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The mountains and the ocean seem to have special qualities that attract humans. The following series is about just that.

lyrics
Are we getting the fun out, yet?
We don’t want it to be our dying regret
It’s something we forget
Are we getting the fun out, yet?

Look what you chose
What will you choose
Wanna win or wanna loose?

Are we getting the fun out, yet?
God knows
Misery blows
’cause God knows
Misery blows

About The Song
The song was recorded extemporaneously using a Casio workstation, a mix board, microphone and M-Audio digital recorder. It is about the choice of happiness. Why not give fun like a gift?

Bring Out The Fun .MP3

Big Friggin’ Deal
I mean…
What’s the big deal?

For real?

Please spiel,
How you feel.

Need I beg and kneel?
Borrow or steal?

Tomorrow we’ll all heal?
Feast on thanksgiving meal?

Till then… guess it’s a friggin’ big deal.

Let’s wheel and deal.
Has mass appeal!
That’s a big friggin’ deal.

I’ll try to do the best I can,
With what I’ve been given,
I’ll try again and again,
If it’ll please heaven.

chorus:
I hope I measure up,
Should I fall off my horse,
Right myself… foot back in stirrup,
And, pray I can get back on course.

Noooo… can’t constrain,
For Her I’m driven,
I wanna be Her man,
Brawn and brain.

Kiss me,
So, that I will know,
Hug me,
So, my love will show.
(Into the future we shall go,
To the sound of children’s laughter…
Living happily everafter.)

We’ll kick it into,
Interstellar overdrive,
As we get into,
Some rock n’ roll n’ space truckin’,
We’ll be movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers charting their (very own) destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey.

Space Truckers, “Start your engines!”
It’s time to look alive,
This is no fantasy,
It’s much easier to survive,
When we act like we’re livin’,
Let’s get movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers purposely charting our destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey.

I like the look of your chassis,
Will you be my spiritual vehicle?
After seeing your undercarriage,
I’d like propose marriage,
Of our psyche,
Now, hope you don’t mind,
If I turn you on,
With the twist of your key,
I hear the beginnin’s,
Of your engine,
You purr when you run,
Back in the saddle, again,
I feel the heat of your seat,
And, it’s making my heart beat.

Enough of following losers,
Trying to peddle meddle,
You make up where I did lag,
Your mine and I’m yours,
Now! Faster! Pass Her this way,
And, I think we’ll find,
The ultimate payday,
Wow! I owe it to you — the checkered flag!

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
We are movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers arriving at our destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey…
Never wantin’ to abandon the sojourn.

You can be,
After all,
You are.

You can be,
Total,
No more.

But, would yawanna,
Dwindle…
Lesser?

Who’d wanna,
Terminal,
Temper?

Don’t wannbe,
Dismal,
For sure.

Luckily, it’s easy,
For me to be,
Me.

I appreciate,
Being fortunate,
Won’t consolidate,
My love.

I reiterate,
It’s a great fate,
To procreate,
Our love.

You can be,
What you wannabe.