1. |
Herein!
01:33
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I spit ferociously in the midst of the blitz
I cannot contain my indifference to the hip young wannabe's
telling me to stop fucking around
telling me to find my sound
THIS IS THE SOUND
Blasting through your earholes into the cavernous hollow that appears to be your skull
come on baby
I know you're watching
know you're listening with glistening eyes to the blistering rhymes that fly off my tongue
supple and stick
my how the time flies when you live like a bum
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2. |
Dandelions And Daisies
03:08
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Dandelions and daisies fill the fields
Buttercups and roses too
Tulip lipped and smiling
silent strangers,
kicking one around for two
Bathing in the rays of mother sun
and sleeping in the heat at noon
Filling up with angel cake
while eyelids flutter and the sky turns blue
And I can't stop just for a minute
if i'm in it to win it
On a dramatic day I say to a thousand finds crawling into my brain
Pipe down, not now,
its lockdown,
whats that sound?
I've got to be within in
I've got to get up and spin it so let's go
Sorry, my dear, but I'm newly taken
With the newest shade of blue
My rap sheet's pretty scratchy I'll admit
My anger is a weakness too
It's taken me some time to get where I am now
How long have I been gone?
On the horizons I see blanket mountains,
ranging endlessly as I write these songs
Let's go
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3. |
Tank
05:08
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can i really be the bumble bee
so spritely, brightly, bouncing on the breeze honey in my knees, please,
while the queen bee dies quietly in the hive
can i really be the tank atop the bank blank stare,
with my fist pumped in the air
a gun shot shank
a living blood tank funded by the world bank and bear skin thugs
i can’t see my mind
i can’t see my soul
i cant see my mind
i cant let ‘them’ know
and this could be the longest drive i’ve ever driven
nothing is forbidden
given you’re forever sinning
forever sinning with me
can i really be a knight in battle-skin i’m needle thin,
and this pile driver spins out of control
my gauntlet, iron tight around a petal
pedal to the metal here i go again
i can’t see my mind
i cant see my soul
i can’t see my mind
i can’t let them know
i make my way through the blue corridor and i am now standing in an empty street my feet set on the splashed stone pavement and i begin to stumble home
i stumble home
i’m so fucking far away
i think of her in my room *phone rings, says..*
“tell me what i wanna hear” “i love you”
“i love you too”
how does it feel wrapped in my sheets
a kiss for a kiss is how we’ll keep
And my fingers cross your sleeping cheek
And i’ll eat your dreams when you’re asleep
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4. |
Bathtub
03:00
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Roll with me
And we can take some time
baby showing me
the lights that lit this lie
kiss me tenderly
into my chest
i dive with you
Roll with me
and we can taste this high
baby showing me
tonight we live or die
kiss me tenderly
into my chest
i die with you
roll with me
roll with me
roll with me
roll with me
Roll with me
and you can feel the symbiotic beams of energy
bursting through chest of all my former enemies
I will not rest until all your dreams come true
can you pull me through?
Baby, my baby
you're driving me crazy
all the ways that you change me
all the ways you make me feel so high
roll with me
roll with me
roll with me
roll with me
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5. |
Monteverdi
05:08
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Do you really want to be by yourself?
Do you really want to be by yourself?
when it goes down?
No one around
The skinheads cut down the blossom tree
It's petals danced around bound boots as the chainsaw tore right through the arms of beauty.
weeping pink the tree wept petal tears
and the flowers moaned as the iron teeth tore through natures stone like a hungry mut
tearing at the scraps of a meatless feast
unbeknownst to the merchants of bone-weilding death.
The skinheads cut down the blossom tree
woe cries the sun god and woe cries the wing
the heat beats on their bald scalps like a thousand fists upon a door in the house inferno
but to no avail.
the pink blizzard still winds down onto the dead concrete curb,
past the chainsaw, unperturbed
to its boot dancing brothers,
it's sisters and mother blow under some other spell
it's rooted family mourn those who fell under the metal peal
Do you really want to be all alone?
Do you really want to be by yourself?
When it goes down?
No one around
When it goes down?
No one around
The skinheads cut down the blossom tree
It was just a sight i happened to see
As I came home with bacon and eggs, i left heavy legged
and the words on the page that now you hear,
are the blossom trees final thoughts to me
God speed son of mother,
take heed.
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6. |
Vibe zzz
01:27
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