• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Slow Worm - Archers of Loaf
• Slow Roam - Polar Bear Club
• Suliram - Miriam Makeba

There's a worm in your head,
Squirming over on me.
Leaves a paper thin scab
And you're laughing.
It's too crowded
With the skull cap on. (?)
When you're amplified.
And everybody's tired of the noise that you make,
And everybody's tired of the voice you're faking.
Nobody's counting, cause everybody's fine.
And everybody's whistling because everybody's blind.
There's a page of your face from the xerox machine.
Gray matter, bending, blending.
Makes me sleepy when you can't define
How far you're trailing behind.
You're always sedated.
You're simplified.
Picking off the scabs
From the skin of your lies.
And nobody's counting, cause everybody's fine.

A wall of sound might as well be brick
A foreign town, you talk like you're a stewardess
We joke about how life is not just photo booths and drunk truths
But we will try, especially if it's hopeless
I am fine in a loser museum,
Yeah, we laugh a lot down here
Waitin' on a chance, waitin' with each other
Fillin' stop gaps with war stories for saps and savory flavor
But are we waitin' for the slow roam?
Are we waitin' for the give or go?
You can stop it all on a dime
And send crashing what's behind
You know my heart won't break that easy
I have found the hope in this
I thought they were just days
Shots of light raking nights' early hour stay
Lately they've been a little bit more like a dog-ear folding on the passing page
What we climb towards change
Especially if it's hopeless
But are we waitin' for the slow roam?
Are we waitin' for the give or go?
You can stop it all on a dime
And send crashing what's behind
You know my heart won't break that easy
I have found the hope in this
They say that natures hates a vacuum
We haven't been kicked out just yet
Find your aim, it doesn't matter what you think you were meant for
Bury the pain, and he can't come back and tell who you are,
It's just another day
So find your aim, it doesn't matter who you think is deserving,
The lines of paint, wash away with the line about
How you're fine
I am fine down here
The traffic lights are changing, with no one stopped and waiting
The days are long and staying, like dog ears on the pages
One for all the laughs down here
Because my heart won't break that easy
I have found the hope in this

Suliram, suliram, ram, ram
Suliram yang manis
Adu hai indung suhoorang
Bidjakla sana dipandang manis
Tingi la, tingi, si matahari
Suliram, Anakla koorbau mati toortambat
Suliram, sudala lama saiya menchari
Baruse klarung sa ya mendabat
La suliram, suliram, ram, ram
Suliram yang manis
Adu hai indung suhoorang