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This is what you could call a sung rap. As I started writing these verses, I couldn't get over how uncool my rap voice sounded. I had to make do.
lyrics
So capricious are my dreams and my wishes but this one transcends it seems the
Moon keeps on blinking at me through the dark and naked trees
Fuck it, this is Bone to the C,
Your static words mean shit to me
Hendrix talks of being free, excavating roots, reseeding
Rather be than not to be
but freedom has no bed to sleep in,
Rootless and no home to keep him, Weary running days repeating,
Groundhogs in our cages tweetin
Paths so lonely, paths so beaten
Yeah, I feel like something’s cheated, Something long ago I needed
Something when the moment beated
Something when this shit had meaning
I once was found but now I’m lost
but Rather ask than never pause
to Dig the very ground you walk on, Reasons for the shit you talk and
All that asking in your prayers
Never open your punk ears
Gathering your weight in mirrors, Let the layers, fucked up years
fill in all the blanks and fears
Air it out, it disappears
Lyrical prankster, spiritual gangster, miracle thankster, here what we sangs ‘ta
You don’t just work here, BLAH, don’t fake it
You were here, you helped make it
No excuses you can’t take it, Laziness as bared as naked
We all feel it, but don’t break it
Heavy world, can’t even shake it
Prefer my futon to the matrix
Real or move on, cuz I hate trix
Sit at redlights, feel that time ich, Ratherbea cowboy than a manbitch
zombie eating his ham sandwich,
eyes on screens, what a fucked up niche
what a fucked up niche
Has it all been done before?
Collective full unconscious? Sure!
And now the internet was born so robots hear each other more
Our eyes and ears are spoken for
by screens and moneybags galore
Them lonely hearts can’t hear no more
I think I’ve huffed and puffed enough
And blow me, homey, with your shady stuff
There’s so much here for us to love, so take your chipped off shoulder, Bud
and grab your bored ass off the floor
find the nichizzle-izzle all you mafks here for
The UK pianist, a touring member of Black Sabbath, Travis, and others, returns with his first contemporary-classical album in over 20 years. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2021