Sanoja: Cloud Cult. Becoming One Of You / Ad Brainwash, Pt. 1.

When you were born, you were the earth
Uprooted and screaming
Your mind as clear as the ocean
You were ready to be carved

Now there's a lot to be learned
From those first words
Those first steps
Those first thoughts:
"Who am I?"
And "Do I belong?"

By third grade you start to feel like
Something's horribly wrong with you
You know you're all different
But you're taught to fit in

So you try to talk, breathe, dress, act
And think like the others:
"I would do anything
If you would let me be
One of you"

I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be one of you

And as we grew older , I watched you all pretend
To be the same person
Rarely standing for who you really are
Never living your own truth

And all the while, I kept on struggling
To fit in with you fuckers
After all, we're of the same earth
We're made of the same dirt

You say you're who you wanna be
But tell me, are you happy?
You finally fit in
But only as wheels in the machine

Now you're the ones ripping down
Rainforest trees
To know my heart to be dust
I watched you fuck your pretty little secretaries
Your pretty little secretaries

I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be one of you

To make one just like another
To make them all alike
(All... alike)
(All alike)

I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be
Never wanted to be one of you

I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be
Never wanted to be one of you

To make one just like another
To make them all alike
All alike
Just like one who's just like another
All alike (All alike, all alike, all alike...)

(All alike, all alike, all alike...)

"Mother, wouldn't it be slick if we had an electric ironer? Like Sally's mother has?"
"Of course it would. And I'm looking forward to having an electric dryer, too. Wee!"
"No matter what the job is, there are machines to take the hard work out of it."

"There's no trick to do the wash with this baby, and we can go right on playing cribbage."
"Automatic, eh?"
"Oh, you betcha."