Uploaded November 2021 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
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Lyrics:
There are lessons in the lives of those who walk further than the rest of us
There are those who travel roads we cannot follow or can't see
And they carry a small light into the still and heavy night
For every one who makes it home, there's one who's swallowed—
Chorus:
Into the crowd, into the battle, into the loud and raging streets
Into the arms of some idea from which they cannot find relief
There are those whose pain is hunger, there are those who live in need,
There are those who work as slaves, and there are prisoners to be freed
From the factories and fields to where the desperation yields
There is a loving hand and a will of steel to follow—
(Chorus)
There are lessons in the lives of those who walk further than the rest of us
There are those who travel roads we cannot follow or can't see
And they carry a small light into the still and heavy night
For every one who makes it home, there's one who's swallowed—
(Chorus)
Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
There are lessons in the lives of those who walk further than the rest of us
There are those who travel roads we cannot follow or can't see
And they carry a small light into the still and heavy night
For every one who makes it home, there's one who's swallowed—
Chorus:
Into the crowd, into the battle, into the loud and raging streets
Into the arms of some idea from which they cannot find relief
There are those whose pain is hunger, there are those who live in need,
There are those who work as slaves, and there are prisoners to be freed
From the factories and fields to where the desperation yields
There is a loving hand and a will of steel to follow—
(Chorus)
There are lessons in the lives of those who walk further than the rest of us
There are those who travel roads we cannot follow or can't see
And they carry a small light into the still and heavy night
For every one who makes it home, there's one who's swallowed—
(Chorus)
![UnReal Estate 06 - Creatures of Habit [HQ]
Sung by Cecilia Eng. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Chorus:
Were creatures of habit, afraid of the unknown,
Afraid of being different, afraid to be alone.
The tried way is the best way, or so it always seeems,
But were creatures of habit who arent afraid to dream.
They say that we had paradise when ignorance was bliss,
They say that human knowledge was what sent things amiss.
Well, one mans paradise is oft another persons hell,
And if we have had another dream, perhaps its just as well.
(Chorus)
They said that the Earth was square and flat, that it had corners four,
They said that youd fall off it if you sailed away from shore.
It goes to prove you cant believe just anything they say;
Some dreamers going to try to do what cant be done one day.
(Chorus)
They said it was a waste of time to build flying machines;
If man was really meant to fly, God would have made him wings.
So when youre sipping cocktails on a mid-Atlantic flight,
Drink a toast to all the dreamers who brought you to that height!
(Chorus)
They said that building rockets was another waste of cash,
That man was never meant for space, the craze would never last.
Well, weve been to the Moon and back and left our footprints there;
Our shuttle flights are monthly now, with cargo space to spare.
(Chorus)
They say the stars are out of reach, too far away to roam,
They say the speed of lights a wall thatll keep mankind at home,
That interstellar travels an escapist sci-fi dream—
Well, that may be, but I, for one, am not afraid to dream!
(Chorus) UnReal Estate 06 - Creatures of Habit [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Sc5xpYF2AHs/mqdefault.jpg)

![Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Were Still Here [HQ]
Its Sister Jennys Turn to Throw the Bomb track 08. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Chorus:
Were still here
Were still here
Eighty-two hard years and more and were still here
Attorney General Palmers gone
Were still here
Edgar Hoover, too, passed on
Were still here
(Chorus)
Not so big as we used to be, but
Were still here
Still out to get the poor folks free
Were still here
(Chorus)
We have skills the poor can use
Were still here
We will teach them where we choose
Were still here
(Chorus)
War and peace have come and gone
Were still here
We still keep on keeping on
Were still here
(Chorus)
Were the IWW
Were still here
And to this day we trouble you
Were still here
(Chorus)
Time has made us hard to kill
Were still here
Through all winds surviving still
Were still here
(Chorus) Leslie Fish & the Dehorn Crew - Were Still Here [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TgstQD0ngW0/mqdefault.jpg)
![Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - A Warning for Unknown Voters [HQ]
Tapeworm I track 10. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
A man is setting off a bomb to destroy the human race
On the bright blue world he stands upon that floats in empty space.
The whole world sees the villain there, and the other side as well,
But no one knows the ones who chose to let him sound the knell.
Chorus:
Steppe by steppe the shortest war can be won, can be won.
Many stones can kill the whore, singly none, singly none.
And together, what we will we’re perpetrating still.
Many germs can make one ill, singly none, singly none.
Place the blame on the Kremlin masterminds, and the White House over here,
And the people who pay taxes on their hatred, greed, and fear,
And all who stand to profit by the war machine supply.
Place the blame on the unknown voters, too, who never bat an eye.
(Chorus)
Place the blame on the Bomb’s designers, and the makers of each part,
And all who man the radar scan to watch the nightmare start,
And all the unknown voters, from shore to crowded shore,
Who gave one fool the power to set off the final war.
(Chorus) Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - A Warning for Unknown Voters [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TriOsdtOmQI/mqdefault.jpg)
![Aislinn (Anne Prather) - Fire Falcon [HQ]
High Wings track 5. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Firefalcon rising higher,
Flies with thunder enfolding,
Mounting heaven with desire,
Climbs above oceans rolling.
Firefalcon, golden raptor,
Afterburners whitely burning.
Up and out the open door,
Fire pinions heaven yearning.
Day turning twilight curving
Rising to orbit speed.
Now silent thrusters serving
Acceleration friction freed.
Sing metal stir with motion
Newer engines made of music.
Firefalcon to creation,
Starbound on the first harmonic.
Firefalcon singing joyous,
Freer flies, heaven to capture.
Freer flies the stellar chorus
Falcon soars into rapture. Aislinn (Anne Prather) - Fire Falcon [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/U6SCdmcvGHo/mqdefault.jpg)
![Free Fall & Other Delights 20 - S.T.L. (Reprise) [HQ]
Sung by Cynthia McQuillin and Vic Tyler. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Farewell, farewell, the ports are sealed
And the drive room thunders with the engines song
Mark our trace on the star-flung field
For space is wide and the future long
Space is wide and the futures long Free Fall & Other Delights 20 - S.T.L. (Reprise) [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/V-yIWzLrM6g/mqdefault.jpg)

