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Open Casket Digressionals

by Smar-t Jones

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1.
El Castillo 04:17
INTRO: God, grant me serenity to accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can And the wisdom to know the difference. HOOK (x4): Self Control and Moderation One life, (echo) Time’s wasting. VERSE 1: Too much of one thing can be so bad And not enough of others is enough to drive you mad So thanks Dad, for half of my addictions And thank you Mom, for all of my convictions I thank the court for the shitty ass conditions The profit based decisions, incentivized convictions The bogus diagnosis of my motives and intentions The theft of three birthdays and two Christmases Adding to my mental conditions Which in the first place may never have existed Now I'm lifted, on my own medication And the talent I’ve been gifted I can slowly see fading Is this scripted?!?!? Cause I think that I am aiding The same fuckin' system that I have been evading If it's written, I am the writer and there is no waiting For one thing is certain Time’s wasting. HOOK (x4): Self Control and Moderation One life, (echo) Time’s wasting. VERSE 2: You gave me a reason to escape Showed me a path and a spacecraft that I could take Now I've lived half my life asleep while still awake and I don't know if I can keep up with the pace If I taste something bitter in my mouth That’s my body telling me that I should spit it out But to live without any of these vices has never made sense to the lives that I've lived. Just Kids, reduced to delinquents Far away from home so their parents can't frequent I wanted tamagotchi and no fibonacci sequence can destroy or dull memories of these events. Coincidence? That some I don't see well? Thanks to my first drugs Paxil and Seroquel. Treated like a lab rat running on a metal wheel Now I'm try’na trade it for a family and a carousel. HOOK (x4): Self Control and Moderation One life, (echo) Time’s wasting. VERSE 3: To truly win I gotta be who I was before my first cigarette Before my first buzz Before the abuse that I suffered as a baby Before I ever met that sick babysitter lady Before I ever let my Dad’s porn drive me crazy Sneaking in his drawer after school on the daily Before I knew the term “self-harm” Before I knew the consequence of marking up my arm Before the public school ever took me to court Before my life equaled tax dollars to extort Before I learned how to hold it all in Just to get back to my family and friends Before I thought its influence came to an end Before I proved myself wrong time and time again Before I felt like I had no kin, yeah I truly gotta change before I truly win. HOOK (x4): Self Control and Moderation One life, (echo) Time’s wasting.
2.
Deja Vu 02:37
VERSE 1: Daddy was an Arkie Momma was an Okie I was born out West Now I guess that you know me But you don't owe me any of your time That's why I'm feelin’ guilty just using it to whine But it's such a long climb, to get where I am going Trying to feed a family as a showman I see it in my dreams and to me that is an omen Yet my most recent feat is a coat by Coleman Need to eat, sleep, and breathe the artistry that I have chosen But the sleep that I keep seems deeper than the ocean I need a new boss, or maybe a promotion I've lost everything else but this devotion So I'll keep going, as if I had an option I'll keep on movin’ even when I feel like stoppin’ Which is often ‘Cause to tell you the truth I only feel happy on a stage or in a booth. CHORUS (x2): This transition ain't all that smooth Here's to wishin’ they could know what I knew This transmission ain't all that new So to listen, may cause Deja Vu. VERSE 2: New city, new group of friends Same career choice and few dividends But still making ends meet on the weekly Critically critiquing my character discreetly Conquering myself so nothing can defeat me Neatly collecting thoughts and mistakes Buying what I sold, some jokes are hard to take so, Rewind the tape, so I can hear my voice Can I kick it with my turquoise corduroys Poise, myself in a pose Pick my poison and try to stay composed Everything must come to a close and Being ready won't change how it goes New clothes and a new haircut May be what I need to get out of this rut But, you know what.... CHORUS (x3): This transition ain't all that smooth Here's to wishin’ they could know what I knew This transmission ain't all that new So to listen, may cause Deja Vu. (endless Vu's that you can't hear cause the song is over, but if you listen really closely you will always hear the Vu in the background of this ethereal plane known as Life.)
3.
