, sing along, sing along (New civilization) New civilization, new civilization All over this land Let the music play, let the music play (New civilization
(1st VERSE) Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east, Paralyzed and possesed by crusadors deceased, Lost in the silence, the call from the
Monica: A kayak . . . on snow . . . a mountain Spider: There's a mountain on the beach? Monica: It was under the beach John: A mountain under the beach
John: Maybe the kayak is just a big worm Monica: I found that to be a possibility Spider: The worms stop in the tunnels sometimes John: Where are the
Monica: D-a-a-a-a-a-r-r-r-k W-a-a-a-t-e-r-r-r Spider: Yeah, it's trying to say something . . . Monica: D-a-a-a-a-a-r-r-r-k-k-k W-a-a-a-t-e-r-r-r Spider
Spider: Flowing inside out creates neutral energy. Now, that makes the light get thick. Then you've got this converter, and what that does, is, it takes
Louis: RAAAH! ATTACK! ATTACK! Attack and get on ee, eee, each pony or . . . boogey man or something Roy: Sure, aren't you glad I'm not too hairy . . .
Louis: Yes . . . Roy: I kind of miss him Louis: Yeah, me too Roy: Getting on top of him and all Louis: He had a very nice body too Roy: Yeah, even though
John: You know as well as I do that cold light generation depends on your state of health and energy Spider: I'm gonna turn on a cold light Moon: Don'
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Spider: I think I can explain about about how the pigs' music works Monica: Well, this should be interesting Spider: Remember that they make music with
I. Negative Light II. Venice Submerged III. The New World Order IV. The Lifestyle You Deserve V. Creationism VI. He Is Risen
Louis: Ah, I wish Motorhead would come back. Oh wow, Motorhead . . . Motorhead . . . Where are you Motorhead? Roy: He's probably getting eaten by one
Motorhead: He's in the wrong piano Louis: No, you're in the wrong piano Roy: No . . . Motorhead: This is a Steinway Louis: You are! Roy: It's not a Baldwin
Spider: We can get our strength up by making some music John: That's right Monica: Yeah . . . yeah John: But the thing is, you know what? Spider: What
Gilly: I'd like to be . . . someplace else right now. It's much too crowded in here. Where would I like to be? Girl
FZ: Tonight you guys are going to try and figure out the pigs' music Spider: You see if we understood it, maybe we could help the pigs understand John
Girl 1: WhatA's it like when... when they play piano ? Does it hurt your ears ? Larry: No, I found a corner. Girl 1: Yeah. Larry: Yeah. Girl 1: Soundproof
