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Magic E
07:24
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From the R. E. B. to the magic E
To the L to the W to the I to the T
To the H to the O to the U to the T
To the A to the C to the O. A. T.
R is for rapidly running round the ruins of a
broken brain strewn with strange things brewin
E is for empty heart achin with hunger for the love
from the eternal source to make me feel younger, and
B is for bored of searchin for rewards, not
ever gettin closer to the crunch of the cause
E is for everything I ever like to see gettin
sucked into the void eventually
L is for lovin the music too much to want it to sell, I want it to
dwell deep inside you, now your money can go to hell
W is for within, for all the
things I sing take their sting from the original sin
I is for i and i askin why we die, why we
get high, get low, get so shy
T is for the torment of devil's horns bent round ya
neck, so schlecht 'til you give up on your quest
H is for hate, such a distasteful waste of ya
patience and grace which it sucks from ya face
O is for oh my god, why won't this flow of
insane inane mundane brain babble switch off
U is for unable to stop gettin screwed by my
own bullshit as it drops from my shoes
T is for the trauma of your former years drowned, dowsed in
warm beer, coming back as all of your forlorn fears
A is for actually doin somethin about this shit
and pullin yourself up from the pit
C is for choosin who's in tune with your polarity
or creatin your reality
O is for obvious but so elusive
hidden in plain sight like camouflaged troopers
A is for attraction (comma) the law of
whatever I resent and resist I get more of
T is for teachin best the shit I need to know
...so motherfucker here we go
(repeat chorus)
From the R. E. B. to the magic E
No you can't see me in a fantasy
Cause I'm real, motherfucker and I gladly be the real
Me, with all the glory and majesty of a
Human bein who is feelin free
Free as I can be ‘cause I'm Q-U-double-E-R
Livin in the B-R-I-G-H-T-O-N
Psychic when I'm flowin because I see where we're goin
We're gonna stop blamin all the things around us
For bein boxed in, havin stopped bein boundless
Worshippin the ground which is dirtied by our brown sticky
Egos trippin, we go tippin thirty dishes down the drain
Does it sound insane that the profoundest pain
Is knowin that shit's never comin back again?
What is it? The proper shit
All my words form a glock now I'm cockin it
All my feelins form a cock now I'm blockin it
All my people walk away now I'm lockin shit
Down in my room all day until my pockets split
Open with my hope-provokin poems and I flow a bit
Strange sideways like a crab with spina bifida
I'm'a slip in the references if I didn't think of a
Piece of original pirate material but you can still
Hear your rappin heroes gettin chewed up like Cheerio
Cereals, cause I'm comin to the crunch of the issue, I'm
Super serial like Al Gore if man-bear-pigs flew
I'm with you but I'm so confused by what my
Ink drew, I'm like Pingu babblin in his
Igloo, and I ain't got no hit tunes
But somehow you feel the truth of what just hit you
(repeat chorus)
From the R. E. B. to the magic E
To the L to the W to I to the T
To the H to the O to the U to the T...
