Sasquatch Songs in the Forest:
Make the Humans Scream by Bigfoot Knocks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPwq0YoOy4g

Spanish Pipe Dream by John Prine

She was a level-headed dancer

On the road to alcohol

And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal

Well, she pressed her chest against me

About the time the juke box broke

Yeah, she give me a peck

On the back of the neck

And these are the words she spoke

"Blow up your TV

Throw away your paper

Go to the country

Build you a home

Plant a little garden

Eat a lot of peaches

Try an' find Jesus on your own"

Well, I sat there at the table

And I acted real naive

For I knew that topless lady

Had something up her sleeve

Well, she danced around the bar room

And she did the hoochie-coo

Yeah, she sang her song all night long

Tellin' me what to do

"Blow up your TV

Throw away your paper

Go to the country

Build you a home

Plant a little garden

Eat a lot of peaches

Try an' find Jesus on your own"

Well, I was young and hungry

And about to leave that place

When just as I was leavin'

Well, she looked me in the face

I said, "You must know the answer"

She said, "No, but I'll give it a try"

And to this very day, we've been livin' our way

Here is the reason why

We blew up our TV

Threw away our paper

Went to the country

Built us a home

Had a lot of children

Fed 'em on peaches

They all found Jesus on their own

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Jeffrey Bradford Kent / John Prine

Spanish Pipedream lyrics © Walden Music, Inc.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kDWHHX0q7s 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLECogDBwhw

Lyrics and music to Ho Hey by the Lumineers

Ho Hey

I been tryin' to do it right

(Hey) I been livin' a lonely life

(Ho) I been sleepin' here instead

(Hey) I been sleepin' in my bed

(Ho) I been sleepin' in my bed

(Hey)

(Ho)

(Ho) so show me family

(Hey) all the blood that I will bleed

(Ho) I don't know where I belong

(Hey) I don't know where I went wrong

(Ho) but I can write a song

(Hey)

I belong with you, you belong with me

You're my sweetheart

I belong with you, you belong with me

You're my sweet

come on, now

(Ho) hey

(Hey)

I don't think you're right for him

(Hey) think of what it might've been if we

(Ho) took a bus to Chinatown

(Hey) I'd be standin' on Canal

(Ho) and Bowery

(Hey)

(Ho) she'd be standin' next to me

(Hey)

I belong with you, you belong with me

You're my sweetheart

I belong with you, you belong with me

You're my sweetheart

Love, we need it now

Let's hope for some

'Cause, oh, we're bleedin' out

I belong with you, you belong with me

You're my sweetheart

I belong with you, you belong with me

You're my sweet

(Ho)

(Hey)

(Ho)

(Hey)

Blocking the Sun by Sasquatch artist: Bigfoot Knocks

They try, but fail

to be invisible.

Jet engines, chemicals,

big heads

talking nothing

but nonsense, nonsense

on TV and radio.

Global warming, global warning—

blue skies full of chem trails

are blocking the sun,

inhibiting our cells 

absorption of minerals.

They try, but fail

to convince us—

science knows best,

how Bill Gates 

and his nest

of techno-nerds

will save the planet.

Global warming, global warning—

blue skies full of chem trails

are blocking the sun,

inhibiting our cells

absorption of minerals.

They try, but fail

to be something, something

other than criminals.  

Bill Gates and his nest 

of techno-nerds.  

Insanity to believe

they are Gods.

Global warming, global warning—

blue skies full of chem trails

are blocking the sun,

inhibiting our cells 

absorption of minerals.  

Global warming, global warning—

blue skies full of chem trails

are blocking the sun,

inhibiting our cells 

absorption of minerals.