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Stupid Stature
04:17
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The times, they shrink us down when they’re hard
The rest of the world so big, so far
When your cell is too small you cling to the bars
Imprisoned in simply being
Possibly, maybe, probably reeling
Running and jumping, hiding from feeling
If I could I’d break through the ceiling
Growth is so sweet, so oddly freeing
But,
Words are floating downward
Sugar-coated, fake and fractured
They turn in to coat our skin
In moments manufactured
Then they turn out to knock us down
And fall a little faster
But sometimes they’re just too high
God damn my stupid stature
Someone in distress told me my soul was pearl
She said I’d grow with wisdom
I said ‘Fuck, I hope man
I feel small and then some’
She asked if I had any wisdom to give her
Any advice at all
I said it seemed like she needed to grow, and
She needed to know it
Because,
An artist has a purpose if they’ve got a craft to master
But industry’s a different beast, a dog eat dog attacker
They say you’ll have to step and step to get to what you’re after
But could they be too steep for me?
God damn my stupid stature
Well,
If over time you’re shrinking getting farther from the top
And every day you’re climbing up just to reach the drop
With nothing in your power you can do to make it stop
Then stature’s pretty mighty, might be
All we got
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2. |
Racehorse
03:42
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There’s no such thing as running
But there’s a whole lot of denying it’s there
And you may not be forthcoming
But keeping quiet doesn’t make it easy to bare
Because the burden that you’re holding’s
getting mighty heavy
And the longer that carry it
The more it’ll weigh
And for what?
For whom?
And how long?
There’s no such thing as closure
And waiting for it sets you on an imminent fate
And it won’t ever be over
If you expect to stumble on a definite day
Now think back to all the people
All the power you gave
Just ‘cause they did something bad enough
To go on a page
And for what?
For whom?
And how long?
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3. |
Forage For Porridge
04:09
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They’re calling it quits
The hand that feeds fractured at the wrist
And all mankind is on the tit
Of the last woman left at the market
She’s been tossed and she’s been aged
So they’re giving her away
To the bidder with the highest pay
They traveled to paradise for the trade
They’re closing their eyes
Blindly adding to the pile
And all mankind is of the tribe
That’s turned inward and eating their children
They don’t know it
They’re surprised
When we put their feet to the fire
Just to fry
And we tell them not to ask why
What a way of chasing the high
If I’m really thriving
I should run on home
For if I’m really fighting
I’m doing it all wrong
And we forage through the forest
For a hint of what we know
But never live in wilderness
And never watch it grow
They’ve crawled up and died
Warehouse out of the supply
And ol’ mankind’s so far behind
With the scientists locked up in prison
They can’t see it
They’ve gone blind
Thinking that they’re still alive
And they’ll thrive
If only for the reprise
What a way to see the surprise
If I’m really thriving
I should run on home
For if I’m really fighting
I’m doing it all wrong
And we forage through the forest
For a hint of what we know
But never live in wilderness
And never watch it grow
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Halfwit Banquet
04:32
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I can see when you’ve seen it
‘Cause of my approach
‘Cause it’s sick and it’s bold
And I’m drunk and decided
To go with the flow
Of what I thought I’d know
For the moment
And I haven’t grown
And it shows
Thought I’d open the floodgates
For no other reason
Than to retain
Control for a change
I suppose that I’m owed it
Since racing through the maze
And coming in first
Just to learn it’s all a game
And with every outcome
that ends up the same
I’ll be banging my head
against the wall here deranged
If I can pull out my hair
Why can’t I trade my face?
I’m very rarely open
Except for the times
I forget I’ve decided I’m broken
For a moment I’m joking
I’m home rum and coking
I manage to fly with these
Bricks on my shoulder
I’m terribly honest
Believe me man,
I can fuckin’ leak just like a faucet
If you get me started
Come to my apartment
And let me show you around
The little slice that I’ve been carving
If I’m not too busy starving
And with every skincell
The prospect of change
Every halfwit banquet
Every something to say
They tear up these walls
The fragments, they fall in place
I keep on trying to make it make sense
Question the quiet and blind to the mess
Leaving me tired, riled and restless
Victim amidst circumstances
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War Honey Brooklyn, New York
An indie rock band from Brooklyn.
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