Pops 03:42
VERSE 1: Will you talk to me now? I know you're awake Probably been all night, probably been up for days. Have you took your first hit yet? Have you took your first dose? Will you talk to me like you did long ago? I tried to catch you at 6:55 Before your beast had a chance to sneak up and swallow you alive. I pray right now that there’s just one piece Left of the man I adored and learned how to live my life to the best of my ability And wear a vest of tranquility And though I couldn’t follow by lead Only by word It was spoken enough to count for more than you could ever be told You were the best that you could be And taught us three to do the same No matter what it was we were doing, you Taught us not to refrain. CHORUS: When I’m on point I think of your ethics Work first, play later and no second chances But I can still hear my Mom chantin’ “We’re not promised tomorrow” So I keep searching for my mansion As well as the understanding That it’s the least of the things from this planet In which I could ever borrow. VERSE 2: I used to hurt my neck looking up to you so often Now I gotta pull my nose down and not feel snobbish It’s kinda weird even talking to you I’m completely conscious of my every move I won’t shake my head or look down in pity When you tell me war stories of emotional counterfeiting I won’t turn around or raise an eyebrow in shock Cause I fear it’ll only validate your self-destructive plot It’s been five long years I’ve been watching you rot You’ve sold everything that could have possibly been bought I never would have thought you’d get comped three squares and a cot but With the tables turned we can learn just what the other lost and exactly what we’ve got. You’ve seen a lot of demons and all of which I’ve fought And if I can win, So can the man from which I was brought. CHORUS: When I’m on point I still think of your ethics Work first, play later and no second chances But I can still hear my Mom chantin’ “We’re not promised tomorrow” So I keep searching for my mansion As well as the understanding That it’s the least of the things from this planet In which I could ever borrow. BRIDGE / VERSE 3: I wish I would’ve known What you’d become all along I would’ve laughed when you told me to eat my spinach And grow big and strong. Every scrimmage game played was truly fake and I’m alarmed to think the coach was just a hoax for a synapse trapped pawn, Shop til you drop But possessionless when gone A pessimist at best you didn’t think it would take long but You built a tolerance to a poison so strong (Climb Higher) I know it’s hard not to sing along (with the choir) I’ll call you sir if you don’t hear sire I’ll remember the man who kept me inspired. CHORUS: When I’m on point I still think of your ethics Work first, play later and no second chances But I can still hear my Mom chantin’ “We’re not promised tomorrow” So I keep searching for my mansion As well as the understanding That it’s the least of the things from this planet In which I could ever borrow.
4.
CHORUS (x3): That’s the one when I picked it out That’s the one I can’t live without Been saving up looking through the window Hoping one day to make it my own VERSE 1: My first bike stood a few feet tall I was just a little tyke not scared at all I would ride it down the street unable to fall Training wheels made it possible for me to stall I only saw ‘em as an obstacle for me to take off Lost the training wheels and took off slowly At first Dad helped hold me sturdy and firm And then he let me go to let me do it on my own I saw him waving and smiling So proud of my achievement I must have rode a few miles in the yard that evening That bike was the main reason I was even smiling Awoke the next day and started riding My tire hit a bolt and with a jolt I felt my entire body catapult into the dirt Teaching me that worthwhile things May hurt more than the lack of change CHORUS (x3): That’s the one when I picked it out That’s the one I can’t live without Been saving up looking through the window Hoping one day to make it my own VERSE 2: I took my bike back out but it took a few days For me to get back up and to do my thing I had a new helmet and a brand new chain ‘Cause the last one was rusty from sitting in the rain That’s when I learned that you had to maintain Anything you loved for it simply to remain So I gave the bike a name And I prayed that it would never choke Put a playing card under each and every spoke Never drank as much Coke as I did back then And all I really wanted was the aluminum can Kicked up the stand every time I had to go in Returned one time to see my bike and been stolen No more rolling up and down the street The only thing rolling then was the tears down my cheeks ‘Cause everything you seek someone else is always seeking And every time you sleep you’re just giving them good reason CHORUS (x3): That’s the one when I picked it out That’s the one I can’t live without Been saving up looking through the window Hoping one day to make it my own VERSE 3: I don’t know where that bike is now Or if it’d be the same if I were to track it down A lot of shit has changed And we've both been tainted We've evolved and been spray painted I’ve lost hope staring at the pavement Walking to the store hoping they’d have a payment plan I’ve been slaving with two hands Saving up ones in a rubber band I took it to the cashier and thought she’d understand But she said I had to have more and then to try again And then I took a pen and wrote an IOU In the form of this song hoping it would do I mapped it out and practiced in my room But when I sang my face turned blue Lungs froze thinking where did my wind go Now I’m back outside looking through the window CHORUS (x3): That’s the one when I picked it out That’s the one I can’t live without Been saving up looking through the window (Hoping) one day to make it my own OUTRO: One day you will be my own (That’s the one) One day you will be my own (That’s the one) One day you will be my own (That’s the one) One day you will be my own (That’s the one)
5.
