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Figurative Painting
02:58
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FIGURATIVE PAINTING
And so the tire screech beneath your feet
Down to the ocean where I belong
And down to the city of the past
Tethering her cracks of dawn on your phone
Inside the crowd you twirl my hand
A strange kind of feeling I'll never forget
And sound of chuckles you hastily made
Go tell your mother, I won't refrain
As hesitation ends, we got to feel
And my inside falling downward through my speech
And my hands
Slowly trembles as I'm reaching for a word
The present can be playful if we try
Binge a complete season and then we can die
Remembering the father figure I've been
Living the moment when I became
Hugging this corner where the cars came by
And sing like you were mine
And all of these boxes of records you owned
Are gaining dust, as you go deeper into films
A momentary lapse, I hate you so
Heard you talking but my thoughts have come to a close
And your face, finding reasons to excuse these mess I've made
Bet your mother want to hear the rest
Compassion never was my strongest suit
But if a TV guide you need I'll be there soon
And when the urge come knocking round your porch
My digits are aligned, so give me a call
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Paint It Over
04:59
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PAINT IT OVER
It’s in the way of how they chart your favorite spot
Without the need to ask
It seemed so easy to pretend that we’re alright
Until those words came whispering
Watch that viral meter grow, with tiki torches we would glow
Imposing gestures you would see on everything we does
We will waste no time
They spoke of logic that derived from up above
about our rightful place
How it eases all uncertainties in life
A final word of judgment
Learn this passage with your heart
Be a relay to the cause
No matter how much you would learn
This is the only one you'll need
Paint it over with some flair
And pass it on to every next of kin
With orders that will stand the test of time
The soul we had remained untested
It is as pure as it was
But the mind is prone to misdirection
It takes a single torch to fire up these lies
And now we ended up with nothing much to love
Beside ourselves and ruling power we can't have
And I’m supposed to found God since I born
In honesty, it’s not as crazy as it sounds
Hereditary flag I never chose to bear
Became heavier with every page I read
And in these days it’s getting harder to be
To plant my feet on both sides
Another war they love to certify
I once saw it in a dream,
a vision they would happily misunderstand
I’d love to show them if I could
A certain urge remained the same
I've long to tell despite the love they always gave
Yet I refrain
I want to feel alive, to feel enlightened deep inside
Where should I find the strength
To finally say I want no part in their parade
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Hook Line Sinker
03:04
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HOOK LINE SINKER
And there's no reason for you to be in a hurry
Once you see it was rigged from the start
Concentrate and squint your eyes real hard
Go ham if you could hit it again
And often times it doesn't fly like you would want it
Count your misses, be part of your loss
Pick your battle, mow them down headstrong into the ocean floor
Don't strain your thoughts
You would surely torn into pieces
Pick a needle and scrape what you can
The only ones deserving to stand on this field
Are the ones who doesn't know how to quit
Time won't waste itself with your inability to move along
Become who you aren't
Sometimes that's just what it takes
It's time for you to sing in your own voice
Since you already paid my expense
I don't know why people paid my expense
This life won't give its saving grace
if you can never even think for yourself
Each time I put my thoughts into a paper bill
Will be a better version of lies
I kept repeating all this time
See this tall, bright figure I have cast
Looming larger and darker in time
It served a purpose I hate more than my worst self
Replicating stupid quips I have made
A watered down edition
Primed to be booked en masse, straight to your head
This one will surely pay my expense
I don't want it to just pay my expense
I want a state that I advocate
Plaid by all these memories I fabricate
Out of experience that I've never had
And there's no reason for me to be in a hurry
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Roadburner 3000
03:21
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ROADBURNER 3000
Come along and take the wheel
I'll bet it on my destiny
If we don't trip or fall or die
The hummingbirds are calling
And you'll take us there
Through the absence of time
The thrill won't hurt my knees
And the seasonal showers
that perched like a dove
Will drizzle on the breeze
Your engine throbbing on our leash