![Jordin Kare - Moon Miners [HQ]
Parody Violation track 9. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics (Diana Gallagher):
Lunar twilight, dying day.
Shadows linger on as sunlight slowly fades.
Darkness deepens as night is drawn,
And its so very long until another dawn.
A lunar miner stirs in his converted canister,
Rubs his eyes, and glances at the time
Another day, another shift, tons of rock to dig and lift,
Moving dozers through the shallow lunar mines.
4 a.m. or noon, makes no difference on the Moon,
Clocks are just for keeping schedules defined.
The rugged miners claim a man can go insane,
Seven days of sunshine and seven more to go.
And midnight madness mars the beauty of the stars;
Darkness is forever, Luna turns so very slow.
Then a hundred pairs of eyes are drawn to the skies
Scanning the horizon, anticipating Earthrise.
Eighteen months a tour, lunar miners must endure
Many hardships, for the work is never done
A hundred men, no more, mine a million tons of ore
Every year, to tame the power of the Sun.
But somehow they survive, their spirits kept alive
With hope for the future and a dream of Island One.
Lunar sunrise, darkness wanes.
Cold and gray, dawn crawls across the plain.
Blinding glare glistens on the crater rim
And its so very long until the sun goes down again
And its so very long until the sun goes down again
And its so very long until the sun goes down. Jordin Kare - Moon Miners [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/VdFFfaZLqM0/mqdefault.jpg)
![Technical Difficulties - Technical Difficulties 2 (Hallelujah Chorus) [HQ]
Please Stand By track 12. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
(Im/shes) a soprano! (Im/shes) a tenor!
(Im/shes)(not) an alto, (Im/shes)(not) an alto, hallelujah!
Technical difficulties cause headaches. Hallelujah! hallelujah!
For we have difficulties rehearsing.
(Im/shes) in Beltsville! (Im/shes) in Greenbelt!
Thats in Maryland! (Im/shes) in Boston!
For we have difficulties rehearsing.
Hallelujah! Okay Sheila, you come in now, hallelujah!
I cant learn this unless its on tape, hallelujah!
I can hear my note!
I learned this on the first time!
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
Technical difficulties cause headaches. Hallelujah! hallelujah!
And when we all are here to rehearse,
The difficulties seem to just get worse!
Its 6 oclock and Linda is working late.
Its 7 oclock (Im hungry! Im hungry) and TJ is hungry.
Its 8 oclock and time to eat!
So lets rehearse, I have to go to work soon!
Its 9 oclock and Im getting sleepy.
Its 10 oclock and Sheila is leaving.
Is this the note? (Forever and ever! / Im leaving! / Im hungry! / Hallelujah!)
Is this the note? (Forever and ever! / Im leaving! / Im hungry! / Hallelujah!)
Is this the note? (Make it higher, make it higher, hallelujah! hallelujah!)
Is this the note? (Make it higher, make it higher, hallelujah! hallelujah!)
Is this the note? (Make it higher, make it higher, hallelujah! hallelujah!)
Thats high enough! (Thats high enough, thats high enough!)
This songs too low, we need (a/my) capo!
Its lost again, forever and ever
You had it last! (No, she did! No, she did!)
You had it last! (No, I didnt! No, I didnt!)
Forgot the capo, well just sing in a different key
A different key!
A different key!
A different key!
A different key!
This song goes on forever and ever
Forever and ever (I hate this key)
Forever and ever (I hate this key)
Hey, I found it! Heres the capo! (Hallelujah! hallelujah!)
Is it over? Yes, its over!
Hallelujah! Technical Difficulties - Technical Difficulties 2 (Hallelujah Chorus) [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/W0xmnRVz1Q0/mqdefault.jpg)

![Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - Auctioneers Hymn [HQ]
Tapeworm I track 4. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:
O Lord, Thou hast made this con an auction runner’s dream.
And given time I’d sell it all, right down to the film room screen.
From charcoal sketch to color print, I sell them all, O Lord:
Predestined from the time the pencil hits the drawing board.
These artists are inspired with a gift I’ll never know.
They send their marvels down to me, and I’m pleased to have it so.
For though their artwork warms the soul, their humble gift to Thee,
I know what truly moves this shit are my auctions, Lord, and me.
I know Thy market’s very very wide, and the auction room is small.
But those who dare to come inside I hoodwink, one and all.
Their judgement crumbles to my skill; they bid at my command.
I hit them with a hundred tricks they rarely understand.
Behold these prints and sculpture work that fill the art show floor.
I’ll sell them all for the highest bid and leave them wanting more.
And fools they be who fail to see why I hold my auctions here,
For the art show room is a warehouse razed by the skill of the auctioneer.
Going, going, gone! Bob Kanefsky/Leslie Fish - Auctioneers Hymn [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/WLYDdPYFtIM/mqdefault.jpg)