HOOK (x2): Welcome to the wanderlust You felt so alone, now you’re one of us You don’t need time to adjust Just know, you are robust. VERSE 1: Dust yourself off, and get back again Book a show, pack it in Rock a set until your voice is cracklin’ It’s all love from the crowd, no hasslin’ No wrasslin’, with my egos Just havin’ fun, me and my amigos In a way we are our own heroes Stackin’ up B-rolls since we were niños We used to watch Bob Barker’s plinkos Then I got his scrubs traded for my street clothes But now I’m older and I set up my own shows And I make hella flyers at my local Kinko’s, and I know Life is not a motion picture, But sometimes I pretend, to feel a little bigger Like my eye is the lens, with every blink a flicker Adding to my catalogue of memories and mixture. HOOK (x2): Welcome to the wanderlust You felt so alone, now you’re one of us You don’t need time to adjust Just know, you are robust. VERSE 2: Grew up in a place where I didn’t fit in I always had more space than I ever had friends I laced up my baseball cleats Youngest on the team ‘cuz my dad coached in the league And my two older brothers were on the same team then Me for no other reason Except for convenience And no matter how hard I would play or shout I always seemed to play left out And school felt just like that Especially after I was held back In one place too old, and the other too young I guess it made it hard for me to know anyone But I could have looked deeper Into myself and other people But evil was part of the plan To make us look outward instead of within To make me look where I’m goin’ or, where I’ve been Instead of just focusing on who I am I guess I’m always growin' from a boy to a man I’m just glad I’m some place where people understand HOOK (x2): Welcome to the wanderlust You felt so alone, now you’re one of us You don’t need time to adjust Just know, you are robust. VERSE 3: I used to wanna be a doctor So I could save lives and live proper Then I wanted in the NBA So my dad would have to watch me on the TV every Sunday Next, I learned that my parents smoked pot The day before school I was told that they should not So, soon after givin’ up Bert and Ernie I got a law book and tried to be an attorney And then I left 13 times in six years To 9 different placements, each one with new fears I helped my peers, to help myself I guess And that’s when I wanted to become a therapist And I haven’t been anything on this list It’ll be a long while ‘til I deserve a good rest But, more or less I am happy with myself Even the bad, I wouldn’t trade with someone else. HOOK (x2): Welcome to the wanderlust You felt so alone, now you’re one of us You don’t need time to adjust Just know, you are robust. OUTRO: Welcome to the wanderlust, Now you’re one of us, Just know, you are robust.
6.
Money Tree 04:53
CHORUS: All the things that we used to say All the things that we used to know Don't mean a whole lot right here right now Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Pow. Things that we used to say All the things that we used to know Don't mean a whole lot right here right now Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Pow. VERSE 1: I told you all the things that I wanted to be when I grew up Now I'm telling you exactly how I had to make a buck They said with any luck you'll have a bright future But my last grade completed was the ninth and I was a user Self-educated loser Would've learned sooner But most of my field trips were in a white cruiser Hoover Crips were my first roommates I was called a Satanist and told I needed saved I may believe in fate but I don't believe in luck Luck is for suckers so keep the pity fucks I am preserved like Smuckers I'll see the shitty schmucks On the other side of this crux Won't be hard to find me in a tux This blow sucks then I thought of who blew clucks Then I blew the whole pile of snow into a cloud of dust I see these sitting ducks pucker up till their lips are loose Then they run amok singing duck duck goose. CHORUS: All the things that we used to say All the things that we used to know Don't mean a whole lot right here right now Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Pow. Things that we used to say All the things that we used to know Don't mean a whole lot right here right now Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Pow. VERSE 2: I grew up poor with limited finances And at a young age I knew it'd limit my chances At having fun at the high school dances Brand new car picking up romances The kids in the movies always lived in mansions Not houses like mine in the middle of Arkansas Jealous of the Church and Boy Scouts so I kicked it by myself Figurin’ my world out I stole about five times my allowance in school each day Until the announcements I felt bad on Halloween When I saw the kids I was stealing from had less than me The teacher asked the class about the money and the checks “If you know the kid who did it there's no reason to protect” I raised my hand I had to interject Said “it's probably the one that you least expect.” CHORUS: All the things that we used to say All the things that we used to know Don't mean a whole lot right here right now Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Pow. Things that we used to say All the things that we used to know Don't mean a whole lot right here right now Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Pow. VERSE 3: I didn't steal much after that it felt wrong Instead I sold golf balls and mowed lawns Door to door Till I got out of school Then I worked with my Dad laying floors And I sold a few bags on the side Of whatever, whatever, whatever I could find I really didn't mind as long as it was payin’ And from what I was taught it really wasn't strayin’ Worked fifty hour weeks laminating countertops and Walked out of my fair share of restaurants What haunts me the most is the one that I can boast about Entitled by my title and position I was missing out Cheating on my best friend Since you left I’ve been filled with regret I got away with it but not from myself yet, My first vacation in Cancun Felt lonely as fuck without you. CHORUS: All the things that we used to say All the things that we used to know Don't mean a whole lot right here right now Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Pow. Things that we used to say All the things that we used to know Don't mean a whole lot right here right now Bang Bang, Bang Bang, Pow.
