.84] A bridled foreword
[02:58.49] The beginning of an era
[03:03.54] Study write practice record
[03:05.19] Program mix master film and edit
[03:07.24] Then publish to the ether
[03:10.15] Rinse repeat sir
[03:13.10] When questioned, simply smile and wave
[03:15.49] Look on your pile and say
[03:17.25] Well, I'm no lightweight
[03:19.94] Jesus Christ mate
[03:22.82] Listening in tandem
[03:26.84] To a sorrow of forgotten hills
[03:35.07] One solitary smile to goad these woes and wiles
[03:41.55] To help me see the day
[03:44.65] I'll happily throw away
[03:48.00] This chemistry of old
[03:50.97] These beakers and vials
[03:54.21] Far away from through
[03:57.40] I'll come back in a while
[04:00.56] One secondary smile to go that extra mile
[04:07.18] To make me feel today
[04:10.27] To make it go away
[04:13.32] The chemistry is gone, taken for a ride
[04:19.82] Far away from you
[04:22.97] No longer left inside
[04:25.47]
[04:34.37] There are no secrets anymore
[04:39.84] I've laid them all out on the floor
[04:42.77] (They're all for you)
[04:45.62] You want something?
[04:46.96] You know more about me than my family
[04:50.39] All these sick unsightly maladies
[04:52.97] Staving off the due insanity
[04:56.15] Haptic feedback half-baked blasphemies
[04:58.73] 27 songs are yours
[05:01.25] My blood, my sweat, my open doors
[05:04.41] I've hurt reviled and reconciled
[05:09.49] 500 fucking hours and I'm finally getting bored
[05:18.64] This story isn't over
[05:23.19] I'm not sure that it's begun
[05:27.94] But I'd just like to spend some more time
[05:33.08] Enjoying being one
[05:37.91] My quill is dry, my flat-line nigh
[05:42.56] My tears arranged and poured
[05:51.36] And yet still you want for more?
[06:03.07] I think it's better when you don't plan things
[06:05.72] Because you get too disappointed in things
[06:07.55] But, I, this wasn't planned, it just grew
[06:10.14] Started one little machine, then two, and five, and six
[06:14.43] Only thing I'd probably do is like to have a bigger place
[06:17.74] To display more things that I get rid of 'em
[06:19.70] But on the other hand, big is not better, it's, better is what's better
[06:25.50] I think, I like that quote "Better is better"
[06:29.52]