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If Daniel Johnston, Herbert Hoover, L. Ron Hubbard, Mark Oliver Everett of the Eels, and several unclaimed pieces of facial hair accidentally fell into a human size blender (or if Rick Moranis shrunk them), they would likely taste delicious with half a cup of orange juice and 4 big spoonfull’s of mango flavored ice cream. They also might sound like Girl Scout Promise!
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Song description
Written and recorded 10/5/10. Recorded on iPhone.
I've stars atop my bedroom ceiling
From when I was younger and dreaming
About the cosmo's and vast darkness
I didn't yet know of our insignificance
If we were an inch left or to the right
We'd either be frozen, or on fire all night
But we are not, we are always just right
With the stars on my ceiling, my nightlight
When the inevitable meteor crashes into the ocean
My bedroom will shake, a tumultuous commotion
We will disintegrate like the T-rex
Sewn so nicely on my pillow case
The stars that twinkle from above on my ceiling
Have long since died, but I still think that they're alive
Orion's belt shimmers down on my own eyes
They've travelled hundreds and thousands of years to keep me awake
I've stars atop my bedroom ceiling
From when I was younger and dreaming
About the cosmo's and vast darkness
I didn't yet know of our insignificance
If we were an inch left or to the right
We'd either be frozen, or on fire all night
But we are not, we are always just right
With the stars on my ceiling, my nightlight
When the inevitable meteor crashes into the ocean
My bedroom will shake, a tumultuous commotion
We will disintegrate like the T-rex
Sewn so nicely on my pillow case
The stars that twinkle from above on my ceiling
Have long since died, but I still think that they're alive
Orion's belt shimmers down on my own eyes
They've travelled hundreds and thousands of years to keep me awake
