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Indigo Spy (Jazzy rock)
Under a Rubigo Sky
There stands the Indigo Spy
In his bright blue suit and tie
Is he the liar or am I
You’d better run and you’d better hide
The Indigo spy can see what’s inside
Like a shadow, here for half the day
Until he detects neglection and goes on his way
Skulking around
With his nose to the ground
He crouches down
The hide what he’s found
But don’t you know, Indigo, you cant hide nothing
You’d better run and you’d better hide
The Indigo spy just aint satisfied
Like a painter, needs every detail
Until he suspects detection and hides in a veil
But lite brite stalactites
Pierce through the night
And he’s picked right out of the crowd
Don’t you know, Indigo, you aren’t too hard to see
On Top of the World (Prog Rock ala Porcupine Tree)
Arrowheaded air assault
Loss without a sound
Toxic shells of cyanide salt
Hidden underground
Zouaves with precision drills
Jumping over obstacles
Folks that believe in miracles
With both knees on the ground
Now the billionaires
Invest their shares
In new age wares
That fire nuclear flares
We're on top of the world
Playing card table poker match
Cigars and cigarettes
Crafted with care
All our lives feel so secure
Everything’s great, there’s no need to share
We’re on top of the world
Drink a six pack of middle class
Fuel powered cannonades
Crafted with care
Ending lives never felt so secure
Lets start right away, there’s one over there
Sam the Gardener (Funky rock)
In a little brown barn
On a little brown hill
There’s Sam the Gardener
And the land he loves to till
Color like carnivals
Shines into his eyes
Of delicious fruits And vegetables
The springtime’s great surprise
He talks with cheerful tomatoes
And tries to hide his movement
From the open eyed potato
Whose vision needs improvement
He rides a cucumber submarine
To a carrot rocket ship
That’s powered by two tangerines
And a 44 ton turnip
There’s two lions on board
With lettuce frayed manes
And corn stalk legs
And celery veins
With cabbage patch brains
Grown so large due to rain
But they just can’t feel Sam’s pain
He’ll never return to his farm again | 
