Reposting just the music part so I can download it as an mp3 lol
Dawn Somewhere:
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Lyrics:
here let me sing a song for you
on annual occasion between the tax evasion
the higher ups will hire us to clean the snowy nation
we gather up the birdies, even though they dirty
and usher all the vermin back to town where they can scurry
We go into the caves where we hope the bears behave,
and prod them with a stick until they wake up mad and gazed.
Of course you can't forget the bugs, where they live beneath the rugs
and when gotta go to garden, say good morning to the grubs.
Dash, this is really nothing but a puerile hoax.
Studies show that species don't respect these jokes.
They can work around whatever plans we make.
I think you're simply lost at what is found at stake.
You mention you don't get any wages, but did you know that there's a comity that takes federal funds and then pays perpetual taxes on the profits? But I'll suppose you know about pork barrel politics.
Applejack's the one who deals with pigs,
but I know every year all the birds come home!
The little ones will sing their pretty songs
and then a hawk will eat their mom.
And I guess that that is pretty sad
but it's cool, 'cause hawks are cool.
Ok, I feel like we're coming from two totally separate lines of thinking. What I was getting at was not that this is cool, but rather that it's great big bureaucratic mess that requires a ton of oversight. You shouldn't be in charge just because nobody else wanted to be. And especially not if it's so you can watch hawks eat little birds.
If you look at the budgeting and passed all the mud-sling
and you find little reasons behind the face publishing,
but setting aside all the sinecure politics of insecure idiots or lacubrious lunatics,
there's an optimal level of offering aid for these little creatures that calls to be weighed.
Basically, you can screw up their ecosystem something fierce.
Well, the birdies and the bears are made of pretty rough tough stuff.
I think they barely notice if we screw things up.
That's the core convenience of all-natural.
Or whatever is the meaning that I meant to sell.
I haven't heard the reason that we have the snows.
Maybe there's a chance nopony knows.
But what I think what's most important is that we get things done.
And we get done early, 'cause this isn't fun
Last year I got frost bite from my head to my butt and I cried and I cried but they wouldn't let me off early because they thought I was faking. Really, it's because tuba sunbather blew off his job moving his clouds so I took over and got all wet without the special jackets that you need. Now, I try to be nice and everything, but I got all up on his case and he said he'd make it up to me. Like, he said that he'd buy an ice cream cone for the spring, but he never did! Maybe he'd thought that I would forget, but I didn't though. I got frostbite, I went to the doctor and everything! That was a really harsh lesson, I'm never going to do that again. It wasn't like that in Cloudsdale, everyone was more aware of the weather, you know?
So what I hear you saying is that the picture you're portraying is
administrative messes and a schedule that oppresses.
You get zero compensation out allowed within abation
and the working that you do is likely free of indication.
I would say that's pretty stable and you grasp with what you're able
that the seasonal employment isn't much to my enjoyment.
But I'm trapped within the system by a certain lack of wisdom
and I make and break if I could just be free from obligation.
If that's how things are, then I guess I'll hit the bar.
And I'll leave you to your labor before I let it get too far.
I thought I'd taken over but I've dropped my damn composure
and it isn't worth the time if there isn't much exposure.
