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I went in a time machine and found Henry David Thoreau in his natural habitat and took a picture, he kinda looks like me.

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I drew this picture of a bird when i was little and going to Tritt Elementary school. By the way the brown thing is a beak not a worm! I failed the project for putting a rabbit on the ground because we were supposed to have only one animal. Oh and its related to transcendentalism because... uh nature C:

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Quotes- The way i perceived your instructions on the quotes may be a little off and im to lazy to email you c: 

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Quotes- The way i perceived your instructions on the quotes may be a little off and im to lazy to email you c: 

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“Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live. ”
“Very early, I knew that the only object in life was to grow.”
“Nature provides exceptions to every rule.”
“I now know all the people worth knowing in America and I find no intellect comparable to my own.”
I went and found another transcendentalist hippie named Margret Fuller. She was not only a transcendentalist but also a feminist and a narcissist. Probably one of the worst people to exist and become famous.

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Margaret Fuller Quotes (Author of Woman in the Nineteenth Century)

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30 quotes from Margaret Fuller: 'Today a reader, tomorrow a leader.', 'If you have knowledge , let others light their candles in it.', and 'Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live. '

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Emerson's house has guards/caretakers at give tours now and you can go and walk through certain parts of his house to see what it was like to live in his home. Not like he was there much but still. /caretakers

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While searching for a place to live, they came across the Emerson job and were immediately interested because of the chief perk: free rent. So, as many of their contemporaries fled west to Oregon, to a life of drizzle and fleece, Mr. Bemis and Ms. Lieberg headed in the opposite direction, to help preserve the spirit of Emerson, who wrote, "The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks."

They knew little about the writer. Mr. Bemis grew up near the Emerson House but had never stepped inside. To connect with their long-gone host and his philosophy of individualism, freedom and self-reliance, the couple tried to read his essays and to listen to his work on audiotape, but it was only after watching a DVD about Emerson that they began to understand him.

"I feel like he was the first person, or one of the first people, to start thinking outside the box with his whole Transcendentalism and, like, God and nature and all that," Ms. Lieberg said. "So we were like, O.K., he's cool, nonconformist. And we like that."

They got the caretaking position, and took up residence in April. Mr. Bemis had grown up around historic buildings, and so was at ease in the Emerson House, but Ms. Lieberg had never lived amid the quirk and slope of severe vintage. "I'm from the West," she explained. "This was the oldest-looking apartment I'd ever seen."

Neither of them looked the caretaker part. With a deep tan and residual ski hair, Mr. Bemis perpetually seems as if he just took his final run of the day. And Ms. Lieberg, fresh faced and petite, could have walked out of a granola commercial.

Ms. Lieberg also had trouble picturing herself as a housekeeper. Mr. Bemis, who took on the gardening chores, had been a landscaper out West, and so mowing and trimming two and a half acres of lawn, hedges and grapevines suited his résumé. But Ms. Lieberg, a beauty school graduate, had been giving Aveda facials for a living, and wearing dresses and heels to work. Also, she is a "last minute" person, the kind who thinks of the clothes dryer as a satellite closet.

"Me, with a vacuum and a duster?" she said. "But I talked to my parents and they were like, 'It's the Emerson House.' "

Emerson and his second wife, Lidian, moved into the home in 1835. Over the next 47 years, they hosted a stream of distinguished guests at the house, fulfilling Emerson's hope to "crowd so many books and papers and, if possible, wise friends, into it that it shall have as much wit as it can carry." Margaret Fuller, a pioneering feminist, spent hours talking with Emerson in his study. Louisa May Alcott practiced painting by copying the pictures that still hang on the Emersons' walls. Henry David Thoreau lived with the family off and on for years and is believed to have stayed in what is now Ms. Lieberg and Mr. Bemis's guest bedroom.

"The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it," Emerson wrote. Lidian Emerson herself was an aspiring writer and a respected conversationalist. But she was also a strikingly meticulous homemaker.