Not without pure gasoline
What a time to be alive
The tachyons sings and pulsing off the chart
And ripping up your parts
Faint signals and strobe of lights
Down inside a tunnel full of white
And it rains through the absence of time
A sound I could not make
When the feeling subside and a calmness remained
We tremble on our seats
By the time you choose to take my hand
The tail lights starts to bleed
Down below I see it sparked
Crimson glow like cranberry
Play the accordion, it goes from G
And spiraled into C
You had, a well kept pedigree
Downpour on my face as the sunroof disappear
And now here we are, at the absence of time
And I can’t feel my face
As our body would end and the leaf dissipate
Stand beside me dear and light my wet cigar
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Liberal Prospects
04:37
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LIBERAL PROSPECTS
I give no guidance in between
Stick your jelly brain to drive
Bang it together it won’t hurt
And there’s no point of telling me
That I lack substance to my flair
I’ve seen enough to flip your asses to the spire
I’d like to feel at home sometimes
Kiss the table till it shine, form a circle and let’s dine
Whet the ink and burn the scrolls
We’re gonna write our own connection to this farce
Simmer down, let It dry
And cleanse your aching body with these sounds
And see who we are, now the city comes alive
And oooh, would you bleed yourself into
tainted reflection coaxed beneath a merry poltergeist?
Bring me down, I’ll do my part again
Play that Wagner shit, the bunny here somewhere
Grazed out but I’ve come back with heart
Have you seen multiple times what these things can do to us
Eleven hundred times or so we tried
I don’t know what else to say
I can see their lord conductor
standing proudly in the rain
Load your blunderbuss
And take that final sip on my command
I might need another barrel to survive
So let us show them what it means to..
Be, a little reckless in our means
But it’s enough to kill two birds without a single stone
Bring me down, I’ll sing this part again
This is the hour that will echo through the age
Oooh, you want life of servitude?
Didn’t I free you from the shackles that controls?
Hear me out this is my final law
I’ll be the next red giant that you slay
With meaner streak and better face
A cycle flow well beyond our days
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FINER WAY OF DOING THINGS
A pair of eyes that could heat up a summer
And shine just like myself
A promise made overseen by a bottle
All empty and dry
Under moonlight the sweetest sound you could rang
Lead us to river where the shit went down
See you on top of the town where their judgment can’t try
This pamphlet has your maiden name
It brings me back to the time where I see everything in a dotted line
For more and more
I realized you affect my life with a flick of a pen
And tempting fate every step of the way
You had your reason and I’m struggling with mine
Call it a writer’s block, it’s halfway done
While I’m composing watch for bullets whizzing by
When I saw you cross the firing line
I found my purpose in life
It’s like scissors and a triple sides
I’m predetermined for this
You know that squinted guy should really try
But you’ll be gone before he even cry
And all the memories yet to happen flashes a warning sign
Let’s chip away this steely afternoon
Just to see, are we low enough for jealousy
Why should we, build a cabin with a canopy?
We should be free
I don’t like the dawn to rise
Old David said it’s logical
Another minute came just to be replaced
I'm not sure what am I to you
I always felt you're the type that will be gone away when the first light hits
Your perfume drifts in the newborn air
I envisioned a place where all things come in two
Along with problems made uniquely for you
Painstaking detail we once carve on a stone
Naming all people that won't stand anymore
It won't be long till their banging on our door
As I see you cross the firing line
A sense of dread comes to mind
Singular presence no one can't deny
Personified on your thumb
Trigger happy and a matching glocks
You put my heart to a stop
Finer way of doing things I've planned
Won't be enough to contain
A reputation you would die to protect
And an eagerness to do what I can't
Your sole desire to narrate and liberate
An even bigger picture you would like to take
I see it clearly now that I would die by your own hands
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KING
It drove away, in Corolla 68
And taint the air, with the scent of maple leaf
And crowds in rainbows stand behind the yellow bar
It's Saturday night, I'll see you somehow
Clad in Panther's stripes
Behind our temples they decree
Sworn under nonexistent piece of land they hold so dear
I see his eyes it glances with surprise and empathy
Downward, behind a point-blank range he fell
What are the odds tonight I'll see your coat of paint?