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There's a fire in my soul and it's burnin low
It only takes hold when it yearns to grow
I learn to speak slow, and listen slower
Try not to take control of the flow I know I
Need a little time to build this patience
How much time will it take? I'm not skilled with patience
Need a little love to build this relationship
With myself, but my current choice is escapin it
Fakin it, when there's no real love that's takin it
Upon itself to slap me in the face and sit with me until
I get over the shock and rock me back and forth
Until I realize there's a powerful force
In here... that's what's out there
Oh, shit, I think that's what might scare
Me the most when I see the coast and I've been told that
Everythin from the stream to the sea is the ghost
Of everything that's real inside us
All this energy can heal or divide us
No creation, no destruction, no plus, no minus,
No interruption, it's just that time is a
Line that can cut through the finest most sublimest of moments
And cut me off from the whole which is unbroken
I miss the essence by trying to define this
Maybe that's why I keep trying to rewind this
And find the switch to fix all these oxymorons
But these luscious deserts keep pourin more water on the
Wilting immortal flower, the power that scorches and devours
And in doing so regurgitates space
In which life may grow
And a white, plain snow may settle over it all
And reflect that which I know
And quietly that fire may glow
78.508 BPM with the 808
vibrations will replace what we take to be solid state
then become the lines that we retrace
(Marcus BRiTMOUF Mandible):
I sat down with a drink to think and squeezed the lime in
Sun's shinin, wow, what perfect timin
Time to shake off the day, had me shackled in irons
Keep aspirin, I count the buttons on the
TV remote, and the ice cubes in the glass whilst they
Still float. Take a sip, it's crisp, it tastes
Good, sweet and silent, said it I meant it
It's a mind's worth I'm mindin, one, one or two, like,
121112, no major loss
Don't count the cost. The vinyl stopped, it's still fun
Come back later, this is the house that I'm
Not in. I'm busy, I'm busy
Watchin clouds of smoke float, rinse my mouth out with hand soap
For spittin mid toke, it's a steep slope
On top a rockin boat, knock knock but it's not a joke
Origami sails settin fire, yes
You know it's so and so, and so I go and go
Doin what I do best, generation yes men
Front pretendin that they're X men
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ADHD
04:21
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Your rap attacks are whacker than the crackheads that are backin ya
Sit back, relax and gasp at my spectacular vernacular
Ten packs of Maxipads couldn't withstand the flow that's smackin ya
Pours from my loins, ladies lick it up like Dracula
I be tappin lasses and slappin asses with spatulas
You be snappin matches and passin gases of flatulence
Catchin up with acrobatic tracks, ya have to practice em
I just blast these badass flash rap bars by accident
You murder these verses with curses as filler words
This is the first that you've heard of my most perverse and absurd shit
Yes I verbally murk twits while you just spit birdshit
Curdled reworked hits to chew up and burp
I'm hijackin mercs and hotwirin circuits
You just pullin on your cock, you just jerkin
I might be erratic but my fire is certain
Your empty words couldn't set fire to a curtain
(Chorus)
I got some ADHD and a globe made of plastecine
Gonna mold my crooked shapes out of everything I see
See – you can't defeat me, you wouldn't wanna be me
Cause you couldn't handle the talent undiscreetly
Secreting like faeces from people who've eaten cheap meat
From every orifice in a torrent of cosmic bliss
Like the sea bleeds, feeds the beach the seaweed
Feedin motherfuckers five-thousand rhymes is easy
The difficult bit is stoppin it from soundin slightly cheesy
Believe me, I've seen what these other MCs be
Displayin, smellin like milk decayin, like Stilton
Stayin in the sun all day, it's okay, I love a canape
Pass it this way, pass me the whole tray
I love to eat rappers like fromage frais
So you suckers better get ya homage paid
You should be honoured to say ya heard the song I played
Simply slap my skills down on that page
I'm so fuckin heavy I leave you all in a daze
(Repeat Chorus)
I repeat I be so fuckin heavy I leave you all in a daze
I leave you feelin high like you've been smokin chronic for days
So on it it's crazy, this the shit ya longin to play
Don't even need to ricochet to set the forest ablaze
And that's important to say
Cause even with all the lyrics that I be pourin away
I be storin the same amount for the stormiest days
They all be the greatest and they never come close to fadin
They come with warnins contained, cause of the
Copious potent damage they cause to ya brain
But your shit's just lame, it's awful and tame,
Y'all should refrain, from ever takin the stage and performin again
Nobody's clappin, nobody is pleased
Everybody's just laughin like homeboy please
Ha-ha-ha-ha-haa x2
(Repeat Chorus)
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5. |
Warning Blasts
06:27
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I bust words in the air like caps and if your head's in the clouds you might just catch a blast
Come down to Earth, they're just warnin blasts tryna startle you awake like a mornin blackbird
Tweet (x17)
Please know that what I'm spitting is a metaphor
Peaceful atom splitting, hard-hitting and upsetting more
People than it ought to, this raw juice is forced through
Avenues of communication, they be havin you
Rather screwed if you don't receive it with an attitude
Of complete possitivity and deep gratitude
If you're cross you're just not in line with my latitude
You're cross cause you're crossin the wrong damn path ya fool
Wait a minute, that was cruel
I hear ya singin, Rebel that's not cool
I guess I'm just a stupid useless little wanker tool
Look see, I do it to myself too, thank you, school!
