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Lifeforms

by The Modal Nodes

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One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, but feasting on waste gives a certain creature pleasure. Its trash compactor home, or 3263827, is a jumble of space junk, and it stinks to high heaven. Look, but do not gawk at its eyestalk. You never see its body. That’s so punk rock! If you’re standing in the trash, and you see a little splash, dianoga! Dianoga! If you’re knee-deep in the muck and you feel a slimy sucker, dianoga! Dianoga! With tentacles like cobras, dianogas can be grabby, but if you lived in garbage, you would also be quite crabby. Feeding on Imperial scraps, it spends its time just cruising from front to back and underneath (when the walls are moving). That pesky devil on the detention level, was pretty vicious. It got a handle of Luke’s right ankle. Found it delicious! If you’re standing in the trash, and you see a little splash, dianoga! Dianoga! If you’re swimming in some sewage and you see some bubble brewage, dianoga! Dianoga!
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Intergalactic player, 3000 pound weigher, you’re as big as a tanker. But you’re not known for good looks more for your family of crooks, you’re the original gangster. Deceiving and thieving enslaving and raving extorting, cavorting kidnapping and trapping abusing and boozing misleading and cheating spice smuggling and mugging gun-running and clubbing You're lying there like a Buddha taking puffs off your hookah You don’t need much dialogue, just lie there feasting on frogs Because your enemies fear you no one can even get near you or your gargantuan gut when you’re a Hutt. Barking in Huttese, you’re morbidly obese, but that’s part of your charm. Putting bounties on heads, you gesture alive or dead with your weird stubby arms. Deceiving and thieving enslaving and raving extorting, cavorting kidnapping and trapping abusing and boozing misleading and cheating spice smuggling and mugging gun-running and clubbing With dancers stroking your ego, you’re rocking out to Max Rebo, You terrify all your captives, with your inimitable laughter. Because your enemies fear you no one can even get near you or your gargantuan gut when you’re a Hutt.
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Tall and hairy, scary if you’re adversarial, they’re a handful but to their friends they’re sociable. They come from Kashyyyk, with weapons they’re fantastic, they fight in throngs, they’re very strong, and live for very long. Not much for chit chat, but combat they’re good at and flying, if they could speak Galactic Basic, this is what they’d sing: We are loyal, we are brave We like to party on Life Day Our bodies are tall, our tempers are short We like to hang out in cool spaceports. We're weapons masters. We rock bowcasters. We live in trees We are Wookiees! I'll say it again, they're dependable, and if they have a life debt, you can bet they'll honor it and never will forget. They look impressive, expressive, a blur of fur, their vesture is austere, nothing but a bandolier. They speak in growls and they howl when they're feeling down, it's their way, but if they could speak like us, this is what they'd say: We are loyal, we are brave We like to party on Life Day We go to work, we line our pockets We go berserk, pull arms from sockets We're weapons masters. We rock bowcasters. We live in trees We are Wookiees! We are loyal, we are brave We like to party on Life Day Our fangs are sharp, our coats are plush, Our crossbow skills would make you blush. We're weapons masters. We rock bowcasters. We live in trees We are Wookiees!
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Ewok Village 03:25
You’d think that life would be a breeze when you’re cute as a Pekingese, but it’s not all sun and rainbows when you live among the trees. If you’re an Ewok, Your work is never done. There’s always berries to be foraged or danger to outrun And when they build a Death Star in your very backyard you can’t just stand idly by in your hut in the sky. Because it takes a village (de fratta weewa) That’s right, an Ewok village (oo Ewok weewa) up in the canopies (de oppra kha na) to save the galaxy (Allay loo ta yub nub) You’d think that life would be ducky when you’re cuddly as a puppy, but the Ewok way is struggling, they’re not only for snuggling. Just look at Wicket-- He’s cute and full of cheer, but he knows his way around a bow and wields a wicked spear And when you raze their little homes to erect a killing dome you’ll find that these balls of hair are much more than teddy bears Because it takes a village (de fratta weewa) That’s right, an Ewok village (oo Ewok weewa) up in the canopies (de oppra kha na) to save the galaxy (Allay loo ta yub nub) They just look so sweet as they take down a fleet of Walkers in the forest skies. With rocks and logs as weapons they teach the Empire a lesson to judge not creatures by their size. Because it takes a village (de fratta weewa) That’s right, an Ewok village (oo Ewok weewa) up in the canopies (de oppra kha na) to save the galaxy (Allay loo ta yub nub) Oh yeah, it takes a village (de fratta weewa) That’s right, an Ewok village (oo Ewok weewa) by the name of Bright Tree (cha sheeu nee foom) to save the galaxy (Allay loo ta yub nub)
