Oregon (i/ˈɔrɨɡən/ ORR-ə-gən) is a state in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. It is located on the Pacific coast, with Washington to the north, California to the south, Nevada on the southeast and Idaho to the east. The Columbia and Snake rivers delineate much of Oregon's northern and eastern boundaries, respectively. The area was inhabited by many indigenous tribes before the arrival of traders, explorers, and settlers who formed an autonomous government in Oregon Country in 1843. The Oregon Territory was created in 1848, and Oregon became the 33rd state on February 14, 1859.
Oregon is the 9th most extensive and the 27th most populous of the 50 United States. Salem is the state's capital and third-most-populous city; Portland is the most populous. Portland is the 29th-largest U.S. city, with a population of 583,776 (2010 US Census) and a metro population of 2,241,841 (2009 estimate), the 23rd-largest U.S. metro area. The valley of the Willamette River in western Oregon is the state's most densely populated area and is home to eight of the ten most populous cities.
Oh hello, I am the ghost of troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I traveled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home
They said, "There's too much caffeine
In your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice in your life"
I said "Leave me alone
Because I'm alright, Dad
Surprised to still be on my own"
Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land
That we stand on is ours
It has been before so it shall be again
And people that were uglier than you and I
They take what they need, and just leave
Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain all over again
A rush and a push and the land
That we stand on is ours
It has been before so why can't it be now?
And people who are weaker than you and I
They take what they want from life
Oh, but don't mention love
No, No, don't mention love
A rush and a push and the land
That we stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But you're still a young man
So phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me
Oh, I think I'm in love, oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, I think I'm in love, think I'm in love
I think I'm in love, oh
Down from the mountains word would come
We would soon move to Oregon.
Pulled from the ground of yesterday
Sell everything and move away.
But it wasn't what we thought
And we rode the horse that Bud bought.
We took that trip again, my friend.
Ten of us formed a family
Jimmy and Jesus under siege.
Follow the leader it would go
Stuck in a twisted puppet show.
But it wasn't what we thought
And we rode the horse that Bud bought.
We took that trip again, my friend.
But it wasn't all for naught
Living in the house that Bud bought.
We learned so very much back then.
It was a burning bush of hungry souls
Trying to follow what our hearts were told.
But a novice played upon our fears
And the whole thing screwed us up for years.
We untied a holy knot
And we rode the horse that Bud bought.
Prophecy came and we were gone
We would soon move from Oregon.
Turning their backs on yesterday
Went Out The Back Of Halifax
All The Way To Virginia, Fairfax
It Wasn't Weird Enough
So I Went West To Oregon
All I, All I Wonder
While I Run
Is What's, Is What's
Next On My Agenda
I Made A Ruckus With A Succubus
Before She Knew I Was Amphibious
She Threw Her Hands Up And Started To Scream
"Man You Look Like Your Straight Outta V."
All I, All I Wonder
While I Run
Is What's, Is What's
Next On My Agenda
[Spoken:]
And So It Was That I, A Wayward Throwback To The Mesozoic, Was Enslaved As A Circus Freak To Entertain You Drunken Monkeys.
But Fate Still Had Her Twisted Sense Of Humor And She Granted Me Safe Passage To Sunny Florida, Where For Over The Past 300 Years Now I Have Been Breeding With An Unheard Of Efficiency.
And Soon My Progeny Will Rise Up And Say "Hail Draco, King Of The Dragon Men!"
I Fashion My Crown From Quetzalcoatl's Quills
Build My Palace In The Jungles Of Brazil
In The Summertime Come My Children
"For I Hail Draco, King Of Dragon Men!"
I Fashion My Crown From Quetzalcoatl's Quills
Build My Palace In The Jungles Of Brazil
In The Summertime Come My Children
"For I Hail Draco, King Of Dragon Men!"
A year without snow 20 feet below not a fallout
Not a heaven just safety in construction
safe youll see the world youd known was hateful and
twisted come let me see you.
Close the damage insisent and you could have saved
everything The light comes down brings the next ones
barely
Now even the fire could not keep out
The rain storming for 18 nights and 19 days but
you could not save everything you could not save me
Maybe next year
Maybe none
Maybe 1801 its the anchor
Shes put down trapped in here theres no one found