Rufus Dumont: lyrics: I hear the groundskeeper's tune, he carols his song to the rhythm of the broom, he tends to his list of to-dos, the garden needs a weeding and the trees a groom, a worker of that backyard land, his trusty machete and shovel in hand, a methodical splitter of wood, and the fiercest sawzaller that ever stood. I hear the groundskeeper's tune, he sings to the rustle of the skunk and racoon he's the backyard's water supply, he can fill a 5 gallon bucket in the blink of an eye a summoner of things that grow, the nightshades, citrus and the avocados, the lettuce and mustard greens, yeah he's got the meanest garden you've ever seen. the day belongs to the day, the bird belong to his bird song sound, the dirt belongs to the plough, the groundskeeper belongs to the ground.

Wally: The day belongs to the day. Transcendental lyrics brother :3

Buddha: wow I'm loving day 6. I want to play this one! It is great!

claire: sorry that was claire, not buddha himself!

s: now i know who buddha is? ~~~~~~~

apri1: You have a wonderful voice!