You taught me to be so self-depricating
So frustrated, so vacant, impatient and failure-hatin
Thinkin my life is somethin to be achieved
Instead of the sweet essence of spirit I breathe
When I realized I was just me
And there was nothing more that I needed to be,
I was free, what a great big pissin relief, I guess
It doesn't matter if I'm a little un-PC
You see me, yeah the real me
Not the dream me, motherfucker you feel me
Un-PC, motherfuckers dissect me
Cause I'm SC, spiritually correct, see?
MC, she don't need no mic-check, see
See if I sweat it if my rhymes get messy
Sometimes they're just put there to test thee
Or indeed put there to bless thee
So you best accept and respect me
But if you don't, that won't affect me
No I won't feel too bereft, see the
People in my life that count never left me
(Repeat chorus)
Tweet (x16)
Now don't get crazy, you people amaze me
Come together for a shared cause then you hate me
Have a little daydream, then fill in the gaps
Mistranslate me through memory lapse
Then act you trackin some enemy traps
Unhappy with matters about which Emily raps
I can't read your mind like it's mentally mapped
Don't regret what happened cause I can't edit the past
Not lettin it last, your head is just trapped
In the finer points like pickin at stitches of bigger pictures in these
Tapestries that we breathe into our anatomies
Sposed to be a whole but you split it into categories
Pull apart my words of peace like you were the Pharisees and
I was Jesus, yeah you be Pilot
Trollin on that FB, verbally violent
Fine then, I still won't be silenced
Words have individual meanings
And people have individual feelings
Which can mean things can get a bit complicated
Cause people hear things and tend to relate it
To the place in time and space in which they're situated
In which case objectivity can be obliterated
And my message comes across the way they wish to take it
And if the world view you choose is infused with hatred
Then chances are you're gonna see a lot of it about
Even if you're just watchin little kids dick about
Always perceivin a deeper meanin
But it's just the complexity of your mind forms a screenin
Through which you see things, covered in demons
Covered in intentions and political leanins
When sometimes people are playin with words
Chill the fuck out man, come down to Earth
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6. |
Tobacco
03:38
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TOBACCO
Tobacco...you a ho...and I know. Cause we've been together. And I've seen you fuck a whole lotta people. But you keep comin around here, comin around here, comin around here talkin your shit. And your shit goes a little somethin like this...
"I'm a vice invited politely and quietly
Into an impatient and volatile society
How is it that weed is prohibited and I am legal?"
I don't think that drugs are evil
Different drugs do different things to different people
But we be equal in our capacity
To fall prey to demons no matter our tenacity
Bielsebub he blackens me, constantly attackin me
But it's his shiny staff I see, he crafted it so fashionably
And now the stud, with the cig, that's the kid I have to be
He tries to flatter me, he says that he'll look after me
Leaves after every smoke, always comes back to me
But when he turns his back to me
He laughs at me
I guess the complicated kind always attracted me
A knackered slacker who's battered by factors stackin up
Upon their back until they just snap, and start crackin up
Is an easy target for a sanity crook
It sneaks underneath your skin and starts plantin its hooks
And now you wish you'd never been handed the stuff
TOBBACCO, YOU FUCKIN HO, DON'T THINK I DON'T
SEE THE WAY YOU SETTLE ON MY LUNGS LIKE BROWN SNOW
CLIMB UP IN MY BRAIN LIKE A CLOWN SHOW
MAKE ME GO SLOWLY INSANE LIKE A TICKIN TIME
BOMB, IT'S SO BLATANT, HOW D'YOU KEEP IT ON THE DOWN-LOW?
