Sleepytime gorilla museum - Fc: the freedom club

Let us turn our backs on this world of ease
Let us turn our backs and walk away
Let us close our eyes to the glory of the machine

Let us close our eyes and walk away
The houses are all gone under the sea
The dancers are all gone under the hill

And let us dream now the impossible dream of a math professor

Even when the last tree falls, there will be fire
Even when the last bird is gone, Wooden boxes
Lovingly made by hand, filled up with fire
To blow off the hands of the strong
With wooden boxes

And let us never forget that the human race with technology
Is like an alcoholic with a barrel of wine


Rise up, friends of the freedom club, rise up
Dream your impossible dream
Crawl from your hole in the earth, crawl
The captains of this ship of fools are flesh and softer than wood
The freedom club, rise, wake
The hermit of the woods is gone
The shack taken down
Even though his mind now is drugged
His desperate warning lives on

Blandly titled, industrial society and its future

Rise up, friends of the freedom club, rise up
Dream your impossible dream
Crawl from your hole in the earth, crawl
The captains of this ship of fools are flesh and softer than wood
The freedom club, rise, wake

Let us lay to rest our future dream
Let us leave it to rust and walk away
Let us turn around on the road of progress
Let us go back the way we came

The houses are all gone under the sea
The dancers are all gone under the hill

Because we can

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