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letra de the grand insect music orchestra - crickettheguy

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-2,3… 1, 2, 3, 4-
(music)

come one, come all! they’re marching down the wall, holding each an assortment of sound
brass from the bumblebees, millipede drums. music from outside the mound

now i’m not so certain they’re simple you see
their culture’s just simply too small
we could have missed all the intracacies, like the grand, insect music hall!

with grasshopper guitar and spidersilk harp, and ladybug on tambourine
a beautiful b-tterfly backed by a chorus of cricket just trying to be seen!

how could we ever begin to believе, us big folk we know what is best?
i say lets lеave it to those in the leaves, the grass, the dirt, the nest

(music)

now come one, come all, soon the wild will call every living thing back to its home
before we must run back up all of our fun, i’d like to leave a few notes

when will you start to just please think of me, and two remember we need homes
three, at the very least, please leave the trees, and four, you should work on your tone!

with grasshopper guitar and spidersilk harp, and ladybug on tambourine
a beautiful b-tterfly backed by a chorus of cricket just trying to be seen!
how could we ever begin to believe, us big folk we know what is best?
i say lets leave it to those in the leaves, the grass, the dirt, the nest

looking to the ends of time, travel to the end of sp-ce
find our purpose is as specs is to love, and laugh, and fight till we’re erased
looking to the ends of time, bus ride to the end of sp-ce
we’ll sit and complain as if things will change, and tears run down your face when no ones there
i wish i was there

come one, come all, as the leaves start to fall, we can’t say that it’s a surprise
though, i’m so enthralled by the wind siren call, i still can’t trust my own eyes, no i can’t believe my own eyes!

(music)

hut-hut!

(music)

looking to the end of time! travel to the end of sp-ce!
find our purpose is as specs is to love, and laugh, and fight till we’re erased
looking to the end of time! bus ride to the end of sp-ce!
we’ll sit and complain as if things will change, as tears run down your face when no ones there
i’ll be there!

come one come all, nearing the end of all soon this symphony goes underground
now we must go safe from blankets of snow, as soon it will silence our sound

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