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Cute little scrap haulers cruising in sandcrawlers swindling farmers and rubes pawning junk off on noobs poorly refurbished tech faulty mechanical dreck compulsive scavengers But their robes are a disguise ‘cause their eyes are yellow, and they glow. Their faces in shadow as they go to and fro, and for once I’d like to know what they won’t ever show what’s below what’s below the hood They travel with their clans for most of their lifespans wandering sandy roads in their dusty robes or riding on rontos like cowboys on broncos pint-sized hagglers But their robes are a disguise ‘cause their eyes are yellow, and they glow. Their faces in shadow as they go to and fro, and for once I’d like to know what they won’t ever show what’s below what’s below the hood They’re kind of humanoid, it makes me paranoid ‘cause judging by their eyes, they could be partly droid and that would just be sad to sell your own comrades Maybe that’s why their robes are a disguise ‘cause their eyes are yellow, and they glow. Their faces in shadow as they go to and fro, and for once I’d like to know what they won’t ever show what’s below what’s below the hood
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Mynocks 02:12
In dark, dank habitats like interstellar bats the mynocks fly in search for ships on which to perch. They speak through piercing squeals, they make starships their meals, they cripple hyperdrives, on power they survive. Starship captains, they despise them, for they could cause their hull to breach, and other creatures demonize them because no one likes a leach. They lock lips with your ship they've got a tight grip, they smell like armpit. They're covered in muck, they get by on luck, 'cause they love to suck on ships where they're stuck. With their leathery wings they feast on power like kings well, stick on and bite, space parasite. They don't much care about your problems, they just want to score some juice. No matter where, no matter from whom, they'd steal the lightning out from Zeus. They lock lips with your ship they've got a tight grip, they smell like armpit. They're covered in muck, they get by on luck, 'cause they love to suck on ships where they're stuck.
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I wait here all alone, in a chamber of stone behind an iron door, forgotten and ignored, while they party on upstairs from dusk ‘til dawn, I wallow here in rage down in my cage. Until somebody misbehaves, defies the Hutt someway, their impropriety is good news for me. I hear the trapdoor, my meal hits the floor, The gate rises up, and I’m free. Goodbye iron door! I pound my way across the floor, and I growl like I never ever have before From the dark into the light, now my prey is in my sight, and it looks like it is ready for a fight. I’m more, more than an eyesore, and I won’t be ignored. I’m a hungry carnivore. I’m a rancor! Under the floor a mighty conqueror who’s not an eyesore He’s a rancor. I have no regard for a Gamorrean guard. ‘til I eat it raw and ram it down my craw. Yes is always the answer. If they send me down a dancer, I’m so hungry I could even eat a bantha. I’m more, more than an eyesore, and I won’t be ignored. I’m a hungry carnivore. I’m a rancor! Under the floor A mighty conqueror who’s not an eyesore He’s a rancor. I’m not just a pet, and I won’t let them forget, and if you cannot tell, that’s not an idle threat. I trust no one really save for Malakili. I know he looks tough, but he’s really touchy-feely. I’m more, more than an eyesore, and I won’t be ignored. I’m a hungry carnivore. I’m a rancor! Under the floor A mighty conqueror who’s not an eyesore He’s a rancor.
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Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugnaughts! Little pig men! Little pig men! They follow the rules. They’re real good with tools. They're short but efficient, and very proficient. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugnaughts! Little pig men! Little pig men! They don’t wear a mask when working with gas. They're always annoyed. They're no friend to droids. Working dawn to dusk, living hand to tusk. They know the nitty-gritty in Cloud City. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugnaughts! Little pig men! Little pig men! Transporting and snorting, wherever they lurk, building and gilding, they take pride in their work! Uh! They work as hard as robots their boss is Lobot. And if they really need to… they ‘ll carbon freeze you! Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugnaughts! Little pig men! Little pig men!
