Cloud Cult Album

You came up from the ground
From a million little pieces
You're a pretty human being
Yeah, you're a pretty human being

When it all comes crashing down
Try to understand your meaning
No one said it would be easy
Cause living, it ain't easy.

And you were sewn together with a tapestry of molecules
A billion baby galaxies in wide open spaces
And everything you need is here
Everything you fear is here
And it's holding you up
It just keeps holding you up.

You came up from the ground
From a million little pieces
You're a pretty human being
Yeah, you're a pretty human being

When it all comes crashing down
You try to understand your meaning
No one said it would be easy
this living, it ain't easy

And everybody here is a cloud
And everybody here will evaporate this
You came up off the ground
From a million little pieces
Have you found where your place is?

Have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?

You've been spending your time
Thinkin' about why you think so much
If there ever was a time
Now would be the time to see
that your time here is limited

Everybody here is a crowd
We all walk around with a million faces
Somebody turn the lights out
There's so much more to see
In our darkest places

In our darkest places
In our darkest places

It's certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly so!
It's so! So! So! So!
It's certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly, certainly so!
It's so! So! So! So!

And everybody here is a cloud
And everybody here will evaporate this
You came up off the ground
From a million little pieces
Have you found where your place is?

Everybody here is waiting for the next creation
They say "Go, go, go, go!"
Everybody here is waiting for the next creation
They say "Go, go, go, go!"

Everybody here is a crowd
We each walk around with a million faces
You came up off the ground
From a million little pieces
Have you found where your place is?

Have you found where your place is?
Have you found where your place is?

You fake it till you make it
That's the story of your life
Tea-party through tornadoes
In the middle of the night

You got your finger on the trigger
Though you never wanna fight
Put your belly up and aim
Right for the center of the sky

Right to the wrong
To the bad to the good
To the dark to the dark
To the light

Or right to the wrong
To the bad to the good
To the dark to the dark
To the light

You fake it till you make it
That's the story of your life
Tea-party through tornadoes
In the middle of the night

You got your finger on the trigger
Though you never wanna fight
Put your belly up and aim
For the sky, sky, sky, sky.
(Sky?)
Sky!

And when the angels come
They'll cut you down the middle
To see if you're still there
To see if you're still there

And underneath your ribs
They'll find a heart-shaped locket
An old photograph
Of you in daddy's arms
And then they'll sew you closed
And give you back to the water
From where we're all born
From where we're all born

And you'll feed the ghosts
And you'll feed the living
You'll be a stranger, and you'll be a friend
You'll be the leper, and you'll be the healer
You'll be the hero, and the tragedy

And when they sew you closed
They'll give you back to the water
From where we're all born
And when they burn your body
All that's left is sand crystals
Two tiny handfuls

All the rest is water, water, water, water
All you need to know
Is you were born of water
You are made of water
You are living water, water, water, water
All you need to know
Is you were born of water
You are made of water
You are living water, water, water, water.

An extraordinary television picture here.

Okay, Houston, as I stand out here in the wonders of the unknown, I realise there is a fundamental truth to our nature. Man must explore.

Got myself a mission
I'm going to find heaven
I made cray-paper wings
I think they'll carry me a while

I left you a love poem
The best I have written
My favorite words
Were the ones I couldn't spell

They say that I'm a lunatic
They say that I am full of it
I say that it's worth dreamin'
Just for the dream of it

It's all about passion
It's all about perception
Don't call me on my cell phone
'Cause there ain't no reception

When I'm gone
When I'm gone

I think I'm growing feathers
But I'm not quite sure of it
'Cause I started getting dizzy
About a Hundred feet up

I made friends with the clouds
I made friends with the birds
If you ask a goose a question
He never shuts up

And honestly I miss you
And I hope that you're missing me
Cause I could use your lips on me
And a little bit of dramamine

For the moment I can see
Way better than I've ever seen
Don't sell my stuff on eBay
Cause I might need it back before I'm gone

Before I'm gone

I'm not the kind of man
Who's into looking downwards
I've drank my share of pity
From the bartender's cup

So many people
Wonderin' "What's the right direction?"
As far as I'm concerned
There's only one way up

And my fingers, they are blisters
And my eyes, they are bullet holes
But my hearts still beating
Guess I'm pretty lucky

Pretty lucky
Pretty lucky
(When I'm gone)

We saw a ghost inside our house
Or was it wishful thinkin'?
Oh god, don't leave us by ourselves
Or we're bound to take up drinkin'

Please send us a miracle
So I know that there is meaning
I said, "I think that it's a miracle
Just to be breathin'"

So live on
Baby live on
Live on
Baby live on

Packed up my clothes in a grocery bag
I'm going to find the creator
An old man in the clouds or a happy little alien
Whoever it is I need to thank her

