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The following 8 songs are SPACE CREATOR BAND casually jamming around the house on acoustic guitars. Some videos are recordings of us for the first time ever playing our "new" songs all the way through with the correct structure - "We The People", "Tell A Vision Via Satellite", "Freight Train". In these, you are watching our creative process unfold. Some videos are recordings of us just warming up to some older originals - "Magic Beans", "Mr. Postman". Our first video ever was an entirely freestyle, spur-of-the-moment creation, both musically and lyrically - "Wake Of Capo". In this you are watching us channel ancient freak from outer space. |
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MAGIC BEANS
Space Creator Band a rich mans goal is a fools dream this poor man sat on the sidewalk strumming patiently political man he came this way and said hey Mr. I need your vote today he looked at you with a smirk on his face and said, hey i've been there before and it always seems to end in war so no, political man, i could not support your ways i always hoped I would meet you just so I could say have you ever seen a hungry baby cry does it hurt you, i forgot, you're dignified have you ever seen a white dove sail over the sea, it's free we will overcome, my friends, hand in hand a crazy man, you're always following me you're saying you preach the word of god in all your tv's and all your magazines but even in me your corrupt media i see trying to turn me into something that I really don't desire to be I'd like to be free have you ever seen a loved one die does it hurt you, i forgot, you're dignified have you ever seen a white dove sail over the sea, it's free we will overcome, my friends, hand in hand the more i thought about it, the more i realize that in times like these i wish i had some magic beans i'd plant them on my magic hill watch this world expand and burst through your canopies of oppression |
FUNK MASTER GYPSY MAN
Space Creator Band I'm a funk master gypsy man I was born on the 4th of July with this axe in my hand I sing about the good things but I can't forget the sad People wonder where I came from and where the hell am I going But that really is no concern of theirs now is it I'll never forget that Mississippi night Sitting under the tree the sun was so bright When it all went down we heard a voice that said, "How do you do" Took a greyhound bus many years ago It was he and his lonesome soul And he hurried back as quick as he could Because he knew we were here, and he said Maybe if you were just a little more pretty they would all listen to you Maybe if you dressed like everybody they would all love you Maybe if you tried to be like everybody they would all respect you Maybe if you drove the same car they would think better of you |
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MR. POSTMAN
Space Creator Band Mr. Postman, here's a letter for you Mr. Postman, bring me some happy news The world I live in is so sad Look at all these people and all they have Still wanting more, more and more Mr. Postman, here's the door Mr. Doorman, I'll hold the door for you Mr. Doorman, I don't have any happy news The world I live in is sad too Look at all these people and the crazy things they do The world I live in is so sad Look at all these people and how they're acting so bad Still wanting more, more and more Mr. Doorman, I can't take no more |
Tell A Vision Via Satellite
Space Creator Band Don't sit too close to the TV it might burn your eyes Cosmic rays from outer space beamed off a satellite You're on cloud 9, are you feeling alright Fire's raging overseas, turbulent indeed, but the stars still twinkle at night Don't sit too close to the TV it might burn your eyes Don't listen to every story they tell you cuz you know it might be lie Go outside the grass still grows green, wind blows, sun still shines The view from this angle makes everything seem so bright Don't sit too close to the TV it might burn your eyes Why's everybody gotta go "bzz", hide their evil faces behind a glamourous smile Watch out for the propaganda beams falling far from the sky Break me off with some bad news and a fuzzy kitten to tide me by There you were riding the tidal wave Into the moonlit night There you were imitating my shadow side See the trail through the water, it only leads to you Nobody sees the same trail that you do You can fight it if you can stand but you're never change the truth at hand You're gonna die someday How you live your life is up to you, hear what I say Don't sit too close to the TV it might burn your eyes |
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WE THE PEOPLE
Space Creator Band How can you discover land and meet a man? Why would you sail the ocean blue with a plundering hand? How can words turn this world from flat to round? But cries from the poor never seem to make a sound Just how do you view the birth of the red, white and blue? Were they rebelling against leaders, for what else did they do? I guess they were not patriotic since they did not support the man Give me the poison because I'll speak the truth and die by my own hand We the people got something to say We the people got something to change We the people got something to do We the people gonna take it back from you How can you see when the media distorts the truth? I bet you caught the latest fad, let me see your brand new shoes How can you be a walking billboard for all those that bring you down? Out to make a buck, destroy local business bringing poverty to your town After all it's we the people, not we the monopolies It's about us, not some untouchable, plastic aristocracy How can words turn the world from flat to round Yet cries from the poor never seem to make a sound We the people got something to say We the people got something to change We the people got something to do We the people gonna take it back from you |
FREIGHT TRAIN
Space Creator Band Nobody seems to hear us speak They push us away like we have a contagious disease, TB Nobody sees our freight train Yet it's loaded to go and it's on the way We tried to speak but the chief got mad He wrote all these laws that hold us back You know we tried to stand but he made us fall I guess that we're just not too tall all at We must be wrong, we can't be right The chief is never satisfied We might be right yeah, but we can't be wrong Lest we let our certainty fall on too strong All of these hypocrites try to tell us what to think They don't realize just how easy they sink Into the plastic world that we always preach about The ironic plot always seems to twist them around and around |
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WAKE OF CAPO
Space Creator Band 2005 no one could have known times are turning no one could foresee in the distant times still coming for all to see every time across the waves to the shoreline in the day turn into the night no one could see the sun no one could see us in your light no one saw the stars, they didn't shine at night you were so bright take your materialistic philosophy and run away into your own world it's not mine if mine is shared with everyone else who would never care in this world the story comes, it's on the way here it comes, it's on the way what will the rich do when the meteor comes and takes them through changes everyone is left all the same no way to get your resource from the shores of africa no way to keep your fame there'll be no more media there'll be no more stereo's in your room there'll be no more hysteria for you to consume that you can't bring or do you can't bring that too ultimate terror is not in your hands Wake Of Capo was our first home video recording ever - lyrics and music completely freestyle . . .
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Robert Johnson's music will always be inspirational . . .
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