7.
VERSE 1: There's a crime in my mind and it’s triggering synapses Rendering me useless subject to relapses Time elapses while I’m absent Not obsessed with acid or abscessed by Absinthe But still stuck in this motherfucking labyrinth Looking for an advent even though I haven't Mentally prepared for thy event if it happened I'm napping, my whole life away Mapping out paths to places I will never stay Hesitate or take action and imagine What you could be as a whole and not a fraction Not fastened by the fashion or along for the ride But still fascinated in the things you drive by To keep a healthy mind is such a rare pledge Yet I've seen it demonized by the term “straight edge.” CHORUS (x8): Mind, body, soul VERSE 2: The body is a temple and bunch of other veins Connected to a heart pumping blood to your brain. I remember someone saying that you only get one Yet we’re taught to destroy it every time we have fun. It's easy to destroy things you don't deem lovely So we judge each other until we all feel ugly. I'm no dummy to the plan and allure but I'm still feeling too skinny and insecure. Poor (pour) me another water free of cost While I sit here and watch the whole bar get sloshed. It's not that I don't drink but I shouldn't If you had what I had I’m sure you wouldn't The condition that ails me also compels me To keep to myself until I'm fully healthy It propels me to be real and worthy So I can preserve this body and deserve me. CHORUS (x8): Mind, body, soul VERSE 3: What's a soul, aside from religion It’s hard to explain but I thought that I should mention I've been told I'm an old soul before but Some days I feel like a newborn Not full scorn or torn by the torment Pure, blank, vices dormant. The soul is absorbent and orbits your dreams Which may explain why I wake from my own screams Smoke screens fog my eyes and cloud memories Machines fluoridate memoirs and miseries Long strings stretch through both hands and If I let go my fingers turn to rubber bands I Can't stand feeling so restless Unable to address the cause of this stress I do my best to undress the unrest But still feel like I failed some test. CHORUS (x8): Mind, body, soul
8.
Bread Crumbs 04:21
INTRO (Phone Call): With everything on the line, sometimes it comes back to you. A lot of times people just question your level of vagrancy. You know, anytime I get money I’m tryin’ to ya know, spend it on a bunch of gas to travel around playing shows for ya know maybe fifty people, maybe five people, and, and, ya know, and, and as much as I can see through these things I’m not above it, I’m not above feeling like shit when I have holes in my jacket. It really takes a toll on you, you know, putting it all on the line. CHORUS (x2): It's all over, I've traveled too far I’ve eaten all my bread crumbs, I don't know who you are It's been a few years since I even owned a car Barley paying rent convincing myself I'm a star VERSE 1: History repeats itself and misery depletes good health Misery loves company and I am not well so As to not be rude I just stick to myself Solitude is a new type of wealth Brewed in my room and stored on the top shelf HELP! it’s at a new type of height! Memory and insight just might take flight. Fight myself out of this bag Still wet from the regrets I've had. Trending, with another fad, Bending, before I break This bad habit, shit I almost had it Then I watched my progress digress Too soon to think that I was a success. CHORUS (x2): It's all over, I've traveled too far I’ve eaten all my bread crumbs, I don't know who you are It's been a few years since I even owned a car Barley paying rent convincing myself I'm a star VERSE 2: It’s been so long since I stood under this rain and Rinsed. So long to my jacket, Long since drenched. Let it fall off Inch by inch. Pinch My skin between two nails. Unhinge my jaw Between sales. Binge and purge these Details. But that's what this job Entails. Email’s, C.Deals, seashells and miles, Files, fliers, freestyles, and tires Inspires me and never tires. Even if I Do not sell or find buyers. Or go Viral on the etherwebs, wires Nah I’m not one of the subscribers I’m an act and I’m not good at acting No lights, no camera, just a whole lot of action. CHORUS (x2): It's all over, I've traveled too far I’ve eaten all my bread crumbs, I don't know who you are It's been a few years since I even owned a car Barley paying rent convincing myself I'm a star VERSE 3: Tell me a story and do not exaggerate Leave the glory and the boring will evaporate Fabricate pictures of my idols Coagulate my blood and then check my vitals Graduate through