"I have a carpenter's eye - I know when anything is a hair's breadth off the right line," she often said, according to her eldest daughter, Ellen Tucker Emerson, in a biography of her mother published posthumously in 2002. "How often has she cried out desperately, 'Put that vase in the middle of the table! It ceases to be an ornament, and becomes mere litter when it stands an inch or two out of position.' "

Now Ms. Lieberg maintains this precision, with a feather duster and a cordless vacuum. The nightly dusting alone poses a challenge. The house contains eight large rooms plus anterooms, landings and corridors. Victorian custom, and Emerson predilection, called for tabletops and mantels filled with plaster statuettes, bisque candlesticks, conch shells, clocks, thermometers, busts, painted clamshells, pin cushions and oil lamps.

As Ms. Lieberg flicks her duster around the objects and the bookshelves, which contain some 3,500 volumes, she hopes she won't "be the person to knock something over that's really ancient."

For deep cleans, she lugs an electric vacuum upstairs and down. She uses Old English polish on the dozens of desks, nightstands, hutches and beds, including the four-poster where Emerson drew his last breath. After spending the first few weeks relocating the bric-a-brac to positions that might have prompted one of Lidian Emerson's infamous shrieks ("She loves a good delivering scream," Emerson once said), Ms. Lieberg adopted a piecemeal cleaning strategy that better preserved the authentic air the Emerson descendants wanted: Move an object, dust; move an object, dust. With the china and metal plates on the dining room sideboard, she sets out the pieces in identical order so she'll know how to put them all back.

The Emersons owned no fewer than 127 hanging mirrors, daguerreotypes, paintings, photographs and prints, all also requiring cleaning. And while Mrs. Emerson, an early advocate for animals, hated to sweep out spider webs, especially ones with eggs, Ms. Lieberg will raise her broom at even the slightest wisp.

Bay Emerson Bancroft, the Emerson descendant, called Ms. Lieberg's duties an education. "With women's lib, the whole domain of domestic work has been relegated to the back of women's minds," Ms. Bancroft said. "How do you clean a house well? It's a mundane task, but there's a total art to it."

It isn't lost on Ms. Lieberg that the Emerson caretaking falls along stereotypical gender lines. Mr. Bemis mows the lawn, trims the hedges and tends Emerson's prolific grapevines and the roses that his wife brought from her native Plymouth - all work that takes place in warmer weather and as needed. Ms. Lieberg's duties run year-round except when the house is closed between late October and late April, a hiatus that overlaps with the slow season for their day jobs at Hutchins Farm.

Ms. Lieberg documents their experiences in a blog, afarmerinthedell.wordpress.com, where she posts recipes for meals she has cooked in the Emerson House's original kitchen. The Castle Crawford cast-iron stove no longer works, but it makes a homey sight, along with the original brick oven, where she and Mr. Bemis store wine. They often invite friends over to eat outside, beneath the particularly fragrant grapevine draping their porch, or to drink at the bar Mr. Bemis built of farm-stand wood.

"We're pretty sure this is the first bar that's ever been in the Emerson House," Ms. Lieberg said. "We call it Ralph's Place."

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While searching for a place to live, they came across the Emerson job and were immediately interested because of the chief perk: free rent. So, as many of their contemporaries fled west to Oregon, to a life of drizzle and fleece, Mr. Bemis and Ms. Lieberg headed in the opposite direction, to help preserve the spirit of Emerson, who wrote, "The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks."

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Thoreau went to live where he felt most free but he wasn't alone and to far out in nature, he had neighbors. I still believe he was the first ever "hippie" who started the hippie movement far after his time.

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The Stone

By John Kaag and Clancy Martin

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Credit Credit Library of Congress

He lived on an acre just above Walden Pond. He had a small garden, survived off the land, and enjoyed the wild apples that still grew around Concord, Mass., in the 19th century. He stayed near Walden because it was here that he could be most free.

His name was not Henry David Thoreau.

Brister Freeman was a black man, one of the original inhabitants of Walden Woods. As Laura Walls tells us in her new biography of Thoreau, Freeman fought in the Revolution, and afterward "declared his independence through his surname," but "unable to prove his freedom outside of Concord, he bought an acre on the hill north of Walden Pond, Brister's Hill." Today, Walden is preserved as a state park, and is a Registered National Historic Landmark, and so long as visitors can find parking, they come and go as they please - as did Thoreau - but many of his neighbors couldn't.

On Thoreau's 200th birthday this July he might want us to remember the men and women, largely unacknowledged by history, who were confined to this paradisiacal corner of the earth. It was, indeed, a sanctuary, but for many of Thoreau's companions freedom was narrowly circumscribed. Their world was, according to the historian Elise Lemire, the " Black Walden," a place of not-so-quiet desperation.

