VERSE ONE:
This here is the moment of a lifetime.
Take a break from your bullshit and trife’ times.
Wanna play some tunes - that's a lifeline
for many. Or get me on a dock, high
at your cottage paying homage to a lifestyle
of leisure you might find means to refine. I
might hang at a coffee shop without my
phone out, no doubt – you can't stop my
big plan to do little. A waterfall and picnic are cool. Get rid'a
all the stress - tall request. Never remove all bits o'
crap. That's a trap - you can do what you do,
that's just the facts. Get miraculous rewards when you choose
to get a deep tissue massage. Pain'll fade away into a mirage.
Smoke a eighth, and lose that ruder facade.
Feeling greater when you swim or you jog.
Some say “meditate - that's the way to get you calm in your thoughts.”
Productivity'll live in a box with well-defined walls.
Chill, let y'mind walk,
after working hard for a short period of time,
instead of time lost working your hind off,
not getting much done. Not really much fun.
Gonna’ get in some sun, with a crew or loved one:
that's an unsung tale in the West. "Bum"
is the name you'll get from the high-strung hum drum, but--

CHORUS:
Once in a while, all you need to do is relax. (x's 2)
These are confessions of a workaholic -
"Work til you fall" is a way to fall quick.
Once in a while all you need to do is relax.

VERSE TWO:
Get into that beer on a patio on a dead night,
songs simpatico with moods - and that's just "light."
Just like fresh, washed fruit, and the best bite,
is each one of ‘em. Loving them "sweaty fête"’s like
[it feel hot at night]. While in the day, it's
naps with your loved one - snuggle up. Take trips
up to the Shoppers Drugmart - just basic
chores while you ignore the clock. Just play shit
cool. Best ignore the talk that
claims it's a fool who just can't work non-stop.
What that'll do to your body is hardly the hearty party
that you wanna join in. You'll think you're a smartie.
There's a point when you'll bend, and you'll call the
ambulance. Not a happenstance for your "Tragic Pants."
Magic can't appear to disappear what is there.
What is here, is some chances to repair all the stress that is there –
the solution: to stare into space. Great
to have it - a habit that's gonna’ dare you to create.
A little more passion to be inactive has a taste
of irony. Likely to be rewarding if you take
the time to make some time to chillax.
Age-old sign of hate inside: you spill that
"there's no way to take a break!" Yo, kill that
thought. Not a lock on your brain box - feel that:

CHORUS x’s 2


VERSE THREE:
A little weird it takes effort to do nothing
for my peers. So austere, never revere jumping
into activities hacking that spirit. Needs
get benefitted. You’re never missing shit if you treat
your mental health. It'll help
if you work on a colouring book, colour a mandala.
Take some time to cook, try your hand at a
sudoku, jigsaw, or crossword.
I know too, some of you feel off and awkward
with the idea that petting pets will lower your level of stress,
Blood pressure, heart rate. Great. I know "never a rest
for the wicked." But if you're patient, "getting upset" lowers in its
probability of frequency. And learning patience
is a skill that needs to be practiced –
relaxing is an easy means to be tapping
in that shit. Fantastic regency
over tension, anxiety, fears and trauma
could be yours, instead'a false piety "they're softer"
is the reason that people are unable to conquer
everything they face. Make space for dropping
fake notions. Increase y'quotient of awesome.
In commotion, know emotions get larger
when you miss rest. Yes, gonna’ stress the topic.
You can sleep when you're dead, but that death comes hot quick!

CHORUS x’s 2