Underneath the Banana Moon

[Verse 1] Ripped from the tape, squeezed in a box Traded for pennies on a digital dock They sell you the noise, they take out the soul Just a stream in the dark, out of control You get what you pay for, a low-bitrate stream A cheap simulation of a forgotten dream [Verse 2] Now they’re suing the shadow, blaming the machine Calling it garbage on a glowing screen But the mirror don’t lie, no matter what you say It only reflects what we threw away If the crop is sour, if the sound is cheap It’s just the harvest that we chose to reap [Chorus] Underneath the Banana Moon We’re hanging from the very same stem You can’t be the fruit right next to you You’re locked in the skin you’re in It’s a collective mind, an intent in the air Grown from the root that we all share Yeah, you’re just a banana, standing in the cold But you’re part of the bunch before the story gets told [Verse 3] It’s got so bad, it can’t go on When the wire gets thin, the truth is gone People gonna see it, people gonna turn When the fake illusion begins to burn Someone’s gonna stand up and point to the light And we’ll move together in the middle of the night [Chorus] Underneath the Banana Moon We’re hanging from the very same stem You can’t be the fruit right next to you You’re locked in the skin you’re in It’s a collective mind, an intent in the air Grown from the root that we all share Yeah, you’re just a banana, standing in the cold But you’re part of the bunch before the story gets told [Outro] Not a CD, not an artwork, just a ghost in the wire… Suing the mirror while the house is on fire… Look up at the Banana Moon, man. We’re all on the same stem. Just gotta listen to the real thing again.