First you take that shovel Put it to the ground Dig deep boy, deeper still Until you hear that clanking sound Get that ore into the sack Bring it back to your commanding chief For every pound of Cobalt dug He’d give a few more grams to sniff Then up your nose and back again For the next sack to be filled It takes a hundred trips or more To get a single battery built == Commanding cheif will pass it on Until it reaches chinese shores To a working camp for the poor Sweating hours on the floor They’ll form and mold it to the specs Of a gayish californian cat Into a slicker alumni case And sanitize it from their breath The breath they have now for not long As lungs become all crammed for space To hold the chemicals of bond and gloss Magnificent devices they do make == Then on the stage will come a god For audience of thousand cheers All neatly dressed and Ion rich Their bellies full of sprouts and bear “Supply control, humane approach” The slogans they’ll reveal While gazing blankly at the men Seas and borders attempting still A longer life, a faster fill The battery of the future’s here Indeed a life of fun and thrills And cheap supply of human will == And here I’m writing this On such a fine machine While being unplugged for days An Artisan Cobalt Dream A longer life, a faster fill The battery of the future’s here Indeed a life of fun and thrills And cheap supply of human will

Now is the time (Em G) To step out of line (D Em) Spend your last dime Commit minor crimes Now is the time (Em G) Let go of mankind (D C) The world is fine (Am) “Fear comes out of thought” - So he says (F Em A A) “The limits of matter are the ones the dread” (--) “Senseless desire, the cause of it all” (Bm F A A) “You are what you are, just because” (Bm F A A-G) Still you sit and complain, watch the news “She just called him a crook”, what a muse! Your guts are all swollen from stuffing inside The freedom you lack, the feeling you hide F# G Em Em There’s nothing to do or to say Politicians are agents, of interest and pay The media’s all jaded, the network controlled Your tweets pathetic if nothing gets sold Now is the time To speak out your mind

From her nose to the fin She's all sanctity, no sin In her bowels, deep within I've been churning the best of my years Where no man has set foot Lies have treasure, the loot Spacious visions of fruit I've been serving away as my youth Soaking deep to the skin I've been searching for keen All around where I've been But forgetful the faces they seem But I'll scan the divine Accidental and kind 'Till I get what is mine I'll be patient, respectful of time

Rays of sunshine trying hard to put a face Stormy clouds are holding tears close to the chest The wind hauling muted, dark, without a sound We’re messing around ... Peeling cloths in secret places no one knows Riding shotgun in the backseat of a Ford Nature silent then, our kingdom to behold Now this is old Was it something that I said? That has made you go away That has helped you cross the line Now you’re chasing ghosts and signs Signs that tell you what to think and where to eat Ghosts from files named “X” and “Never to Delete!” You twist and turn at night before you go to sleep Oh, what a creep Was it ... And now you’re talking In different tongues that I don’t understand And now you’re singing Hymns and praises of another man Who’s done you wrong

Now is the time (Em G) To step out of line (D Em) Spend your last dime Commit minor crimes Now is the time (Em G) Let go of mankind (D C) The world is fine (Am) “Fear comes out of thought” - So he says (F Em A A) “The limits of matter are the ones the dread” (--) “Senseless desire, the cause of it all” (Bm F A A) “You are what you are, just because” (Bm F A A-G) Still you sit and complain, watch the news “She just called him a crook”, what a muse! Your guts are all swollen from stuffing inside The freedom you lack, the feeling you hide F# G Em Em There’s nothing to do or to say Politicians are agents, of interest and pay The media’s all jaded, the network controlled Your tweets pathetic if nothing gets sold Now is the time To speak out your mind

First you take that shovel Put it to the ground Dig deep boy, deeper still Until you hear that clanking sound Get that ore into the sack Bring it back to your commanding chief For every pound of Cobalt dug He’d give a few more grams to sniff Then up your nose and back again For the next sack to be filled It takes a hundred trips or more To get a single battery built == Commanding cheif will pass it on Until it reaches chinese shores To a working camp for the poor Sweating hours on the floor They’ll form and mold it to the specs Of a gayish californian cat Into a slicker alumni case And sanitize it from their breath The breath they have now for not long As lungs become all crammed for space To hold the chemicals of bond and gloss Magnificent devices they do make == Then on the stage will come a god For audience of thousand cheers All neatly dressed and Ion rich Their bellies full of sprouts and bear “Supply control, humane approach” The slogans they’ll reveal While gazing blankly at the men Seas and borders attempting still A longer life, a faster fill The battery of the future’s here Indeed a life of fun and thrills And cheap supply of human will == And here I’m writing this On such a fine machine While being unplugged for days An Artisan Cobalt Dream A longer life, a faster fill The battery of the future’s here Indeed a life of fun and thrills And cheap supply of human will