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Various Artists Theme
03:25
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It’s the time, now, for various artists
It’s the time, now, for various artists
It’s the time, now, for various artists
One is not enough. Two will barely do.
Three is getting much closer, now,
but four or more is true.
It takes more than a village
to raise the children right
So listen to us, tune on in
and you will see the light.
Variety just is, my friends,
the spice of a good life,
so dumping the idea of a pure racial strain
is just dumping a load of strife.
It takes more than a village,
much more than a tribe.
It takes every kind of people
to create that various vibe.
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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2. |
Right Through
04:45
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You’re moving right through, because you are through,
so I’ll keep me and you can keep you.
What’s the use of arguing when facts are gone?
With no common ground, what can we stand on?
You can be right, while I remain in light.
I know you think I’m wrong, even as I take flight.
You have yours, and so, you don’t care who has theirs, too.
In time, you’ll take it all because you think you have to.
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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It’s a phenomenon that’s been around
for centuries, at least.
The ancient Greeks had theater.
I wonder if they had stars, too?
No, not the ones in the sky...I mean celebrities.
Sure. She’s got something special.
But is she over her head?
Each passing moment tells her.
It was during lockdown on a British talk show -
they call them chat shows over there -
she told a story about once when she
misheard someone who referred to her
as a film actress, but she heard it as
full mattress, and she said it was funny
because she thought she had gained a lot of weight.
When her time is coming due,
she appears like anyone.
It’s not her - it’s just her role.
Film. A film - a film actress.
Full. A full - a full mattress.
Film. A film - a film actress.
Full. A full - a full mattress.
Film. A film - a film actress.
Full. A full - a full mattress.
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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4. |
The Time It Takes
02:38
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The time it takes is the time spent on renewal
(order venting as the project line appears)
The prime objective is the last climb over the wall
(Sending forms from the past without tears)
Have it your way and I’ll plausibly deny your call
(Drown out the voices that do not want us here)
The arguments fraught with fallacy will start to fall
(Grinding your temper is grinding your gear)
Pushing the narrative and pumping the weak spot
(The truth is a tool, and like any, it can be abused)
“Reach out to meet me halfway” is an awful lot
(Primitive methods point to pieces already fused)
Dress it up to be something that it is definitely not
(The sight of it leaves you with a sense of not being amused)
The middle part hollowed out, the shell is left only to rot
(You’re still convinced conviction is a small price for being accused)
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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5. |
Left Over
05:15
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Left over from the well of yesterdays,
we throw our buckets in and turn the crank,
hoping to draw some strength from what rises.
We lift up our lives by staying to a path
that is leading us onward from the past.
We only keep what came before as lessons to guide us.
“Only way to come back is to go.”
Life experiences teach us that
there is simply no going back.
From birth to walking, talking, learning,
we feel our time passing.
Never motionless until our breathing halts,
we return to the minerals, water, and salts.
The clock restarted, the years are amassing.
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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6. |
Remarca Boulevard
04:57
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It seems we were sweet
when we lived on that street -
Remarca Boulevard
Youth in the air
and no one else to care for
on Remarca Boulevard
The nights that we spent,
we knew not what they meant to us
until we were pulled apart.
Encased in a plaster
of love, the disaster came
faster than my beating heart.
She said it was that I had become
more and more unresponsive.
I have a tendency to shut down
whenever there is conflict.
It all went to shit with the first little bit
of bad karma that came around,
looking to fall, rebound, and fall again,
not from our love, but the walls
became paper thin, as the earth caved in.
The quake we experienced was not just a
metaphor for all our emotional shaking,
but the progress we were making
was actually destroyed by the world itself.
Life was so sweet when we lived
on that street - Remarca Boulevard.
Our home was a bastion of love
that we cashed in on at Remarca Boulevard.
Our youth was our intoxication
on Remarca Boulevard.
It became so intense that we took vacation
from Remarca Boulevard.
It seems we were so sweet
when we lived on that street.
Our home was our bastion of love
that we cashed in on.
Our youth was our intoxication.
We had to take a vacation from it
-Remarca Boulevard.
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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7. |
He (Him) Forced Her
04:11
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The author painted a picture.
Two cousins take an adventure.
One is older, already a spinster,
beautiful and desperate is the younger.
In Italy, the sights and the sounds are nice,
but a girl can get squeezed
between all the advice.
He would not have written her
(or any other) character different,
as that may have affected his price
EM Forster
(Here’s) another portrait in words
about people so far from home,
with yet another young Miss
and another older chaperone.
Expectation plays on emotions
placing them in several seductions,
some discreet, and others
a Hell of their very own.
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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8. |
The Collective
05:35
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We gather into a collective
to give us better chances.
There is strength in our numbers.
We survive the instances
of violence used against us,
mitigation by design.
So come join our collective.
You will like it just fine.
The roots and the links of our baser instincts
are reduced to their least occurrences.
Why didn’t we think of this before?
Boot the haters, help the poor, and
be sure to build lots of higher fences.
We work well in our collective,
trying to stay under the radar.
If we’re found, we may be conquered
by those others from afar.
It’s imperative to our way
of life to remain isolated
from the masses, who will not stop
until we are subjugated.
We don’t need some stupid song
to tell all of us right from wrong.
We’ve known about that since we were small.
What we need most
is detox from the vicious host
who infects populations one and all.
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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9. |
It Takes The Time
03:31
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Where are we going?
When we are done, what will become of us?
Will we feel numb?
Why are we here to experience this
fantastic illusion of misery and bliss?
How am I able to know what we are?
Which path do I follow?
Which bright, guiding star
will show us the reason, our purpose to be?
Who can I always trust
when there’s no trusting me?
“Life is what happens while
you’re busy making other plans.”
It takes the time, and makes
the sublime earthly again.
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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10. |
The Star Trek Museum
03:00
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The Star Trek Museum
The Star Trek Museum
The Star Trek Museum
The Star Trek Museum
We’ve got Tribbles and trivia
from every episode –
we've got the Kobayashi Maru
We’ve got facts and faces
and statues with wardrobes
of every captain and crew
There are models of all the
designs of ships that took us closer,
yet further from fear
And you can see it all in one place at
The Star Trek Museum, The Final Frontier
The Star Trek Museum
The Star Trek Museum
The Star Trek Museum
The Star Trek Museum
Lyrics by Todd Franklin Osborn
©2021 Heaventree Records administered by ASCAP
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The Trans Fatty Asses Silver Spring, Maryland
The Trans Fatty Asses made a false start in 2010 when Todd Osborn (drums, guitar, voice, songs) attempted to put a live band together comprised of Bob Crain (drums, guitar, voice), Nick Johnson (Keys, electronics), and Aki Zenji (bass). Zenji had to leave the band, was replaced, but it all splintered after that due to bad timing. Osborn picked it up again as a personal recording project in 2016. ... more
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