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Round 5, Week 8

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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Day in day out always I..solated process working every night and breathing gases HElium for air and SHEets of Latex add the chemicals to slow the oxidation and decomposition of rubbers roll the edges so lonely brush to fold lips now throw it on the belt and out for packing 20 to the bag and for the children fly high as dreams little ones hold tight don't ever let go working here for years and saving pennies aint got much to show but feeling happy just a lot of air and many colors guess that's all that's needed Float high thine lovely balloon float high Float high thine lovely balloon Float high thine lovely balloon float high Float high thine lovely balloon
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It's high low high Cut the chord let's fly Up the ladder high up high Up to here in rubber n helium Sick to death of vagabonds stealing em Whens the little guy get a turn at the high life Machines to blow and sew the vanity Adding up to this insanity This one needs a break call the home the wife It's High low high Emotions let them fly Make a man a marter Make a man a thief Low high low Cut the chord, lets go Up the ladder High up high Doesn't matter Raise it high up high Smoke and mirrors fuel the mystery Crank the gears. Blow the factory Raise one for the little man Strong Hands slap the back Show the boss make a statement Payback for the years' mistreatment Workers become troopers Primed on the attack Full of hot air Devil may care Kicking ass and feeling peachy Full of passion Don't give a Damn for fashion Mother Mary come and save me
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Sitting here, in the factory Feeling, full of gloom Working hard, assembly line Making black balloons It's times like these when a man has to think And sit right back and pour a lonely drink Laaaa, la la la la, laaaaaa, la la la la Laaaa, la la la la, laaaaaa, la la la Looking back, at this life With this gun, and this knife Black balloons, falling down A broken soul, will drown Black balloons, shooting down A broken soul will drown
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Once The stories always spun Seemed like everything thrown at the sun Was never coming down Aloft in the ether, never to be seen again But everything fades as the air grows thin There's a crack where the doubt takes hold Best of intentions for miles within Can it be so impossibly cold? Keeping the sky above the ground Keeping the surface clean Searching designs for every flaw Somehow, escaping the atmosphere This speed Pressure of the gas Where the force meets resistant mass A universe conspired Where the drag coefficient Plots against these hopes, inspired There's no escape, this velocity Calling transcendence to bear Climbing the branch of the sweet gum tree Just to melt in a solar flare Keeping the sky above the ground Keeping the surface clean Searching designs for every flaw Somehow, escaping the atmosphere
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Balloons Assembly lines with machinery As far as the eye can see Pouring oil on the parts that move And making sure it all runs smooth Mixing and stirring the dye Creating colors that fly Balloons that are made today Will celebrate Then fly away One by one, day by day Gone to play So far away Sitting for a while, then standing at the line Changing colors from time to time This has to be the best job around In this lonely town Shipping out the ability To carry smiles on a string Balloons that are made today Will celebrate Then fly away One by one, day by day Gone to play So far away SOLO (Inject your own!) Can’t let the line run too slow So many places to go Balloons that are made today Will celebrate Then fly away One by one, day by day Gone to play Balloons that are made today Will celebrate Then fly away One by one, day by day Gone to play So far away
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Pressure, all this pressure, all this pressure Threatening to pop Higher, floating higher, ever higher 'Til it reaches the top Dying, feel like dying, feel like crying Some days it never stops Blowing across the room Lives exploded far too soon Trying to make it to the moon Then just gone Waiting, simply waiting, this is grating On some nerves Looking for a reason, for a season To return Watching as the clock ticks, all the artists Start to turn Blowing across the room Lives exploded far too soon Trying to make it to the moon Then just gone Then just gone Then just gone Pressure, all this pressure, all this pressure Threatening to pop Blowing across the room Lives exploded far too soon Trying to make it to the moon Then just gone

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This week's assignment is from Corky:

"Write a song in first person about someone who works in a balloon manufacturing plant. (You are the person at the plant). You may not use any of the following words:

I, Me, My, Mine, You, Yours, His, Hers, Them, Theirs, She, He, We, Us, our, ours,

Melody and style are wide open!

Have fun!"

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released March 16, 2015

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