Now I know, I don't need ya
Every time I light you up, fuck, I just feed ya
Your effects are so immediate, they make me believe that
This is the moment callin me to seize it
But it's just my fear callin me to freeze it
And reject it like the disease that my ignorance
Refuses not to perceive it as, I mean we could have
A reasonably nice relationship
If I even really liked the taste of it
Okay, I guess I might quite like the taste of rich
Dark blue Drum, new packet, fresh from the bag
With a dark brown cup of coffee in my other hand
Somethin that these non smokers wouldn't understand
Cause the rabbit hole hasn't dragged them into 'wonderland'
And their ravaged soul hasn't been swallowed in hunger and
Demands to be landed in the hands of these bandits (the)
Demons that detain asylum-seekers of spiritual language
I guess we must have forgotten our Sanskrit and
Stopped chanting our mantras, we've become thankless
And now we will be pounced upon by the panthers
And scratched by the shackles that baffle those who've not been
Trapped, tangled and tripped by the siren's poisonous kiss
This loveless abyss will think anything fits
If it can slip into a hole the shape of bliss
Wake up it's just delegated to play Satan's tricks
REPEAT CHORUS
Allen Carr, Allen Carr, A double L – E – N
Easy way, easy way, free from the spell again
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7. |
Let It All Go
05:28
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When you thought you had a plan but it's all a mess
Don't you worry, stand tall, this is all a test
When you thought you had a hold but you're losin grip
Don't be afraid to let go and just lose your shit
If you always feel like you're fuckin it up
Maybe you should give yourself a break and stop expectin so much and
If you just can't seem to get this right
Maybe you should take your own goddam advice
I kick my shoes off, like Eminem said
Wait a minute that's what the R-E-B-E-L said
Cause I'm well-fed with that health bread and you can smell
Sediments settlin in my stomach like a Stella keg
So you can tell a friend on the telephone, maybe Helen
Or Michelle is well up for swellin up from my sexy tone
I make 'em tick, push the button on their metronome
I play it slick, like “girl I wanna getcha home”
Don't have a dick but you could say I'm extra-grown
If I was a man I'd love to say that I was stretchin hos
Fun to say but I got too much respect for those
women so I close all my doors on your sexist prose
Keep it high like the bar when I set the tone
Never mind the microphone, I just wreck the zone
And then I put it all back where I found it
Cause I can be considerate and not sound shit
I might rap like my flow is flawless, but I
Just thought, this shit doesn't fit with the chorus
Wait, ignore this, this is so implausibly
Gorgeous it fills me with a false sense of secureness
See the chorus is about tryna cure this
Delusion that this fusion of matter should turn to pureness
Ignorin its rawness and random nature
refusin to hand over the plan to the creator
Which makes the first verse on the paper
Reverse its purpose and turn this earth to vapour
Tellin my pre- fixed plans, I'll see ya later
Fate's a laid table, I'm just the waiter
I'm all flow and I grow compellin now
I suck you in with the prose I'm shellin out
I'm yellin out hella devout shouts that tell about
Abstract concepts so don't make me spell it out
Breakin the bubble's just as bad as me sellin out
Inside o' what kind o' world are you dwellin now?
If you go turnin it inside o' hell and out just to
See what the hell it's about, if you still can't tell
It's the now, now, now, now
I think I get it but I can't live it out
And that brings me back to the start of the cycle
I mean you can't doubt the power of the bible
But what about the power of the people readin it
Were they feelin it, did they really get that Jesus bit?
Did they come alive, did they really see some shit
Or did they just see somethin to cling to then believe in it?
