released april 2012
This record is actually about the mighty planet earth, and was made after seeing a lot of things that were too incredibly idiotic, and things that were the most amazing sights I had ever seen in my life..It was made while being stuck going no where and travelling as far as I possibly could.. and how both those things make a person be better than what they ever were before. It is also a bit of a disco album.. not sure exactly why.
Fukachuk Egg Machine - Mighty Planet
No hair
Small scale replica
Of giant transformation
Fitting in a box
Made of marmalade and patience
Powered by a motorcycle
Driven by a bear
No one is there
No one has hair
Reading out my tea leaves
Underneath the stairs
Pockets filled with small fish
For lucky poster findings
Hoping I’ll fix everything
By closing lips and hiding
No one is there
No one has hair
Green grass
Different layers fit between
My thumb and all the things I see
And flapping wings and breathing smile
Today is such a massive day
And every day is a massive day
And every day I hope you say
That I have been the best I can
When all the things inside my hand
Are falling down beside my thumb
I keep on telling you I’m dumb
When all the cats inside this town
Follow chocolate mice around
I keep having to introduce myself
To people that don't exist
The colours are too bright today
There's ten million things that I have missed
I swallow down this food you gave me
Thinking that I’ve had enough
And walk around inside your veins
And pout my lips to show I care
Eat it all and be alright
And be the right shape every night
Click the clock into the time
When all the people fit this place
She stole your milk
And made you cry
But you stitched together
All your clothes
Street signs
My fingers are sore again
And I can't seem to understand
Circular things outside
And I seem to always hide
And hold my hand again
While we wade across this sea
To be with the only things
That make some sense to me
It's all backwards here
Things turn all wrong ways
There's things that I want to be
I keep just being me
I’m not as scared to fall any more
But what good is it for
When I can't cross the street
In any way that pleases me
Socks in a proper knot
Feeling inside my shirt
Below it's always there
I’ll sit on all your stairs
Inside my eyes at night
Actually all the time
Little bits fall away
Some bits are there to stay
You're right almost every time
I see that now, it's fine
Initiate me in this club
This club's for all of us
Juicy fruit
Juicy fruit, juicy fruit
Chewing you up
Right now
There you go
Down low
Juicy fruit
Gonna walk to the truck
Gonna step inside
Gonna see all the dogs
On the side of the street
They're barking outside
Barking in you
Fuck you juicy fruit
Go back home
Through with you chewing you
Go back home
I know you feel you're right
And your flavour is strong
But fuck you juicy fruit
Go back home
Come back another day
And all the people think it's okay
Not now I’m sick of it
Come back another day
Juicy fruit
Fuck you
I’ve had enough
Enough of you
Juicy fruit
Fuck you
You taste like nothing but glue
Mist
Little blades of grass
Under foot today
Can not see the sky
It has gone away
Click click click she says
Underneath her breath
Living in a home
Made from years of dirt
Stepping near your legs
Stepping on the earth
Ribs are pulling out
And want to leave that town
Making room for you
While you make no sound
And I have understood
Some more things you said
They roll around outside
And roll in to my head
Open up these arms and eyes
And fall down all these steps
I must be brave today
And make sure this one's kept
It only makes sense to be inside this
Falling over shoe box
And give you my kiss
Ear walls
Eat your food bit by bot
Study the walls and then you sit
And my two hands free themselves
And cover my eyes
While you are here
Don't let words
Break down these machines
That were built by mending
Socks and jeans
Fill up holes with apple sauce
And put straws inside
Every drink
Study the walls and
Talk to him
He'll paint you a new mouth
Hands and skin
Soda pop fills up my mouth
Tilt my head back
And build your house
This machine is strong
And might work well
I wish I could paint
Folded up silk
And hide inside only
Some of the time
Do up your new coat
And wave goodbye
Chickens
I’ve got a farm
It's not a real farm
It's upstairs
I’ve got a farm
The only thing there
Are piles of chickens
Piles of chickens
Well they're all cooped up in a chicken coop
And it's living in my mind
And it's there for you
And I promise you that I will treat them right
Every day and every night
Chickens
Well they're all cooped up in a chicken coop
And I promise you that I will treat them right
And I’ll only use them for they're eggs
And I’ll only give them both my legs
And I promised them I will not see
And I promise them that I won't be
All the things I need to keep on being here
I’ve got a farm
It's not a real farm
It's up stairs
The only thing that I have there is chickens
Little chickens
And I brought each and every one
And I saved up
It was from the heart
And it was dreams coming true right and left
And I put them down
And inside their nest
They are laying those eggs
I’m gonna eat them up
But they don't mind because I treat them so good
Those chickens
I’m gonna use them for their eggs but thats okay
Because I treat them right
I say I’ll do my best this time
And they believe me because they are nothing but fucking chickens
One or two might die this year
But it's okay because there is always more near to my heart
Those little chickens
It's okay if they go astray
Because I’ll just make up these stories any way
I’ll say that they are okay and they don't mind
Because it's not a real farm
It's just upstairs
Chickens
It's not a real farm
Musical footwear
It's like when CD players didn't work in cars
And maybe if I hold it it will play a song
And maybe if there's springs attached to it it will play long
And it will only be a year while we wait it out
And give up and record all my music to a tape
Give it to my best friend, I don't know how to drive
And drive around for hours and try to feel alive
Thinking about springs and hands and invented devices
To make this year go faster while we are driving
And print out all the animals I have seen a thousand times
And pretend they are miniatures
And make up little rhymes
Clockwork
It tastes like watermelon
Not like the fruit like the flavour
I don't know where the flavour comes from
But they call it watermelon
She's got new dresses
And she's got new coats
She has given me sugar
And took me to the boats
My hand unfolds
And you see inside
Everything you wanted
And half a dozen lies
All cracked up
From feet on the street
She might fall in
And start eating meat
But she'll fix me up
Because she knows just how
She's got a ball of string
And some paper from the town
Spinning around like a wheel
Attached to a city
Make the people move
And make this thing go on
No! No!