a program idol Or fail, go to jail, never felt more suicidal Navigate through the world and a few Bibles And interview myself in the presence of my rivals Everybody smart now is looking for some rifles I’m just trying to find peace without keeping my eyes closed Nose seems to be on top of everything Yet I’m still thinking about phones, clothes, and wedding rings Kings used to seem so far-fetched But now I see the kingdom and it isn't such a far stretch Catch what I’m spitting it is written We’ve all got a chance to make a stance or keep sittin’ CHORUS (x3): It's all over, I've traveled too far I’ve eaten all my bread crumbs, I don't know who you are It's been a few years since I even owned a car Barley paying rent convincing myself I'm a star
9.
Sixteen 04:07
INTRO: Are domestic terrorists targeting Snohomish County businesses and job sites? Federal investigators are looking for a tie between a radical environmental group and three separate acts of vandalism. VERSE 1: I'll use a sixteen to tell you about a fiend That only dreams when he's going through some withdrawals Mind is tighter than a rubber band Wrapped around a ceiling fan Never been a kneeling man Then again never been content but I will not consent To colonized regiment Proppin’ up governments with bibles unintelligent Re-print for the masses, relevant to the element of creating social classes Borders and clashes, orders and masters But you are Clark Kent without the glasses Rising through ashes Community and unity progress through the aggression Making opportunity to end all this oppression This sessions and the investment of my moral dedication Health, Food, and Education’s a human right and obligation So why do we keep waitin’ On a gap of desperation to sweep across the nation To ensure that we’re behavin’ Enslaving us like some cavemen Through a system ancient Teaching the children to be laymen Can I get an Amen (AMEN!) If you know what I am saying Enslaving us like some caveman through a system ancient Teaching the children to be laymen Can I get an Amen (AMEN!) If you know what I am saying. CHORUS: If everyone you know is simply trying to make it You need to ask yourself why you even take it If everyone you know is simply trying to make it We need to ask ourselves why we even take it If everyone you know is simply trying to make it You need to ask yourself why you even take it If everyone we know is simply trying to make it Goddamnit let’s just take it!! VERSE 2: I'll use a sixteen to tell you about a fiend That caught onto a scheme through a computer screen Now they’re worried about the teens and the information they possess So they try to regulate our access Tip them off the axis Stop paying taxes No ass kiss from a broadcast list Gonna show you video of Damascus If you ask this probably get a re-run Of some dumb shit from last season breathin’ Pollution and chemtrails Yet they make us fight over gay rights and stem cells Tent sales are at an all time high Yet the houseless have never been less dry Why Have the camps been destroyed by local PD’s systematically deployed. The ones that we avoid and the ones we don't notice Are the first on the list in the primary focus. CHORUS: If everyone you know is simply trying to make it You need to ask yourself why you even take it If everyone you know is simply trying to make it We need to ask ourselves why we even take it If everyone you know is simply trying to make it You need to ask yourself why you even take it If everyone we know is simply trying to make it Goddamnit let’s just take it!! VERSE 3: I'll use a sixteen to tell you about a fiend Raised by the machine now he’ll rage against his own being His own team, is unidentifiable Scene ran dry no supply minds plyable One undeniable fact is, we are liable for our actions My passion to speak and be recorded and hopefully through you one day reported It's important to note war criminals rewarded While innocent civilians waterboarded. Contorted and distorted media outlets Are owned by the worst of criminal outfits Auschwitz was funded by the same guys, Everything we’ve known has been backed by The same lies, same ties that brought you dope, coke, and cola Stand to profit billions off the spread of Ebola. CHORUS: If everyone you know is simply trying to make it You need to ask yourself why you even take it If everyone you know is simply trying to make it We need to ask ourselves why we even take it If everyone you know is simply trying to make it You need to ask yourself why you even take it If everyone we know is simply trying to make it Goddamnit let’s just take it!!