Cause this way you'll never find peace in it
Holdin onto your burden, never releasin it
Sayin the words in church and hopin that the hurt will be
Jerked from your Earth like dirt growin weeds in it
But make no mistake, it's you that's feedin it
It's you that fertilize the soil, plant the seeds in it
Waterin it with your tears, slaughterin shit with your fears
Fallin into warped thoughts, all of which reorder your
Reality, negativity that borders on fatality
Death of the one through duality
So recognize that you're holdin the pain
Be aware, be wise, don't just chant the holy names
If you think you're poor then your thoughts make it more so
Remove these sores by breathin into your torso
Let the lord glow, stop blockin its raw flow
Release the devil, by lettin it all go
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Ghost
01:30
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Storm has plundered the sea
Swallowed everythin away from me
And I'll retreat to the land
With nothing special in my hand
You
Pictures of your face
You're a ghost
Just a waste of space
And it's about time, it's about time
You turned up in someone else's mind
It's about time, it's about time
You turned up in someone else's mind
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9. |
The Chant Is The Chanter
06:50
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IT JUST KEEPS COMIN
BATTLE ON, BATTLE STRONG, STEADY BEAT DRUMMIN
CLEANSED AND EMPOWERED BY THE SOUND OF THE MANTRA
KEEP YOUR HEAD HIGH TIL THE CHANT IS THE CHANTER
I SAID IT JUST KEEPS COMIN
BATTLE ON, BATTLE STRONG, STEADY BEAT DRUMMIN
CLEANSED AND EMPOWERED BY THE SOUND OF THE MANTRA
KEEP YOUR HEAD HIGH TIL THE CHANT IS THE CHANTER
Thank peace for answers, even when they don't come
Won't come, even when your last hope is rope hung
From a ceilin blues are feelin you, you're just that lost
Screams of anguish oozin from your tubes, make the tap stop
That's what human beins can do when they're cast off
Get back on the wagon like the 12 steps are stacked blocks
If you topple continue your journey back to the top
The present moment is the first and the last stop
Blast off, frack rock
The metaphor's yours, drink the last drop
But don't rape nobody, don't hate nobody
Cause Earth, wind and fire will fuckin break your body
I'm not sayin god is judgin and full of wrath
God is peace, god is love, knows nothin of getting pissed off
I'm not even sayin there's a culprit and a victim
God is you, so the karma's already stuck in your system
Nothin a little GT85 won't remove
The secret is to keep the faith alive when you
Cruise, foundation is your rear wheel drive
Keep them gears real high, keep them fears in the light
Cause you might be surprised when they creep up behind you
Let me remind you, they can always find you
But if you meet them on their homegrown turf
They'll just die and fertilize the flowers growin from your earth
REPEAT CHORUS
Yeah I told you, keep your head high
Nothin to hold you back, no red lights
If you see em turn your colour wheel round
To the opposite side through the vibration of sound
Energy, transcending friends and enemies
We just be one breed of free serenity
We serve our shared body like legs on a centipede
Every man for every man, the death of demented greed
The devil on your shoulder tries to stick these
Bricks in your picture, just remove them like you pick fleas
With quick ease, walk away, sayin, bitch please
All paths lead to heaven, you can't trick me
I flow to the sea from the Liffey
Let go of the branches and I let the spirit lift me
Allow what is to be and whisper 'shit me'
As the layers of my destiny peel away like a striptease
And I drift with the breeze
My soul's been shaken, not stirred, I'd prefer it
The other way round, if you please, I be like double-0-3
Special secret agent but you never heard of me
If I was heard on TV, they'd probably murder me
That's alright cause death is life's only certainty
Bring it on, you fuckers can't be hurtin me
Your urgency fuels the one fire as it burns in me
REPEAT CHORUS
Hare krishna hare krishna
Krishna krishna hare hare
Hare rama hare rama
Rama rama hare hare...
(Nitai guaranga
Nitai gauranga
Nitai gauranga gaura hari...)
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(Peregrin Shams:
When I'm feelin weak
All I need to do is breathe in
Dream dream, oh dream
Dream)
A stream of consciousness coupled with sleep deprivation
A nicotine patch for my deep irritation
I weep with frustration, for sleep is a state in which
People's sedation can equal creations from God
Through givin all realities the nod
Livin, slowly sievein through the fallacies, the fodder
Of the battleships that hover up above our green fields
Smotherin the love that concieves the crops yieldin
Concealed in the cases of the weapons that we're wieldin
We need to peel away the fear that we're shieldin
And stop demonizin the drugs that we're dealin
Just experience whatever it is we're feelin
And stop bleedin for the sake of leadin
Others just as weak as ourselves into recedin
Primative areas of our minds, we need to find
Another design, transcendent of space and time
Replace, rewind, retrace the lines
To the single point, yes the faceless dimensionless
Crime ends with this, fightless, defenceless
Put an end to this pointless pretentiousness
And you will see that all that retention is
Is the inventing of scentlessness
All the while you relentlessly repent for this
Is there a sin, or just the stench of bliss?