Prettily draped against that glow you've held for a while
You giggled to lines that took me hours to prepare
It's Saturday night, they'll carve us a tomb
Right in front your doorstep
How many prints it takes to cover and to grieve?
Silence drumming louder than the point of death release
I see your eyes they burn, unspoken outcry, disbelief
Upwards, an icy stare and reason fell
The joy and pain are amplified when you’re around
An age old gripe that somehow stayed for a longer time
A knock on the door as strong as the grip between our hands
These Saturday nights, hope it last for a while
Crow are here to stay
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Interstate
04:53
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INTERSTATE
You quote Kandinsky on a fly
You made it boring as it should be
And claimed this interstate was yours
Your checkered plimsoll grazed the mud
It’s out of date but you chose to never care
so I won’t stare
You hate my Burzum t-shirt anyway
And the sun came wrong again
It has the color but lacks the touch
But I’ll wait
I’ll wait for time to whip my singular view in place
Hope you won’t refrain
It takes an effort to get what I am
Like tears in a rainfall
Pucker up, it’s been awhile since contact made
Let me tell you all the reasons why we should try
Ten of them are not as civic as you thought
Shove away your Austen quotes
And let your own words fly
Tucked between your brittle sense of how
to speak for yourself
We share a common ride to be where we are
An ugly metal that could barely kiss the tar
Each rhyming passage you subtly made
Comes with a blemish that would light your face
Of all the question you flawlessly dodge
There’s only one that you can’t escape
Do you want me to stay?
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Red Bloated Scholars
03:44
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RED BLOATED SCHOLARS
I took a liking to town hall and archways
Especially one I've never been
The magic won't last longer if I used all my sense
Bathe in sunlight and an always proud history
The brick gets redder every passing dawn
An illusion I'd like to keep, in a folder marked within
I put an effort on my little discovery with tortellini dribbling down my throat
A condition I'd prefer to be
When I pretend to know these streets
It becomes harder to caress and understand
without a single clue of how to sin
But still I'd have a better chance
Than your selfie minded spree
While the rain struck down your parade
I sat here wiki-ed everything I need to know
Majestic classes with grand statuettes
Ancient plazas under Neptune's gaze
How it shines
A sacred trophy they once had
Oh how they yearned
The club was founded since 09
I can pull up more facts If I wanted
So obscure you can never decipher
Like this song
It has more depth than the ocean of shits
On your feed
Always
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Friday Fight Night
05:12
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FRIDAY FIGHT NIGHT
I’m bursting at the seams, like everyone around
It’s round 10 and he’s standing tall
Open up so I can land a swing
See the power in my stride
I took his jab so many times my vision starts to clear
See the crowd blurred into one
In this town where I suppose to thrive and loved
There’s no meaning in my punch
I can’t make sense of my strum
I can paint you in a single dance
Watch your crevice when they gleamed
Catching signals down this one bed home
And craving something real
Don’t you bless me with your shallow rites
And don’t kiss my bleeding jaw
Just remember when I fall this time
I donned your flag with pride
I told you dozen times before I won’t last long
He’s drawing circles round my grave with hands of steel
All these things you cheered and made me do are vanity
And soon I’m old and grey, but I won’t care
I’ll be what you hoped to feel each Friday night
Unwinding and riposte
It’s getting worse, and here comes the final blow
A perspective I can’t show
And I’m still the one who donned your broken hearts
I could turn your dreams into a pile
With a click from one single match
Dreams are made to last
And yours are awfully tad
Should’ve move my hand for one last time
Not for you nor for this scene
For the sake of your drab eastern shore
For the home that I would soon forget
For the children I won’t have
I only sang what I can’t feel
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