Just a dancehall narwhal listen to my whale call Just a dancehall narwhal looking through the tank walls If I could dance with biped limbs and not have to swim with these narwhal fins I think I’d spin all the dolphins and learn to jive and then I’d truly feel alive Swimming circles in an aquatic cave everyday wishing I could feel the sun’s rays Swimming circles in an aquatic cave everyday Feeling like a dried out chunk of clay I wanna be a dancehall narwhal but in the aquarium is where I have to stay Just a dancehall narwhal listen to my whale call Just a dancehall narwhal trying to smash the tank walls I'm cool flopping on the ground with horrified people all around I’d dance to the sounds make my self proud because I tried to dance until the day I died Swimming circles in an aquatic cave everyday wishing I could feel the sun’s rays Swimming circles in an aquatic cave everyday Feeling like a dried out chunk of clay I wanna be a dancehall narwhal but in the aquarium is where I have to stay

I’m eating my macdonalds by myself Im eating my macdonalds in this well, and I cant tell, if this is heaven or if it’s hell because they both probably have macdonalds I’m eating my MacDonalds with my hands I’m singing about Macdonalds in this band It wasnt planned, my resistance stronghold’s unmanned I just gotta get to a Macdonalds Macdonalds craving, I need someone to save me If I don’t eat a mcdouble I’m gonna die Macdonalds craving, I need someone to save me I can’t get the fillet o’ fish off my mind Do you want fries with that? (NO) I want another patty daddy, Oh Macdonalds craving, I need someone to save me If I don’t eat a mcdouble I’m gonna die Macdonalds craving, I need someone to save me I can’t get the fillet o’ fish off my mind

I sold my seahorse today I didn’t know it would end up this way My cherub toes fell off The hot glue I got starts to rot My shins start to fold and this crease brings me down to my knees and the pot holes swallow me whole. Got soft pegs to walk on I make a better chair than a flair I try to light these wick limbs anyway Impotent and blinded by the glare I’m trying to get my horse to come back here In the heat my body starts to disappear You can lead a horse to fire, but you cant make him think. Sold my first squids today I didn’t realize I wanted him to stay I tried calling his name An old photo fell out of my mouth I tried to make out what was in it but my head just started spinning and crayon wax built up around my eyes Got soft pegs to walk on I make a better chair than a flair I try to light these wick limbs anyway Impotent and blinded by the glare I’m trying to get my horse to come back here In the heat my body starts to disappear You can lead a horse to fire, but you cant make him think.

Bats fly to their deaths cause of the hum Can’t move from this spot cause of all the gum Need a flood to cleanse this moulded world Need to find a way to shed this mechanical burden, embrace the earth and drink something verdant I wanna go to the beach Ditch the city Grab some CDs for the drive I wanna swim with sharks in the dark Find a cliff and try a dive I wanna make a raft with sticks float around with jellyfish I wanna wash these cuts on my face with salt water Barracudas go for silver instead of gold Electric eels make electric blankets if you get cold The sirens sing and beckon you to te deep But they take an interest because They want harmony Fix the arsonists' dreams So they sing beautifully I wanna go to the beach Ditch the city Grab some CDs for the drive I wanna swim with sharks in the dark Find a cliff and try a dive I wanna make a raft with sticks float around with jellyfish I wanna wash these cuts on my face with salt water

There were so many fish in my school There’s a lot of talent in this pacific pool But most of these fish they don’t get their turn Because they can’t resist the dangling worms A trout gets hooked, another squid vicious Every one is doomed and each one, he wishes He could resist the worm We’re golden fish stars, playing coral bars You see a poster at the dock it’s probably ours There were more fish punks but they got hooked not hooked on drugs they just took the bait, squid vicious on a plate and they ate him! I remember going to shows Jumping up and down with my fish bros Then my favourite singer came to my reef And then he played his guitar for me I wanted to be like this brilliant artist But then I saw the rise and fall of ziggy starfish We’re golden fish stars, playing coral bars You see a poster at the dock it’s probably ours There were more fish punks but they got hooked not hooked on drugs they just took the bait, squid vicious on a plate and they ate him!

I haven’t seen a human in days I live in a utopia, where my dolphin and I can play We’re content being alone After all a dolphin’s the smartest pet you can own We watch TV while we float in the living room When you live with a dolphin there is a lot you can do Like look into each other’s eyes and sing I can't talk I'm trying to walk my dolphin now Can't you see my dolphin and me are trying to hang out I'm not into bingo or golfing, just wanna hang with my dolphin I'll catch you later man To test my dolphin’s intelligence I quiz him I really have a dolphin, this is not a metaphor for onanism I need a faithful pet by my side I don’t understand why people buy pets they can’t ride If they take my dolphin away I won’t be able to cope Hanging out with a dolphin everyday has made me a misanthrope But they’re getting concerned about the things we do in the dark Having a dolphin lover is a little weird, but I think my willy should be free to do it wants I can't talk I'm trying to walk my dolphin now Can't you see my dolphin and me are trying to hang out I'm not into bingo or golfing, just wanna hang with my dolphin I'll catch you later man