(Peregrin Shams:)
When I'm feelin weak
All I need to do is breathe in
Dream dream, oh
Sleep
Dream
I go to sleep when the feat of keepin awake ceases
To feel right, feels more like pullin apart pieces
Of puzzles that only make me feel like a defeatist
I just want to weep and dissolve into the creases of the sheets
This is when I'm feelin at my weakest
I surrender to peace, this is the sweetest release
Until my alarm bleeps and I get up and repeat this
Strangest of states we call awake at last
This food on the table we call breakin the fast
Makin a livin, some call it breakin their breaks
Achin from givin my all to the urban sprawl
Though not all of us fall as we crawl up the wall
Some of us are truly awake and know our call
Pullin us fluidly away from the wreckin ball of insomnia
Into alpha/theta/delta waves in balance
Sleep'll teach us to preach the ways to silence
All of this meaningless white mental noise
And we know that lack of sleep eventually destroys
Our alertness and ability to free the voice
That speaks with clarity and sits quietly poised
Above all logic, watch it sing and dance
Erasin all the lines we learned to draw with our hands
In our dreams we find the power to override them
So fuck teachin little kids to colour inside them
(Peregrin Shams:
Dream, dream, I dream, dream, dream
I dream, dream
When I'm feelin weak
All I need to do is sleep, sleep sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Dream,
Weakness, I'm sleepless, I'm feelin tired)
Good mornin, I just slept for 8 hours
Maybe now I'll talk a little more sense or maybe I'll just
Talk about how I don't wanna cower
Before the forces of status and power
Racist and sour, elitist high-browers
Homphobic flow-controllin secret spies that scour the scene
For any dirt to make ya seem unclean
They will pull apart and rip the seams from your dreams
It seems that we've been under teams of these schemers
For so long that we are the gullible believers
Of protocol that gives them the authority to seize us
Feedin us these lies since before the days of Caesar
They make us think that we're free cause it's just easier
They fill your head full of hope but they're just teasin ya
Ya got to realize they're just squeezin ya
For every last drop of your freedom, yeah
Make you think you need money just to breathe in here
Makin you think you need this TV here
Put there so that all that you see and hear
Is all about mortgages, insurance and fear
Perfume, cigarettes, beer
The latest gadget is magic and if you don't have it you're
Queer, oh my god, oh my dear
Is that something I'm supposed to think will bring a tear to my
Eye? When I find I don't rely
On products with names beginning with a small I?
Think of all I had to bring to your life
Just to make you listen to me, I needed to disguise it
With music, but don't worry, it's true this
The passion is real, that's why I do this
That's why I transmit through what I can spit
And I'm tellin you you're strong and the power in your hand sits
But just listen to what your body tells you
Do the right thing when it pulls and compels you
Away from your underpaid overtime job
And to bed to get the sleep of which you've been robbed
After all, that little voice inside that says
"You don't wanna go to work, you so tired"
It is your instinct, and should be met with more respect
Than the manipulative dick givin out your paycheque
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I met Scroobius Pip today, he slipped
Away like wild winds drift through hay, like bitter
And ale are frittered as they tip from the drip tray
Like sun spills through the slits from a shit day
Like sharp, clear light lifts from the wispy haze
Flickers like a disappearing picture from your shifty gaze
Which misses the rays as they trickle and decay and they
Fade like convictions of the fickle, yeah they fray
I fear I'm not quite clear what I'm tryin to say
Am I really here, do they hear what I'm dyin to say?
Do I reappear if I die in the fray?
What the fuck do I fight for anyway?
