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Spacetime Crystals
by Brown Word and the Big Whine

I've got spacetime crystals in my ears
They dominate what I can hear
Bend me to the ground with vertigo
Until I turn my neck in sequence and unlock
Them from my semicircular tubes

I've got spacetime crystals in my coffee
They keep the product fresh
Every time I rip the bag the aroma wafts out
Makes my morning much more manageable without a Glock

Guess you're not supposed to say stuff like that anymore
There's a crusade against bad taste
Who's to say what's decent anymore
It ends up being whatever remains...

I've got spacetime crystals in my radio
Remember Professor on Fantasy Island?
Or maybe it was Gilligan's Travels (sic)
You need the right quartz to bend the frequencies -
Hey get the fuck off of me!
Don't you know nothing of science you big oafs!
I'm not crazy - Ow! my kidney...

Spacetime crystals, spacetime crystals

Berkeley Social Scene
glennny- guitar, solo, production, vox, lyrics
Geech- drums
Martin- bass
Ken- guitar


Spacetime Crystals
It all began with scanners
detecting a disaster
Jorel couldn’t convince them,
The elders were bastards
He’d have to die with the others
But his son survived in an escape pod
He sent him to Indiana
To mature into a superhuman

Give him the chance
He’s honest to a fault
You make an advance
He’ll counter your assault
I just caught a glance
A bullet from a pistol
His home is enhanced
With spacetime crystals

Solitude in a fortress
With red boots so gorgeous
The green one is the primer
It archives the old timer
Back in the city was Luther
A criminal so ruthless
There’s a reporter who types fastest
But who's behind those glasses?

Give him the chance
He’s honest to a fault
You make an advance
He’ll counter your assault
I just caught a glance
A bullet from a pistol
His home is enhanced
With spacetime crystals

Ooooh Lois
Why didn’t you notice?
Ooooh Lois
You should know this

Dr Proximo
Spacetime Crystals


I’ve built up an impressive reputation
I gather information to discover the location
Of anything you’re looking for, if it can be found
Which brings me to the reason that I’ve come here to your town

My old buddy Nox runs a quaint little inn
And holds on to precious items for his friends and his kin
Well, some thieves stole it all in a violent attack
But there’s one specific item that he really needs back

At first glance it looks like an ordinary box
And inside is a few pretty nice-looking rocks
But these things kinda have sorta magical traits
Like they sorta kinda mess with time and space

And I notice that the hole in your roof happened recently
And it looks like your hand and your ear are healing decently
But enough preamble, I’m sure you’ll agree
It’s best for all of us if you hand them over to me.