Ten go into the water, one comes back out Took the plunge as a man, but he’s a zombie now First sailors feared him but there was no need This zombie sailor doesn’t wish to feed on men He wants shark meat Shark blood Shark meat A shark feast! Captain Quint undead, rises from his watery bed To find and kill Anything with sharp teeth and gills Great whites and tiger sharks and hammer heads will all be dead Zombie Quint won’t stop until he makes the big blue red Bloodthirty Quint wears a nefarious grin Because tonight he dines on salted shark fin But then something catches the zombie sailor’s eye (A doll’s eyes) Giant Megalodon sixty feet long with jaws eleven feet wide He wants shark meet Shark blood Shark meat Shark Feast Quint swims after this king of the sea He’s driven by unquenchable greed The biggest shark he’s ever seen Is really a disguised submarine Now zombie Quint is finally dead Mecha-Megalodon put a torpedo through his head Captainn Quint is dead, He won’t rise from his watery bed He was killed But a submarine with sharp teeth and gills Great whites and tiger sharks and hammer heads will all be fine The mecha-megalodon’s arsenal literally blew the Zombie’s mind

Manatee, Why you mad at me, I am asking for your help I’m trying to set myself free but from grace I fell I know I ate your cousin, that wasn’t supposed to happen, I’ve been trying to use my brain to bend the bars of the cage I’m trapped in Today I saw a shipwreck and gave a ride to the captain I’m a straight-edge shark, no more blood for me I’m a straight-edge shark I only eat veggies I’m a straight-edge shark no blood for me I’m a straight-edge shark I don’t want to feed on fish friends, or on scuba-diving men I’m even done smoking sea-weed Mr Killer whale, why you look so pale when I swim past you I can’t change the past but what’s a shark gotta do To please the guys whom I wronged in fits of selfish bloodlust I can smell blood three miles away, but the stench of the past never goes away look for sunken ships in the sea bowels today I’m a straight-edge shark, no more blood for me I’m a straight-edge shark I only eat veggies I’m a straight-edge shark no blood for me I’m a straight-edge shark I don’t want to feed on fish friends, or on scuba-diving men I’m even done smoking sea-weed Fish are friends They’re not food So what you gonna do when you’re at a party When the lobster drops her coat you see that body Yum, I smell chum, Must not succumb! Because... I’m a straight-edge shark, no more blood for me I’m a straight-edge shark I only eat veggies I’m a straight-edge shark no blood for me I’m a straight-edge shark I don’t want to feed on fish friends, or on scuba-diving men I’m even done smoking sea-weed

There’re bubbles everywhere, they’re in my hair bubbles dancing around my head They’re bubbles everywhere I can't help but stare at the bubbles above my bed But I don’t have gills Soon I’ll be still And the bubbles will carry this final song to no one. I never really liked standing stil That’s why I tried to chisel my own gillsl But when I jumped into the sea The bubbles evaded me When there’s no air to breath do the neutron bounce and enjoy life in the current! There’re bubbles everywhere, they’re in my hair bubbles dancing around my head They’re bubbles everywhere I can't help but stare at the bubbles above my bed But I don’t have gills Soon I’ll be still And the bubbles will carry this final song to no one. A goldfish grows to meet the size of the bowl I always felt like my bowl was trying to swallow me whole So I swapped my eyes for Xes Received a toilet exit The sewer sludge tarnished my shine But battered scales are part of life in the current Funny things, Bubbles. Perfectly rounded manifestations of submerged voice. Cute little blissful bulbs devoid of intention. I once tried to have a conversation with a wandering bubble. The bubble didn’t come across as rude in the same way that a child preoccupied with little blocks doesn’t seem rude It was merely oblivious-- or totally indifferent to my existence. Now, I endeavour to interact with this bubble some more. -- I’m watching ballet dancers performing an eloquent routine on an old Greek scale. They communicate with undulating reciprocal movements, careful to maintain balance and to keep the conversation interesting. These dancers have never met but they fully understand one another. Their language is brash and prurient but they can never touch, or else the scale will tip. I try to engage with the dancers but a guard turns me into liquid, bottles me up and sends me back to the surf; An unintelligible message in a bottle, liquid divided from other liquid by a thin layer, like a bubble of concealed air floating without a care; an aesthetic jewel for a child. Bubbles are tiny, jettisoned escape-pods. Indolent units bearing messages with a return address too soaked to make out. I track this nebulous carrier further, but soon realize neither one of us is allowed to have a plan. Our journeys are dictated by the rhythms of the deep: An inexorable drum stomp, sewn to a slimy croaking stand-up bass bludgeoning. Siren songs reign prodigious, immaculate and lewd. Oh that’s right I came down here in search of food, a mermaid lover to brighten my mood, but all I found was a current in the flowing glue. Comic book voice bubbles suddenly show a sardonic glow. The lights flicker on the ride, before dimming fully, but I feel the seemingly evasive bubble cuddle against my ear before popping as if to say “only the hopeless dark brings out the lark with numbing secrets as songs--you hoped for a dove didn’t you?” (But it wouldn’t be right to divulge the actual message concealed in the bubble.) All I can say is the bubble reveals a familiar voice harmonizing with the sirens. Then I remember Jeff Buckley was lost in this same river. Many swan songs of sailors and lost-at-sea singers just come out as bubble escape pods Last lamentations, lyrical improvisations, vicious desperate squeals for eels, remarks for sharks, riffs of authentic blues lost in the big blue, all trapped in wandering bubbles, available to doomed people stuck in the current like me and like you. There’re bubbles everywhere, they’re in my hair bubbles dancing around my head They’re bubbles everywhere I can't help but stare at the bubbles above my bed But I don’t have gills Soon I’ll be still And the bubbles will carry this final song to no one.