For consumers of conventional history, it is easy enough to fall into the impression that Thoreau was the only person at Walden, that the pond was a pristine tract of wilderness. It wasn't. Walden was just beyond the bounds of civilized convention - which meant that it was a place for outcasts. Thoreau knew this, and willingly lived among them, those who had been barred from the inner life of many wealthy suburbs of Boston.

The self-imposed austerity that we often associate with Thoreau's tree-hugging ways was, in fact, a means of understanding those individuals who had to eke out a meager existence on the outskirts of society. This does not make Thoreau a saint, but it does suggest an intimate connection between Thoreau's retreat to the woods and his ability to understand those suffering under the conditions of oppression.

So who exactly were Thoreau's neighbors?

As Lemire and Walls discovered in researching Thoreau, these individuals embodied the fraught history of race in the Americas. Brister Freeman's sister, Zilpah White, was also a freed slave. After the Declaration of Independence was defended, she lived on the edge of Thoreau's famous bean field, the place where he toiled for two years in the hopes of realizing Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Self-Reliance," the rare and difficult act of supporting oneself.

Lemire explains that Zilpah White did it without fanfare. She wove linen and made brooms for a living. Arsonists burned her house down in 1813. She managed to escape the fire, but her dog, cat and chickens died. She rebuilt her home. But her life - and life for women like her - didn't have much in common with Rousseau's Romantic ideal of the state of nature.

And then there were the pale-faced, redheaded citizens of Walden Woods who didn't quite get to be white, the Irish. The Irish immigrants who came to the United States in the first half of the 19th century were, for the most part, ghettoized in the borderlands of society. Thoreau, however, sustained long and meaningful relationships with the many Irish immigrants who came to live and work on the railroad line near Walden.

Walls discovered that Thoreau met an ailing Irish ditchdigger named Hugh Coyle and offered to show him a clean spring that ran near Brister's Hill. But the old man was too sick to make the short trip. He, like so many Irish near slaves, drank himself to death in abject poverty.

By the time Thoreau came to Walden on July 4, 1845, most of America's untouchables were gone, but the traces of former slaves, squatters, immigrants and day laborers were everywhere. John Breed, another impoverished worker on the outskirts of Concord life, lived in a small house just a stone's throw from the pond. In Walls's words, "Local boys burned it down in 1841." At the age of 24, Thoreau raced from Concord to watch the fire, and conversed with Breed's distraught son the next day. By that time, Breed himself was already dead: he too died drunk on Walden Road in 1824.

Thoreau was aware of the proverbial "nobodies" who occupied, and in many cases laid claim to, the land that he would later inhabit. Ralph Waldo Emerson purchased the cheap, mostly unoccupied and abandoned land around Walden where Thoreau would make his famous home from Thomas Wyman, a potter. Emerson would soon after invite Thoreau to build his writer's retreat on this acreage. But before he did so, in April 1845, Thoreau bought the shanty of James Collins, a man who, Walls says, was an "Irish railroad worker moving up the line." Thoreau paid $4.25 for the house (about $150 today). At dawn, the Collinses moved out, all of their belongings wrapped tidily in a small single parcel. Thoreau disassembled their shanty, bleached the boards, and used them to construct his cabin in the woods.

"Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity" - Thoreau embraced Spartan living as a matter of choice, but the irony of him tearing down a shed in pursuit of his much-celebrated modest way of life is a bit painful. It's easy for us to judge Thoreau today; the privileged white man who plays at living austerely (choosing some "alternative way of life" that has been imposed on others) is a familiar target. But Thoreau himself was aware of this. Walls, for example, believes that Thoreau was probably helping the Collins family escape a lien on their house.

Thoreau recognized that he had every advantage; he also knew that the disadvantaged went, generally speaking, unnoticed by people of privilege. Social justice was in no small part a matter of counteracting this myopia, of recognizing suffering of others hidden in plain sight.

For Thoreau, what keeps the rich from understanding the plight of the poor is, in part, the fact of their richness, their stuff: not just metaphorically or conceptually, but literally. It's hard to understand the inner lives of others if you're always going shopping or looking after your household business or rushing off to parties. To "live deliberately," in Thoreau's words, was to wrest oneself from the diversions of this rat race, to understand the difference between the seemingly urgent matters of spending and acquiring and the truly significant ones of caring and thinking.