10.
Cody Wilson 03:29
VERSE 1: I promise, like Nostradamus, To be honest, but I can't predict Whether or not they’ll be pompous I pay homage, and proper respects But 100 free shows equals not one check, so I Come correct, and resurrect my confidence. Nose to the grindstone but that is common sense Opulence, in my headphones Write “Anonymous” on both of my headstones? Deftones, and a lil’ bit of vino California dreaming, maybe Stockton or Chino I’m locked in a keyhole, freer than an eagle Two fingers up to Siskel and Ebert Fuck a motion feature, this creature’s in motion I’ll feature my teacher then teach you the program The source is more open than any church building Props to the real saints, like Cody Wilson. BRIDGE / HOOK 1: Cody Wilson, Cody Wilson Props to the real saints, like Cody Wilson Cody Wilson, Cody Wilson, Who is Cody Wilson? You should Google Cody Wilson! VERSE 2: Said the industry’s a ministry and ministries are governments Governments are all the same, yea, they just govern shit. Regulate my fate, make it hard to escape You push me in a corner and you know which path I’ll take I said, you know the moves I make Like I’m glued to a blueprint of epoxy and tonic. Oxymoronic, Oxy for Morons To keep ‘em catatonic, then pour on some ethanol And legalize the chronic. Demonize the same lifestyle you made iconic Then criminalize our lives for the sake of making profit Stop It. Know you see this mosh pit that we call society And oh it is so toxic Caution Too busy fuckin’ and flossin’ My favorite conscious rapper got famous while thrift shopping What option do I have in the game? I'm not making funny songs until they learn to spell my name. BRIDGE / HOOK 2: I said it’s S M A R - T Jones Hyphen is a dash in the middle, now you know I said it’s S M A R - T Jones, Hyphen is a dash, now these muthafuckas know! VERSE 3: I’m on computers, stages Streets and keyboards Networking with strangers, looking for my rewards I don't need more than the average man, But soon average will be less than I could ever stand So I’ll rap these words and I hope you understand Then I’ll wrap a mic cord around my right hand And I’ll wrap that around a DJ and a band And hope that you’re watching as a friend and a fan I give daps to every artist that I can Keep clapping out CD’s never bashful with my plans Sold 23,000 with everyone I stand To gain another fan, so I can fill these stands with my fanbase Buy a house and feed my family pancakes Tour for 20 years with no mandates on money that my band makes Me and all my bandmates, Salivate Long wait, Celebrate, any chance to illustrate a landscape. HOOK 3 / OUTRO: Me and all my bandmates Salivate Long wait Celebrate Any chance to illustrate a landscape Me and all my bandmates Salivate Long wait Celebrate Any chance to illustrate a landscape
11.
48 Hours 04:26
CHORUS (x2): 48 hours never took so long Being good never felt so wrong I'm losing sleep every night that you are gone But at least it will help me write this song. VERSE 1: I can't live with you, can't live without you, For most it's not an issue, but I know all about you. I don't know how to wake up and eat Without you by my side reminding me to take a drink. Codependency, always playing hide and seek While I spend my energy on the secrets that we keep. You swept me off my feet, I sweeped you in a Sweet, Secrete you through my skin when I minimize defeat. You're in my every dream and I'm praying that you'll leave Or at least the role you're playing will be a bit more discrete I see a sea of scenes and the seeds are in between Growing up through the meek as I speak on their needs But I'm weak with disease and teased by cogitation You're in all that I see guilty by association Inflating my lungs ‘til I see spots Shit, anything to distract these thoughts. CHORUS (x2): 48 hours never took so long Being good never felt so wrong I'm losing sleep every night that you are gone But at least it will help me write this song. Verse 2 When I'm with you, I need no other, But all we seem to do is smother each other. (choking sound), When I'm with you, I need no other, But all we seem to do is smother each other. And when I miss you, it's unlike any hunger Awakes me from my sleep under sweaty sheets and covers If I kiss you, I know I won't wanna quit Then I'm spending every minute on keeping us both lit. I used to, exercise and stay fit but You take me as I am so I'm content to sit, And I don't give a shit that my friends still hit it It doesn't make me fidget, no it doesn't even matter. You were here before me, you'll be here after I'm just afraid that I'm using all my laughter on you, And no one deserving, ‘Cause when you’re around I'm not good at flirting I'm not good at speaking, not good at fucking, They say I need you to write which means I'm good at nothing! CHORUS (x2): 48 hours never took so long Being good never felt so wrong I'm losing sleep every night that you are gone But at least it will help me write this song. VERSE 3: You've never been included in my happy ever after Yet you've diluted my every chapter You make me go slow when I need to go faster I used to call you friend but now I call you master You used to set me free but now I feel captured With you watching Netflix on a Hewlett Packard My life is backwards, I'm feeling awkward Damn near defeated if not yet conquered. Onward, they say I gotta march But I need you like water and I'm feeling so parched Back arched, pregnant in the parchment Burning through the segment and smoking out my hardship Art shit?! Yeah...what use is that?! Can't put food on the table or clothes on my back BUT I CAN, in fact I got a plan To leave you alone and begin again! (said) CHORUS (x2): 48 hours never took so long Being good never felt so wrong I'm losing sleep every night that you are gone But at least it will help me write this song.