You are wrong at least some of the time
It all adds up that you haven't made up your mind
You are waiting for a bus in the dark
On a part of the road where the bus doesn't stop
Clawing at my face and proving your point
Is failing at your journey to get to this place
And I know she's running around inside of this maze
Looking for a pink door to get out of this race
Pulling on your socks like nothing is wrong
Meanwhile your head is screaming out a song
Filled with protagonists wearing your clothes
Creeping up a staircase inside of this house
Take the tiny monkey to the beach with sand
Take her by the throat and take her by the hand
Soft sheets pickled in a cranberry sauce
Makes it look like Christmas all over that house
My bones are shivers and I want out
Of your bloody business spewing out of your mouth
Holding on to children in the new school yard
They run off to play you keep hold of their arms
You dirty up the pillows and wash the floor
Waiting for the people to give you more
It's not your house that I’m worried about
It's something that is lacking coming out of your mouth
Peel off the layers to get the fruit inside
I’ll put it in my mouth to make it feel alright
Run away from bats
I have made up a lot of excuses
Over the years
I have made up a lot of made up things for your ears
Please come over here I say
Please come over here I say
I just wanna go for a walk
I just wanna go for a talk with you
There's nothing more I promise
Because there's nothing more I can do
It's all broke down stairs
It's all broke up
And I don't even know if it's true any more
I’ve said it so many times
I’m just gonna go out this door
Fuck you, she said
There ain't nothing true
There ain't nothing true in your head
That ain't true either
Come over here
We can go down to the park
And meet some friends of mine
I’m gonna run away from bats tonight
I’m gonna pay war
And it's all in my drawer
I said lets just go for a walk
I’m gonna confide all my trust in you
You know it's true
No you don't because it's just what I say to you
Come on
Give me a hair cut
Because I’ve been waiting all this time
To find a reason to shake it off
I said just shake it off
I’m gonna shake it down
And it's gone all around
It's coming full circle
Right to the start
I’m gonna interlock my fingers
And give you my heart
Gonna run away from bats tonight
Gonna play war
Because it's all in my hidden drawer
And there ain't nothing to do but chores
Come on give me my mother fucking milk money
I’m gonna spend it on you
And buy you something nice
Because this is coming around again
Since I was five
I don't even know if it's true
Because this is all I do
And these stories still right true
Get the fuck away from this
Give you all my kiss
Give you it here
Give you a beer
Gonna run away from bats
Gonna run away from bats tonight
I’m gonna play war
Busy legs
Secret bump on my head
Laying low under the grass
Please tell me this will pass
Feed the birds is what she says
Cup my hands around your ears
Amplify the sounds of trains
Find a small girl in the stars
Bring a jug of milk to her
A nice selection of bees he says
One for you and one for her
Piece together a puzzle with this
And fit it in to a busy day
Call me mother here and now
And dress me in a Cadillac
And feed me a whole stick of butter
And grow some wings to fly me back
Nathaniel sees Majesty
And he falls on his knees
Cross my fingers hope to die
If anything is like a lie
Wheels are the most helpful thing
At a pot luck dinner
You don't know what to bring
Population overload
Pink and blue and yellow toad
Fit me in to a busy day
Fit me in to a busy day
Spider lizards
Leaving a clear black slick of people
Sliding down the side of a bridge
The noise you make doesn't disgust me
I’ll walk until I can not walk
The boils on your body somewhat inspire me
But they follow me where ever I go
I’m waiting for a letter from you
To show me all the things I should know
Big black shadow monsters
Falling in to place
Feeding all the world
With my mistakes
Salty chocolate underneath my tongue
Saving all the best parts for this one
I’ve seen that it's not an impossible thing
I’ve brought you everything that I can bring
Stitch together friends to bring in the moon
Place them in four corners of the room
Build a special room and fill it with snow
There's nothing to believe here any more
No top floor
Small slip gravel path
Beating down the glass
With both my hands
Over flow under the bridge
Makes it seem
Like it once did
Save up all your change
In an impossible
Creation that one of us made
Tube like and full of fruit
Hunched over like I think he should
Still scared just a little bit
Proves I’m braver than any kid
Lot's of places to jump out at you
In all these places
In all these shoes
I might be as good as that
If I can just remember
To forget my hats
Pull up my socks
Toes come through
Looking up at stars and remember you
Creation that one of us made
Tube like and full of fruit
Hunched over like I think he should
Still scared just a little bit
Proves I’m braver than any kid
Lot's of places to jump out at you
In all these places
In all these shoes
I might be as good as that
If I can just remember
To forget my hats
Pull up my socks
Toes come through
Looking up at stars and remember you
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