"Do not trouble yourself much to get new things," Thoreau instructs us. "Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts." To be free from the distractions of modern life - of the endlessly diverting display of the ordinary, social world of stuff, stuff and more stuff - allowed a person to focus and think. What could we think if worldly possessions didn't occupy our thoughts? What and whom could we attend to if we stopped attending only to ourselves?

Thoreau is often portrayed as a hermit, a lonely individual who rejected all forms of community. He was, in truth, happy enough to abandon the formalities and luxuries of conventional life, but only in an attempt to participate in a wider natural and social order.

This was a man who communed with the trees, spoke to bean fields, and conspired with the rain and sunshine that fed his crops. Yes, he had woodland friends. Many of his human companions were equally unusual: John Breed's son, a day laborer, who lamented the destruction of his boyhood home; Perez Blood, the eccentric astronomer who Thoreau visited repeatedly on the outskirts of town; Sophia Foord, the brilliant spinster who fell in love with the one man, Thoreau, who rivaled her in peculiarity; the unnamed fugitive slave whom Thoreau escorted to the railroad station so that he could make safe passage to Canada. Countless others.

Part of embracing Thoreauvian wilderness is to open ourselves to individuals and groups who exist beyond the town limits. These were outsiders, unknowns, even outcasts, and Thoreau acquainted himself with them, came to understand them and spent part of his life caring for them. Thoreau entreats us to open our eyes to everyone. If he appears reclusive perhaps it is because we fail to see the significance of his companions - it is perhaps because we are not ourselves reclusive enough, or, for that matter, social enough in the Thoreau's peculiarly intimate way.

In 1945, a century after Thoreau made his home on the banks of Walden Pond, Ralph Ellison began to write "Invisible Man." "I am an invisible man," Ellison's black narrator explains. "I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids - and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me."

This refusal, whether conscious or not, is nonetheless, strategic: a way to superficially erase the injustice that silently underpins progress and affluence. The Native Americans of the Merrimack Valley vanished first to make way for the settlers - then the workers and slaves who supported the nation and the even-then-affluent Concord. What remains is the myth of the rugged, forward-looking individual fitted precisely to a country that would rather not retrace its questionable history. This, however, was never Thoreau.

"There are few things "in this world as dangerous as sleepwalkers," Ellison wrote. Eyes closed, oblivious to the world, they proceed at their own peril, but more tragically, the peril of invisible others. If you rise before the sun and travel to Walden Pond, it is easy to understand the advantages of keeping your eyes open. We must, according to Thoreau, "reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us even in our soundest sleep."

To take Thoreau's example, however, is not simply a matter of appreciating the natural world, of taking careful note of every woodchuck and birch. It also involves looking into the trees, into the near darkness, to discern the hidden, human figures who silently abide there. And slowly disappear.

Correction:

An earlier version of this article incorrectly identified Walden Pond as a national park. It is a Massachusetts state park and a Registered National Historic Landmark.

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Opinion | At Walden, Thoreau Wasn't Really Alone With Nature

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The Stone By John Kaag and Clancy Martin He lived on an acre just above Walden Pond. He had a small garden, survived off the land, and enjoyed the wild apples that still grew around Concord, Mass., in the 19th century. He stayed near Walden because it was here that he could be most free.

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I have been watching "you suck at cooking" ever sense the channel kicked off and i love the videos. This one just came to mind when thinking of transcendentalism. The guy cooking acts like a hippie the entire time, which is what I am convinced a transcendentalist is.
Its also really funny, watch it c:

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Transcendental Granola - You Suck at Cooking (episode 43)

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Elon Musk is the kinda man who says "forget everything, ill do as i want!" he makes "flame throwers" for fun. They aren't actually flame throwers and he named it not a flame thrower. He gets tired of traffic in LA, he builds a tunnel to cut time and 🤬 traffic. Not for anyone else, just so he can get places faster. Later in the podcast they talk about spooky future with robots and even further toward the end they talk about enlightenment and meditation at like 2:21:00 ish
its definitely an interesting and funny podcast give it a look c:

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Poem- I remember you saying something about Emily Dickinson earlier in the year, or it was Macon, either way shes a hippy writer about nature and stuff so that is how I see this as transcendentalism.