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Voyage 04:12
CHORUS (x2): Bon Voyage, I’m off on a journey Traveling this land living life in a hurry Bon Voyage I’m off on a journey Every stage, every fest, till everybody's heard me. VERSE 1: I’m writing in transit grooving with the bus stops Giving myself goosebumps hoping that it don’t stop 112, 512, Westlake, light rail, Northbound, Greyhound, Stadium, high tail, station Might as well get inside and sit still Acclimate myself to the ride and the feel (I said) Three days never felt so real And all I really wanted was to detox and deal Alone with my thoughts and a lot of good will Full bottle of Niacin I barely broke the seal though Neck hurts I could really use a pillow But the bus ticket was a real good deal though A good meal awaits me where I'm going But in the meantime I'm starving out this omen. I'm a showman Nah I’m a shaman Traveling from Seattle, Washington to Austin. CHORUS (x2): Bon Voyage, I’m off on a journey Traveling this land living life in a hurry Bon Voyage I’m off on a journey Every stage, every fest, till everybody's heard me. VERSE 2: I used to want to be a rockstar I didn't really care about a big house or Five cars Just wanted to travel and do drugs with my friends but Now that I'm doing that I’m more concerned with making ends Hence, while I’m selling CD’s And believe me I got music online for free But it doesn't help with fees and bills that need to be paid And most 9 to 5’s demean the art I’ve made The only road paved is an Interstate So I tell it I’m a genius till it tells me that I’m great I can't escape the love that helps me heal Or the hate that makes this whole struggle real There’s no need to conceal how I feel or who lied to me Who I am or who I try to be I just gotta not sit idly Traveling this land and writing in my diary. CHORUS (x2): Bon Voyage, (we) I’m off on a journey Traveling this land living life in a hurry Bon Voyage, I’m off on a journey Every stage, every fest, till everybody's heard me. OURTRO: Now it's time to show some love to all the music festivals who have enabled me to get out 28,000 plus CD’s. Thank you for allowing me build this fan base. You will one day help me feed a family off this artwork. Start off with Arkansas festivals: Harvest Fest Wakarusa HighBerry (you know I've got mad love for you) Forecastle Festival in Kentucky Shambala (best festival I've ever been to BC, Canada) Mount Oasis in North Carolina Folklife, Hempfest, Bumbershoot (that’s some Washington love right there Seattle) Utopia Austin City Limits South by Southwest Uphoria (always got love for Texas) Phases of the Moon What the Festival in Oregon Paradiso Summer Meltdown Joshua Tree High Sierra Music Fest Pot of Gold McDowell Mountain Music Fest (Arizona I love you) Sasquatch (Washington, love you) Barter Faire (Washington always loved trading CD’s for the different things, for the drugs, for the jewelry, for the poems, all the great things you guys have to provide there) Cody Smith (love you) John Mora J-Reds Son the Rhemic John Walker Chris Anderson Crew Cut Entertainment Black Magic Noise 69 / 50 Crew Golden Alchemy Infidelix NKNGS Early Adopted Ryan Taylor James Morales Kim Marie And so many more I would never have time to mention. I love you keep staying true to yourself and to this music. One love, one life. Peace.

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released April 20, 2018

All lyrics written and performed by Kyle Smith AKA Smar-T Jones.

All production and engineering done by Qreepz.

Mixed and mastered by Jay Battle at Battlefield Studios in Seattle.

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