A moody, dark, trip-hop-esque voyage through a small town, glazed with Grandaddy-style confectioner's sugar
All sounds produced or sequenced by Joel Christian
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Remember when I told you I was
Ready for a change, I needed
Something different, something from
Another distant place, well I was
wrong
I never knew
I took a trip by city bus to
Downtown Winter Park, I pulled
The cord a stop too soon and waited
Till the next, the driver was a
Saint
Or maybe the devil
When all creation's waiting in the
Car
Assume the worst and hit the gas
Relax until the ceiling halts your
Motion
In a gorgeous explosion
Remember when we ran away to
Canada in wintertime, we
Didn't have a clue how cold the
Air could be we nearly froze to
Death
We found a cat
I put the tiny creature in a
Wooden box without a vent, I
tightly closed the lid and when I
Left the room I knew the cat was
Dead
Or maybe it wasn't
When all creation's waiting in the
Car
Assume the worst and hit the gas
Relax until the ceiling halts your
Motion
In a gorgeous explosion
[instrumental bridge]
When all creation's waiting in the
Car
Assume the worst and hit the gas
Relax until the ceiling halts your
Motion
In a gorgeous explosion
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