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Poem- I remember you saying something about Emily Dickinson earlier in the year, or it was Macon, either way shes a hippy writer about nature and stuff so that is how I see this as transcendentalism.

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""Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity. "-Emily Dickinson

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"Nature" is what we see-
The Hill-the Afternoon-
Squirrel-Eclipse- the Bumble bee-
Nay-Nature is Heaven-
Nature is what we hear-
The Bobolink-the Sea-
Thunder-the Cricket-
Nay-Nature is Harmony-
Nature is what we know-
Yet have no art to say-
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

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"Nature" Is What We See Poem by Emily Dickinson - Poem Hunter

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668 "Nature" is what we see-The Hill-the Afternoon-Squirrel-Eclipse- the Bumble bee-Nay-Nature is Heaven-Nature is what we hear-The Bobolink-the Sea-Thunder-the Cricket-Nay-Nature is Harmony-Nature is what we know-Yet have no art to say-So impotent Our Wisdom isTo her Simplicity.

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Howie Green Hippie Musician Decorative Psychedelic Pop Modern Art
In my eyes Henry David Thoreau is the first hippie and started the hippie trend when his writings and work started to get picked up far after his time.

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this picture came up when i googled transcendentalism pictures. I decided to pick it because street graffiti is more influential and is out in the world where you can see it on your average day instead of going to see art in a museum or on the internet.
"The graffiti artist Banksy stenciled this picture onto a wall in London, England. Banksy's picture shows a little girl losing the grip of what typically would be a balloon but is shown as a TV. The picture reflects the transcendental belief of nonconforming to society by drifting away from society's technology. "-Kaitlyn Hughes and Mackenzie Kuhl

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This image reminded me of that eye quote from Thoreau.

“Direct your eye inward, and you'll find / A thousand regions in your mind / Yet undiscovered. Travel them, and be / Expert in home-cosmography”-Thoreau

It was created by Brian Stauffer a transcendentalist artist.

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Song 3-All is Known- King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard-                                  This song indirectly emphasizes the need for material items and how we are so attached to them like weeds. When in reality this advanced technology is just for convenience and entertainment.

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Song 3-All is Known- King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard-                                  This song indirectly emphasizes the need for material items and how we are so attached to them like weeds. When in reality this advanced technology is just for convenience and entertainment.

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"Human beings, vermin weed
Made of old technology
So I succeed, supersede
Exterminated like paint to acetone"

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King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - All Is Known

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All Is Known Lyrics: Human beings, vermin weed / Made of old technology / So I succeed, supersede / Exterminated like paint to acetone / All is known / You've got gaps, synapses / I'm connected to the

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Song 2-"Spider And Me"- King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard-                                This song can be related to transcendentalism through a man and his friend spider being free. This relates to transcendentalism through freedom. 

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Song 2-"Spider And Me"- King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard-                                This song can be related to transcendentalism through a man and his friend spider being free. This relates to transcendentalism through freedom. 

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Let me introduce you to my new friend
Under the tree
Spider and me
All day we'll sit up there, eager and free
Over the tree
Spider and me

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King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard (Ft. Mild High Club) - The Spider And Me

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The Spider And Me Lyrics: Let me just introduce you to my friend / Under the tree / Spider and me / All day we'll sit about, giggling free / Under the tree / Spider and me / Spider and me / Spider and me

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Song 1-Count Down-The band King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard are extremely out there and unique. They defy what it means to be in anyway a "normal" or "average" band. They have songs that vary from all sorts of genres and themes that you wouldn't find anywhere else.

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Song 1-Count Down-The band King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard are extremely out there and unique. They defy what it means to be in anyway a "normal" or "average" band. They have songs that vary from all sorts of genres and themes that you wouldn't find anywhere else.

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"When it all falls away
Clothes start to fray
Buildings decay
Rabble remains
Where they were green
Sterility
Humanity
Staring at me"

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King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard (Ft. Mild High Club) - Countdown

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Countdown Lyrics: Countdown / D-Day / I don't want to be late / For countdown / Distress / I don't want to make a mess / When it all falls away / Clothes start to fray / Buildings decay / Rabble