"The Valley" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool The Desaturating Seven (2017) Once there was a land that lived in fear of seven goblins, the goblins fed on color They plowed the valleys and climbed the highest mountains looking for rainbows And when they found one, they caught it in their lassoes And sucked the colors out of them, filling their bellies with its bright liquid Only one place in the land had never known goblin fear A hidden valley called the Valley of the Rainbow, where great arches of color were born There, the animals lived in paradise Where visible life and cast forth the call of reflecting in eyes the world all around Where spectrums can fly, the faces of creation, rainbow hands touch the ground The folly of those who gorge upon gnomes with all their share of what they don't hear Be leery of the fool, and the rainbows the rain, filling the landscape with fear Be leery of the fool, and the rainbows the rain, filling the landscape with fear Filling the landscape with fear, filling the landscape with fear "The Seven" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool The Desaturating Seven (2017) Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, these are the colors of the seven When a rainbow catches their eye, they lure and beguile it, these are the desaturating seven Ah ah, the desaturating seven, ah ah, the desaturating seven Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, these are the desaturating seven Well the grandeur of the world, they abuse and defile it, these are the desaturating seven They fill their mouths with green and take way more then they need, ha ho, the desaturating seven They're going to prowl and prey, but the world is dark and grey because they are the desaturating seven Ah ah, the desaturating seven, the desaturating seven "The Trek" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool The Desaturating Seven (2017) The excursion begins in revelry, but the miles compile a sense of disparity And the day becomes perilously long The best way to cope when the end of your rope is dangling in your face Imagine the taste of the glory that awaits all ahead Don't lose heart, comrades, it's over that hill, it's over that hill, the very next hill Don't lose heart, comrades, it's over that hill, paradise is just over that hill Trudging through life, dodging peril and strife Filling those days with a lackadaisical malaise The adventure seems perilously long The best way to cope when the end of your rope is dangling in your face Imagine the taste of the glory that awaits all ahead Don't lose heart, comrades, it's over that hill, it's over that hill, the very next hill Don't lose heart, comrades, it's over that hill, paradise is just over that hill As the miles compile and the journey still seems perilously long The best way to cope when the end of your rope is dangling in your face Imagine the taste of the glory that awaits all ahead Don't lose heart, comrades, it's over that hill, it's over that hill, the very next hill Don't lose heart, comrades, it's over that hill, paradise is just over that hill Over the very next, over the very next hill "The Scheme" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool The Desaturating Seven (2017) Schemers always scheming and they're scheming all the time By the flicker of the campfire, they scheme in dimly shine And they laugh and fantasize about the prize With the color's fresh and creamy they will snatch up on the rise Schemers wretched scheming, scheme on into the night Always formulating plans while tucked well out of sight And they laugh and carry on without the fear Of knowing the ramifications of the walls with tiny ears Scheming always scheming and they're scheming all the time Weaselly little schemers, they've got scamming on their minds Enamoring the masses is less than wise For the most successful schemers tell the most colossal lies "The Dream" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool The Desaturating Seven (2017) Those that dream in color are the lucky ones they say For dreams devoid of color are black and white and grey The shadows of a dreary day When minds are dripping color and there's liquid on the brain They laugh to one another and politely go insane In the countries of the dream terrain "The Storm" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool The Desaturating Seven (2017) With salivating psyches, the Seven start to swarm Anticipating gluttony with the coming of the storm The coming of the storm If gluttony were a virtue, the Seven would be saints For the glory of the valley they have come to surely taint Who is this Shirley Taint? With pail and lasso quick at hand they stalk and set to pounce While slobbering in their greed, the savory tension mounts The savory tension mounts As the rainbow rises with color rich and true They gaze in wide-eyed wonder at the vibrance of each hue The vibrance of each hue Leaping forward with the cunning of FOX on simple prey Flinging lassos in the air, but the colors drop away The colors drop away Sordid lines come snapping backwards, clashing with their hopes Dumbfounded wretched writhing as they tangle in their ropes And came a mighty flood of the colors they desired For the rainbows and the flowers of the valley had conspired Revelations often come when struggling not to sink That when the meek unite, they aren't helpless a one may think Drowning in the colors they had come to steal The valiant persecuted served a devastating meal No one in the valley wept for them "The Ends?" m. Les Claypool, Larry Lalonde, Tim "Herb" Alexander l. Les Claypool The Desaturating Seven (2017) Every leery of fools who try to wrangle rainbows Rainbow ends don't touch the ground Now rainbow ends don't touch the ground Now rainbow ends don't touch the ground