1. INDONESIA (ALTERNATE VERSION) (FT. TOMMY GILES ROGERS)

This plane's going down in flames, and this time there's no black box to capture your last words.
A situation we can't make any sense of. Sacrifice costs all of us everything.
This is the time to turn down our heads and turn up our hearts.
There's no scale to...(there's no scale to...) Balance this out.
Some say may those who curse days, curse this day.
There's no scale to...(there's no scale to...) Balance this out.
Oh...
How does a man wrap his mind around eternity, when he can't even...(when he can't even...) Explain his own...(explain his own...) Composition?
Don't you see it's bigger than you?
He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame, colors to shame.
He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame, colors to shame...
The earth will swallow the water. The clouds refill the oceans.
The earth will swallow the water and spit out.
The clouds will refill, refill the oceans.
The earth will swallow... Old mountains will crumble... ...the water and spit out. ...and stronger ones will rise.
The clouds will refill... This is the portrait... ...refill the oceans. ...of the humble and broken.
This plane crashed down in flames...(down in flames...) With a man who lived, who died, to better this world.
David, rest in peace.
He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame, colors to shame.
He sleeps in the mountains of Indonesia, and the white on his flag brings colors to shame, colors to shame.


2. LINOLEUM (NOFX COVER)

Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, i've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, i've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And on to the floor
My closest friend linoleum
Linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head