| Song | Not Quite Sonic |
| Artist | I Mother Earth |
| Album | Dig |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : I Mother Earth | |
| Not yet sonic | |
| But I'd like to reach the point | |
| Where I can say | |
| Yes I amBut it always seems to be | |
| About sensibilities | |
| And not who's listening | |
| No I'm not quite sonic | |
| What's real in the art school | |
| What's real in the white room | |
| This yet to tell my conscience | |
| Who to trust my thoughts with | |
| Or who to love | |
| You're oh so sonic | |
| So and so fantastically boring | |
| You're a fashion whore | |
| Being real is one thing | |
| Being nothing is something | |
| But at this point | |
| There's something wrong | |
| Chemically expensive hair | |
| Money that we wear | |
| Will get us what? | |
| It kinda makes you think | |
| Only animals | |
| Are friends... surreal friends | |
| Truly sonic | |
| The sights | |
| They're embryonic | |
| See what you want | |
| I'm not quite sonic | |
| The sounds | |
| They're quadraphonic | |
| Semi-moronic | |
| Not quite sonic |
| zuo ci : I Mother Earth | |
| Not yet sonic | |
| But I' d like to reach the point | |
| Where I can say | |
| Yes I amBut it always seems to be | |
| About sensibilities | |
| And not who' s listening | |
| No I' m not quite sonic | |
| What' s real in the art school | |
| What' s real in the white room | |
| This yet to tell my conscience | |
| Who to trust my thoughts with | |
| Or who to love | |
| You' re oh so sonic | |
| So and so fantastically boring | |
| You' re a fashion whore | |
| Being real is one thing | |
| Being nothing is something | |
| But at this point | |
| There' s something wrong | |
| Chemically expensive hair | |
| Money that we wear | |
| Will get us what? | |
| It kinda makes you think | |
| Only animals | |
| Are friends... surreal friends | |
| Truly sonic | |
| The sights | |
| They' re embryonic | |
| See what you want | |
| I' m not quite sonic | |
| The sounds | |
| They' re quadraphonic | |
| Semimoronic | |
| Not quite sonic |
| zuò cí : I Mother Earth | |
| Not yet sonic | |
| But I' d like to reach the point | |
| Where I can say | |
| Yes I amBut it always seems to be | |
| About sensibilities | |
| And not who' s listening | |
| No I' m not quite sonic | |
| What' s real in the art school | |
| What' s real in the white room | |
| This yet to tell my conscience | |
| Who to trust my thoughts with | |
| Or who to love | |
| You' re oh so sonic | |
| So and so fantastically boring | |
| You' re a fashion whore | |
| Being real is one thing | |
| Being nothing is something | |
| But at this point | |
| There' s something wrong | |
| Chemically expensive hair | |
| Money that we wear | |
| Will get us what? | |
| It kinda makes you think | |
| Only animals | |
| Are friends... surreal friends | |
| Truly sonic | |
| The sights | |
| They' re embryonic | |
| See what you want | |
| I' m not quite sonic | |
| The sounds | |
| They' re quadraphonic | |
| Semimoronic | |
| Not quite sonic |