Some say that there´s a plan
That has been made
In a little office somewhere
In outer space
That even your heart breaking
Is predictable
Some say it’s a coincidence that we´re all here
And maybe we´ll live a thousand lives till time disappears
And that all that love making is just instinctual
I don’t know about them fancy thoughts you see
Words are tricky and there’s more to life than understanding
There´s seven billion muthfuckas out here trying to be free
They say that we´re connected to the stars
Whether you just busy being born or drunk at a bar
Even if you don’t know who you are
It means you too
They say that they is us
A you and a me
Other versions of ourselves
To blame for things
while wars of the world are decided in a small room
Some say There’s a place where pain has loses it´s meaning
And reality is lived out on a little screen
There´s seven billion muthafuckas out here
Trying to be free
Some say your path is relative to what you believe
That the mind only takes in what it can conceive
Like the 4 prison walls of a pay check while it bleeds
Some say that we´re not here
Its just a dream
And that nothing is the birthplace of everything
And that there are unending possibilities
But not on all streets
It must be so fun and modern to have thoughts like these
While our sanity/progress proceeds to burn the air we breathe
There´s seven billion muthafuckas out here
Trying to be free
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016