1. |
El Castillo
04:17
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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.
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2. |
Deja Vu
02:37
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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.)
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3. |
Pops
03:42
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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.
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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)
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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.
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6. |
Money Tree
04:53
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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.
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7. |
Mind, Body, Soul
03:43
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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
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8. |
Bread Crumbs
04:21
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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
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9. |
Sixteen
04:07
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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!!
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10. |
Cody Wilson
03:29
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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
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11. |
48 Hours
04:26
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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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12. |
Voyage
04:12
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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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