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Wampa 02:49
A talented hunter, his attacks are precise, but his quarry is lacking on this planet of ice. If he ever should spot you with his cold yellow eyes you’d better prepare for an unwanted surprise. WAMPA! Camouflaged in white fur, he’s like the ninja of Hoth, his claws are sharp as a razor, and they cut a wide swath. So don’t try to judge him, for treating Luke as some meat, ‘Cause when you live in a wasteland, you eat what you eat! WAMPA! He’s not a snowman. Just let it go, man. He’s a wampa. She minds the ice cavern, while her partner hunts on, satisfying her hunger with Luke’s trusty tauntaun. While her prey hangs nearby, she pays no heed to him, and now he’s slashed himself loose, and now she’s missing a limb! MRS. WAMPA! Now don’t be petty. She’s not a yeti. She’s a wampa.
10.
They’re big and dangerous, too hideous for words, and yet Han is hauling an agitated herd. They’re in the cargo hold headed for King Prana, gnarling their nasty teeth like hungry piranha Rathtars! It’s more fun to fly with space octopi gigantic but spry with a back full of eyes. They curl into a ball, they’re bouncing off the walls, throw us around like dolls, they could destroy us all! Each one looks quite the same, but not identical. What’s that around your leg? A slimy tentacle! Rathtars! It’s more fun to fly with space octopi gigantic but spry with a back full of eyes. They just want to eat, they’re not discreet. An entire star fleet to them is just meat. Rathtars! It’s more fun to fly with space octopi gigantic but spry with a back full of eyes.
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Sarlacc 03:42
In the sands of the vast Dune Sea on the planet Tatooine, underneath a trio of moons, lies the Great Pit of Carkoon, a home as good as any for a sarlacc. except for one small thing that’s a drawback. It’s lonely. ‘Cause when you have to wait for a fresh playmate to fall within (or be thrown in) the wait can be quite brutal. And it’s no surprise when you’ve got no eyes, and no brow to furrow, deep in your burrow, it can all seem rather futile. Hungry. So hungry. Feed me. Hungry. So hungry. Feed me. Oh? But when it finally comes, fresh meat hits your dry gums. Your beaked tongue rushes out and starts thrashing about. Your first layer of teeth, and many underneath, after waiting for years, can swing into high gear. A Trooper and a Jawa cascading down through your maw, delicious treats galore, you’re happy as a spore. The vessels do their thing, attach to prey and sting. The toxins do confuse, and consciousness they lose, They resign to their fate, and then again you wait. But you can focus your attention on the process of digestion. That’s how a sarlacc perseveres because it takes a thousand years. But when you live in a pit, that’s it. You’ve gotta commit.
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You thought they smelled bad on the outside, these rideable lizards with fur, but if you’re snowbound and need a ride, there is no foot more sure. Their lengthy claws can cut through ice With double nostrils they’ll smell you twice Through snow and wind they’ll persevere They’re trusty through and through. Their climate can be challenging Their tail is great for balancing They bound around from there to here Like a funky kangaroo. You… surely can’t survive on Hoth without them. Without them Echo Base would just be screwed. Han! You’re riding on a double taun. You’re stylin’, got your parka on. You’re searchin’ because Luke is gone on your one ton tauntaun! Han! You’re crusin’ like the Autobahn, in a furry hat like Genghis Kahn, with crazy strides just like LeBron, on your one ton tauntaun! They’re faster than a cannonball, They’re sure-footed, but that’s not all, The sounds they make are quite unique, and once again, they stink. At least they have a lot of fur To cover up their foul blubber You can lead a tauntaun to water But on the planet Hoth it’s ice. They... were running wild before the rebels tamed them, now to a higher cause they lend their paws. Han! You’re riding on a double taun. You’re stylin’, got your parka on. You’re searchin’ because Luke is gone On your one ton tauntaun! Han, you’re crusin’ like the Autobahn, in a furry hat like Genghis Kahn, with crazy strides just like LeBron, on your one ton tauntaun! Tauntaun

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released November 16, 2017

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After spending years under the leadership of the dictatorial Figrin D'an, The Modal Nodes are finally free to explore their passion: writing songs about their favorite creatures.

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