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We come from another planet
Just cadets in this life-game
rotating madly out of control
Floating sideways, catching some rays
X-rays and Y-rays and Z-rays out in the sun!

We know that we don't belong here
It's obvious when we fly in the sky
And get so high
We'll never die, we smell like rye
You're weaker than I thought
outer space could be.

We don't belong!

We could be anywhere
How would we know where the rest were?
Aliens from outer space
If we only knew how to find each other
It would be easy
Just like this change...

We come from space,
we have no place,
on this earth.

(Mix it up, mix it up...
mix it on me, mix it on me)

song info

Track: 3
Length: 3:52

album info

Life on Rye by Elijah Taylor

Released: Friday, August 9, 2002
Producers: Elijah Taylor & Michael McNamara
Tracks: 19
Buy: Out of print

Liner Notes

Thank you: My friends and family. Without you I could not keep going. In no particular order: Mom, Don, Rachel, Jim, Elliot, Penny, Sherry, Meredith, Smokey, Melisa, Carol, Jenna, Cat, Mon, Heather, Amy, Stephanie, and Denny, Chuk, Jack, and Mojo (Bodega).  May those I may have forgotten please forgive me.

This is my third self-produced project, and I appreciate the support of everyone who has taken the time to take a second look at something that may not be traditional entertainment.

Recorded at 2312 N. Blvd (My apartment) between September, 2001, and July, 2002. I use Rhode and Shure mics, De Armond electric, Yamaha, and Alvarez acoustic guitars, Ovation bass, Yamaha keyboard, Behringer mixing console, Line6 POD direct boxes for guitar and bass, Cry Baby wah pedal.

Photography by Melisa Dettloff. I wrote, produced, performed, recorded, edited, mixed, and mastered all of these songs, created the cover/package artwork, and additional photography.

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