1. It May Be
Garbage, but It Sure Ain't Junk [01:08]
Performed by: The Trash Heap with Philo and Gunge
It may be ripped, it may be torn. It may not have as many handles on it as the day it was born. It may be kind of discombobulated 'cause the kid next door sat on it and made it go 'THUNK!'. It may be garbage but it sure ain't junk. (Sure ain't junk.) It may be borrowed, may be blue. It may have gobs of greasy gopher guts all over the front of it which is not a very nice thing to do. It may come creeping across the bedroom floor in the middle of the night 'cause it's left out and lonely and everybody always laughed at it and told it that it stunk. It may be garbage but it sure ain't junk. No, no. This is high quality trash. Can we make a deal or what?
Performed by: Mokey
"I have been so foolish. I've just forgotten everything I ever loved about painting." -Mokey Show me the light in a butterfly's eye. And show me the dreams of the Earth and the sky. Show me the night. Show me the day. Show me the secret that dances away. There's a rainbow I wish I could climb like a tree. A bug and a boulder that beckons to me. Show me leaves in the spring. Show me love on the wing. Show me things that I long to explore. Show me more. Show me the color. Show me the sound. Show me the magic that lays all around. In the shapes of a rock I see mountains and moons, And I sometimes believe that the colors are tunes. Show me tears in the stones. Show me thimbles and thrones. Show me things that I long to explore. Show me more. Show me the light in a butterfly's eye. And show me the dreams of the Earth and the sky.