Archaeopteryx

by Sunspot

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released February 28, 2014

Produced by Eric LaBrosse at Cherry Pit Studios in Menomonee Falls, WI
Written and performed by Sunspot

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Track Name: Archaeopteryx
I’m lost in time,
a relic of some forgotten past.
Where is my kind? I guess they just couldn’t last.
A reproductive dead end,
just more carbon left to waste.
Another life form couldn’t keep up in the race.

I missed out on the Golden Age,
too young to fit in and too old for this decade,
anyway.

A live oxymoron,
like an unexploded bomb.
An unwelcome guest who never,
knew where he belonged.

In this God-forsaken pit,
it’s just survival of the fit.
There is no why, evolve or die,
Archaeopteryx.

Adapt or be selected against,
but don’t get left behind.
The march of progress has a very tight deadline.

I missed out on the Golden Age,
too young to fit in and too old for this decade,
anyway.

A live oxymoron,
like an unexploded bomb.
An unwelcome guest who never,
knew where he belonged.

In this God-forsaken pit,
it’s just survival of the fit.
There is no why, evolve or die,
Archaeopteryx.

To all you boomers and the world that you screwed up,
I want to eat you like a Titan,
Beat you like I'm Tyson.
And you millennials who never can shut up,
Make me wish that Y2K,
Flushed you all away,
And my kind goes extinct.

A live oxymoron,
like an unexploded bomb.
An unwelcome guest who never,
knew where he belonged.

In this God-forsaken pit,
it’s just survival of the fit.
There is no why, evolve or die,
Archaeopteryx.
Track Name: Chariots of the Gods
Sad little one,
doesn’t wanna feel alone,
She hates the trash that spawned her,
She hates her broken home.

She likes it when I say aliens,
made Homo sapiens.
She loves it when I talk Martians and,
the Chariots of the Gods.

The blood of the unearthly,
Better than the blood of the ugly,
Bred for more than just servility,
Bred for more than this burned out hole.

Long ago and far away,
They built Easter island didn't they?
Long ago and far away
Something mixed the DNA.

She likes it when I say aliens,
made Homo sapiens.
She loves it when I talk Martians and,
the Chariots of the Gods.

Fire rains down from the skies,
An ET with human eyes,
Not just an orphaned kid,
She's like the pyramids,
Adopted by angels riding chariots of the gods.

Sad little one,
doesn’t wanna feel alone,
She hates the trash that spawned her,
She hates her broken home.
Long ago and far away
Something mixed the DNA.

She likes it when I say aliens,
made Homo sapiens.
She loves it when I talk Martians and,
the Chariots of the Gods.

Fire rains down from the skies,
An ET with human eyes,
Not just an orphaned kid,
She's like the pyramids,
Adopted by angels riding chariots of the gods.

In love with it and what it means,
She loves the power in her genes.
In love with it, in love with dreams,
She loves the way it sets her free.
Track Name: Mine Without A Holiday
Tell me nothing of your life,
I painted you as an angel,
These lines, these curves don't do you justice,
But if it's all the same to you, I'll draw them just as well.

I can't believe you're not on paper,
I can't believe you're made for me to touch,
I will accept that you are mine without a holiday,
But not that I deserve as much.

Tell me nothing of yourself,
I sculpted you as a goddess,
This lifeless clay don't hold a candle to your visage,
But if it's all the same to you, I'll shape it in your image

I can't believe that you're not fiction
I can't believe you're made for me to hold.
I will accept that you are mine without a holiday
But not that I should be so bold.

I will accept that you are mine without a holiday.
But not that I deserve as much.