Beneath the Zenith

Album cover art for "Beneath the Zenith" by Dramarama

Dramarama - Pop

Beneath the Zenith

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Duration: 3:56

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Beneath the zenith I learned how to comb my hair Cartoons showed me what to eat and how to care Those talking drawings saw me well and trained me right And did it all on seven channels black and white But now the cathode rays go like a puppeteers And still more signals fill the sky and kill my ears And all the channels and their never ending day Fall down from satellites up in the Milky Way From all those things into my living room And everything's okay And there's no cure for our diseasе The magic words are thanks and pleasе All the antennas look like trees And advertisements are they key to everything So many mediums so where is my massage A thousand movies in a box in my garage And now the screens are on my phone and in my car We love to travel but we never move too far How many lightyears will it take For this to reach the nearest star? And there's no cure for our disease The magic words are thanks and please All the antennas look like trees And everyone you buy is cheese And there's no cure for our disease The magic words are thanks and please All the antennas look like trees And everyone you buy is cheese It's getting darker by degrees [?] twos and even threes It's time to chop off it like fleas And there's no cure for our disease The magic words are thanks and please All the antennas look like trees

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