Speakin my truth should brighten up every rainy day
But the water in my lungs won't drain away
I've been prayin for God to take the pain away
But that's what a true atheist would say
START AGAIN, EVERY SINGLE MOMENT START AGAIN
DON'T PICK APART SPARKS, THIS ART IS ZEN, HARK IT FROM THE PARK BENCH
(Tony Humphries):
Mind remains open
Words are unspoken
Through this soar throat and
I try to find focus
With this pen I’m holding
Scatter brain is golden
This moment
I can feel these words are moulding
Into something that’s mountain length
I try to climb again
Feel a dent
In the side of my head
Like it’s wet cement
Try to focus
Im a mess
Can barely breathe and then
I find these cycles that I try to bend
Never really fucking end
Ducking when
I feel too much
I’m screwed up
Fuck the news uh
Need a nuce cuz
Life’s a newsunce
How many times have I said it before
Punchlines and metaphors
Aren’t enough
I need more
These demons have torn
Under the skin
That I was born in
Torment got me
Feeling Scorching
Head is like a Walkman
Spinning rewinding
Fast forward
Skipping and pausing
I just need a cause cuz
I already have the sword
Uh
And I’m willing to swing it
OJ at your throat
I’m willing to kill it
Too many layers
And I’m willing to peel em
Too many thoughts
Not willing to think em
Dam
I need a plan with some action
With action I’m planing
To take over where you are standing
Diving head first in the canyon
With enemies grappling
Starving and rationing
Fuck that
I’m coming to batter it
Like a snake that is rattling
I'm giving you warning
Don’t act like you handled it
When inside you aren’t managing
REPEAT CHORUS
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12. |
The Temple
03:27
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I have a rather unambitious to-do list
Cause when I try to do too much, can't seem to get through this
Feel like the stupidest uselessest crooked crucifix, I
Stoop to this level like the devil gets a super fix
From his blooper list, that's his list of lucifer-dick-whipped
Ditzes, clutzes who fall into the clutches of
All the double dutch which
Makes them feel like fuckwits
I mean the conditioning that makes you think you fucked this
Up again, you failed the world, look again
The world failed you, yeah, that shit struck again
And now I'm feelin like a shmuck getting stuck again
Thinkin I got to be somethin I not to be what I want to be, not it a rut
Again, sinkin into quicksand, I'm shrinkin man
Not because I'm inadequate but because I think I am
(Chorus)
I fall into the void every day
In order to do this, in order to do this I must have to get away
I must have to get away, I mean I climb out of it
Buildin my temple brick by brick, devil knock it down again
Rebel bring the sound again, Rebel never back down again
Rebel know he/she is strong, Rebel don his/her crown again
I mean we've all been pricked by the thorns
Whipped by the powers takin shits on our lawns
And we've all been dictators on power
Trips takin too damn long to realize we all
On the same plain, same blood run in our veins
It's you that make me insane, it's me that make me insane
It's we that make we insane, I can hear myself complainin
I do fear outside it's rainin, I'm drainin
Energy from holdin onto pain and refrainin
From doin what I do for fear of havin to explain
What I gain from leavin the lion untame, only way
I can say it is I suggest you do the same
(Repeat chorus)
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13. |
Better Place
02:10
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I'm movin,
Said I'm movin
I'm movin, I'm movin
Movin
Movin, movin, movin
To a better place
Better place
Movin to a better place
Movin
Move
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14. |
It Doesn't Matter
05:29
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It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two
It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to
So let us not wear pendants around our necks
Let us not read books with definitive text
Let words not be twisted and infinitely stretched
Just eternally understood with no concept of being correct
Beyond the comprehension of the highest intellect
Up on a level where beings interconnect
Your string of regrets dissolves into the next cosmic
Month, roll on the age of Aquarius
No longer caged up and scared of this
Ensnared by false flares blarin, impairin this
Vision of the precarious balance between the various
Elements starin us in the face, tearin us like waste paper
Cause we keep comparin this laced vapour to
The carin energy of a god that is not greater
Than anything, how can it possibly be if it's everything?
It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two
It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to
Ever since the silence of the so-called Big Bang
Ever since its soul swam into the great expanse
And created billions of mythical lands
Since the birth of the sun and the earth, the first
Volcano to burst, there was no rehearsal for this shit
God's faith in itself just makes this fit
So it knew that it was OK to risk it
It is all that is, it needs nothing to assist it
All force was drawn forth from its existence
So ultimately nothing can enforce resistance
Against the raw source of all omniscience
But we pour thoughts on our sores, make ‘em more vicious
For all the fictitious sources of our anguishes
We are lost, no more than offshore fishes
Who crawled away from the seas and up into the trees,
Simultaneously rising and falling to our knees
And sprawlin all across the continents to conquer other free
People's freedom, even their motherlands to seize
Conceiving reasons that we make ourselves believe
The way we perceive has become a mental disease
You say that you wanna fight for peace
Motherfucker please, how is it reasonable to pull
The trigger, I figure the bigger man would stand up,
Take his oppressor by the hand, say look,
These lands lay fucked, because you raped them
Swallowed by a thousand darknesses, you couldn't escape them
So you faked the relationship between your hate and the
Self you make in your imagination
As your physical self fell out of unity with creation ‘til the
Subject of thought turned to empty contemplation, and
Made a false idol of itself through separation, and
Repetition of this splittin cells built the nations, for
The bacteria grew into mould and split to separate stations
So sit back a second and solve the equation
Now if we are the creators of this great illusion
Could we also be the creators of truth proven?
