Eric Michael Jones Studioli Music

Helicopter Mutant Men


Green, the finest color I have ever seen
With my blue eyes I’ve seen the rainbows flash across the sky
It’s filled with ice and sparkles in the frozen night
Searching for the light

I know that there are mutant men, I’ve seen them on TV
I’ve seen them in the laundromat and I think that they’ve seen me
Because I’ve caught them sleeping in my bed
I hear them hovering overhead tonight
Searching for the light

The sun is the reason for every single thing you’ve ever done to stay alive
People used to die when they were thirty
Five hundred years ago lived a man who we all think we know
But we don’t know the reason that he’d spend his life
Searching through the lonely lonely sky to teach us how to fly

The machines that we’ve built since then have speeded up the pace
They tell us what we want to hear and keep us in our place
The are using up our memory and taking up our space
But you can pluck the passion from your heart and stick it in your carry-on case

Machines
We try to recreate our dreams again, and simply act like mutant men
Designing more machines to make our tools but they see us for the fools we are
Machines will surely triumph in the end
We’ve started imitating them

The helicopter mutant men come down and take their place
They live among the scenery within the human race
They are using up our energy and taking up our space
They can suck the love out of your heart and wipe that stupid grin right off your face

Green, green, the finest color I’ve ever seen,
Seen with my blue eyes I’ve seen the rainbows flash across the sky
The sky is filled with ice, it sparkles in the frozen night
Searching for the light

Searching for the patience that we need to tame our awesome might
We go on living now and peel that membrane back somehow to find
The other 85 percent of our teeny tiny minds
Where we separate the wrongness from the right
We go on searching for the light

I know that there are mutant men, I’ve seen them on TV
I’ve seen them in the laundromat and I think that they’ve seen me
Because I’ve caught them sleeping in my bed
I hear them hovering overhead tonight
Searching for the light

The helicopter mutant men come down and take their place
They live among the scenery within the human race
They are using up our energy and taking up our space
They can suck the love out of your heart and rip the flesh right off your face

I guess that we’re all mutant men ’cause I’ve been on TV
I’ve seen you in the parking lot and I know that you’ve seen me
Because I caught you thinking in my head
I hear you hovering overhead tonight
Searching for the light


Words and music by Eric Michael Jones – ©PAu003126415 Eric Michael Jones / Studioli

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