And even though I don't know God
I'm happy with the mystery
And I'm certain that I feel it
Every time that you sing to me

Songs, you say
Life is like a song
It's a song
A hum-able song

I watched you sleep until 5 am
Cause I want to be part of your dreaming
Oh love, don't leave me by myself
Or I'm bound to lose my meaning

We'll start a little family
And call it our religion
Hunt for ghosts inside our house
'Cause we'll never give up wishing

That we live on
May we live on
In our song
Our hum-able song

It's what you need
It's what you need
It's what you need
It's what you need
It's what you need

Today is a good day to flex the muscles of the weary.
A miracle is a miracle, even when it's ordinary.
We will walk on the water even though it seems scary,
if someone will show us the way.

I shook hands with a man who honestly thinks
he's the grandson of Jesus with a penchant for pinchies.
He served us communion of cola and Twinkies.
I guess everyone has their own view.

He stood on his soapbox and told us a parable
of a man with eye-glasses so small they're unwearable.
And the moral of the story is that it all looks terrible,
depending on what you look through, what you look through.

He said
"Do unto yourself as you do unto your neighbor;
it's not an eye for an eye, it's a favor for a favor,
and it's okay if this world had a billion saviors,
'cuz there are so many things to be saved."

"Take my words with a boulder of salt,
or blame it on your devil, it's always the scape-goat's fault --
we all point fingers when it comes to a halt.
Will somebody show us the way?"

I've had enough of hiding underneath my covers.
I'm done with all this poop that brings me down, down, down.
Don't bring me down, down, down.

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I will laugh my way through hurricanes and fire.
That's why you don't want to bring me down.
That's why you don't want to bring me down.

I've had enough of hiding underneath my covers.
I'm done with all this poop that brings me down, down, down.
Don't bring me down, down, down.

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I will laugh my way through hurricanes and fire.
That's why you don't want to bring me down.
That's why you don't want to bring me down.

He met her at a nightclub. She couldn't keep the beat.
She wore her grandma's prom dress, raccoon slippers on her feet.
He took a shot of something strong to make him feel less weak,
And so the story goes...

There's something to be said about trading stories of when you were 8 years old:
He had his first stitches when he bit an ice cream bowl.
She had her first kiss in a swimming hole,
And so the story goes...

And the days grew long, and the wine was overflowing.
And she knew she was in love, because nobody ever hugged her like that,
hugged her like that, hugged her like that, hugged her like that.

They moved into a school bus just because it seemed like fun.
She'd say "I like the way you touch me, it makes me feel like I have no skeleton,"
And so the story goes...

And I've seen photographs and video tapes
of that diesel home that loving place
And it's about time two minds entwined in such a fine, fine way.

May your lives be long,
May your wishes all be simple.
And may your hearts stay strong.

Tucked into bed, is she the ghost of your teddy bear.
Check under the covers just to make sure he's still sleeping there.
Turn wedding gowns to angel cloths for the baby to wear.
Turn wedding gowns to angel cloths for the baby to wear.
She's rides him like the State Fair.
They make love like two solar flares
caring like they really care
that they're gonna make it.
He wants to die in the place where she first said "I love you."
Spread his ashes with the breath of the last kiss that she blew.
They decorate when featherless;
they celebrate through hungriness,
and it's about time two minds entwined in such a fine, fine way.

May your lives be long,
May your wishes all be simple.
And may your hearts stay strong.

May your lives be long,
May your wishes all be simple.
And may your hearts stay strong.

You have a precious little mind.
You paint a perfect little rainbow.
You will make this right.
You have the will of a volcano.

You have a precious little mind.
You paint a perfect little rainbow.
You will make this right.
You have the will of a volcano.

You have a precious little mind.
You paint a perfect little rainbow.
You will make this right.
You have the will of a volcano.

You have a precious little mind.
You paint a perfect little rainbow.
You will make this right.
You have the will of a volcano.

You have a precious little mind.
You paint a perfect little rainbow.
You will make this right.
You have the will of a volcano.

You have a precious little mind.
You paint a perfect little rainbow.
You will make this right.
You have the will of a volcano.

You have a precious little mind.

I love my mother
I love my father
And when it's my time to go
I need you to know
I love you all

I love my mother
I love my father
And when it's my time to go
I need you to know
I love you all

I love my mother
I love my father
And when it's my time to go
I need you to know
I love you all

I love my mother
I love my father
And when it's my time to go
I need you to know
I love you all

I love my mother
I love my father
And when it's my time to go
I need you to know
I love you all

I love my mother
I love my father
And when it's my time to go
I need you to know
I love you all