It doesn't matter if you fall hard, a soul can't be broke in two
It doesn't matter what you call God, it knows it's being spoken to
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15. |
Letter To A Friend
07:32
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Dear best friend I've ever had in twenty-four years of breathing oxygen
Dear miss if I had a girl like you then I know that I'd never wanna swap again
Dear miss how the fuck could you fuck me up so much just by knowing me for 16 months?
Dear miss leave me lost for words
Dear miss first crush, first push, over the plank into the world, kerplush
First rush, first blush, first big denial, first punch that really hurt, first taste of bile
First splurt of cursed blood to burst through my shirt like givin birth to an alien that falls down and dies in the dirt, first object of all of my affection, first deep confusion, first big rejection
Why were you so certain I'd heard you the first time you told me that our friendship was a curse?
What made you assume it had even occurred to me that this wouldn't work?
Dear miss, "I'm so sensitive and gentle, the last thing I'd want to do is make you go mental
I sit you down and preach that you should think before you speak (x2)
And then I say, 'sorry but we can't be friends, this is where my support and loyalty ends
Go now, it's time to get on with your life. I need you know that even though I'm the one that cut with the knife
I won't be there to stitch up your wounds for you – why's this comin as a shock? I assumed ya knew
Anyway, I've got a long day ahead of me and you've got places to be
So before you can comprehend the fact that this is the last of my face you'll see, please leave.'"
Dear miss "I'm too busy to clarify why I won't reply to a single word you write
Even though you're obviously tryin with all your might to stop a beautiful thing from endin in a big ugly fight"
Dear miss "Dutch is my first language but even if you write to me by hand with the blandest English
I still won't understand it. I tell you that it's too much that you're demandin when
You say 'I just wanna know why you're pissed off, and find forgiveness before we both lift off
And fly to other sides of the world, and before we die, don't I deserve a goodbye?'"
I wanted to say I was sorry but you wouldn't listen and now there's a quarry that I keep on diggin and it's full of feelins of constantly bleedin when I should be healin and I don't know
Why I'm not, why it won't stop, it's like I got shot in the heart
Now I've been learnin a little bit about forgiveness, you see I used to think this shit was so easy but I never did
Witness what it was like for somebody to trip over this heartstring upon this sleeve and flip this switch that's
Positioned to rip skin like liprings from lips, sting the shit out of my soul, leave a hole of abyss,
Then somehow when there's nothing left to take you take the piss. I try to understand that it's a mistake and that's all it is
And that all of this is nothin but a big misunderstanin, an unforseeable clash of feelings and crash landin
Of the vessel that carried our love, and I try to tell myself that maybe you just misunderstood
And you're just a soul whose intentions are good, I'm sure you never meant to hurt me and it will do no good
To stay sore forevermore should you continue to ignore me, and let's face it, it's far too late for you to say you're sorry
These scars are already pouring their puss in torrents, their marks have been scored in like Zorro, this sorrow is haunting and warping
My flesh and muscle, because the bullet is buried too deep for me to reach, I can't just fish it out in a hurry
So now I understand that forgiveness comes from the heart
So as long as this pain still lives inside of me, as long as there are nights that I get cried to sleep
From trying to keep my mind from sneakin off to push rewind on the record of time and play it on repeat,
Or fast forwardin to the sneak preview of me and you finally seein each other again, and goin over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over the conversation where I'm explainin how you damaged me... then I haven't forgiven you. I'm willin to. I'm tryin.
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16. |
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Don't put yourself under pressure
The sun is setting
But always rises again
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