it wants you to be a part of this world
i didn't think i'd see you leaving.
a loud crowd of drenched colored people
smoke dangles in the air
this is a dark omen
so indulge in the fog of shimmering colors
beckoning you, it wants you to be a part of this world
the one you can't describe
your vision is useless, its too bright
you go deaf with your eardrums pounding,
with a pulse beating your mind
until your blind
when you recognized me you froze in the sand
how can i make you re consider
leaving hasn't left our long list of options
options you're forced me to chose
capsule's apart
my arms absorb you
to hold us together
my chest caves into your heart
///////////////
we breathe in, and out
and
we regret,
and
we forget
and
we regret
and
we forget
and we forget to remember
you can't have a cake and eat it to
we blend to the exact shade that we were born in
we make ourselves the exact shape, to fit the mold
to hold the fort, to grow old
we shrink into ourselves in folds
we breathe in the nothingness
the contrast so blinding, but its everywhere
it bleeds through my eyelids
but i cant open my eyes to see it
i really really need a glass of water
cold sweat has frozen me to my sheets
left to melt as the sun rises
am i expected to recharge?
the light hits the curtain, and the night was wasted
C
i'm laying in my bed,
E
trying to slow my heart down
C
i just jacked off
E
and i cant stop
C
and i can't stop
E
breathing so goddamn fast
C E
i lay in my bed for a while,
Am E
debating to smoke or shower,
C Am
take a bike ride, or write a song
C Am Em Am
but i hit my pipe, then reach for the bong
D
more like dreaming about
taking a shower
riding a bike,
C
or writing a song
A
i decided to go with the best of four choices,
C
i breathe purple smoke
Am
to tame my pulse
C
my mind unfolds,
G
and this is the result
and thats the result of all that is THIS
the result of all that is THIS
the result of all this
the result of all that is THIS
the result of all this
plugs.
slug green, and begging for more liquor
glowing fuzz seeps into the pours of your skin
poison dribbles down your sun-kissed arm
the matinee is cheap, i've got tickets to the 3 o clock
poison pours down your throat
we decide to walk,
on the way we see a couple sitting together on a bench
he's holding her like a newborn flower
struck by that sight,
i turn to you
i want to know what you think
i want to know what you see
the look you mean to be on your face
as we tripped through the daisies
we played old games my grandma tought me
tickling the back of my neck for sometime now
you've been there, you know it and like it
just a little further you say not believing your own words
our legs go soggy, we collapse into folds of old records, and tv shows
tend to your fireplace
i'm laying on the sidewalk waiting for you,
and your planting mouse traps in my neighbors house
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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Monday, March 16, 2009
NEW ))) MF DOOM - Born Like This (2009)
MF DOOM - Born Like This
1. Supervillain Intro (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
2. Gazzillion Ear (Produced By: Jay Dee (aka J. Dilla))
3. Ballskin (Produced By: Jake One)
4. Yessir feat. Raekwon (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
5. Absolutely (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
6. Rap Ambush (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
7. Lightworks (Produced By: Jay Dee (aka J. Dilla))
8. Batty Boyz (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
9. Costume Foolery (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
10. Angelz feat. Tony Starks (aka Ghostface Killah) (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
11. Cellz (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
12. Stil Dope (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
13. Better Than Beer feat. Kurious (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
14. Microwave Mayo (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
15. More Rhymin' (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
16. That's That (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
17. In Ya Dreams (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
18. Thank Ya (Produced By: M.F. DOOM)
check out number 10 Cellz its amazing
i highly recommend this, it seems like doom just keeps better and better, a couple songs produced by jdilla
its pretty new as i understand, and its fucking awesome so i thought i would post it. more mf to love
"its like a leotard-fest"
GIVE IT A WHIRL
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Fuckers
just got back from seven eleven. i walk in excited to purchase my daily fix of nicotine, approach the counter, drop my id and five bucks on the counter
"marlboro 27's"
the man turns around, searches them down and rings me up. being high, i am staring at some strange children's candy,
he say's "its $5.rurtwenty seven"."
i just keep staring at the blueberry brain popsicle candy thingy.
blank.
then after i realize he isn't contiune i say
"whuh?"
and dig in my pockets for change and put down 30 cents, he says in his indistinguishable
"no, its 5.97"
"WHUH!?!?"
i pull out a ten and replace it with the five.
fucking taxes making us want to quit. i just was about to try and quit, now utah raises taxes on smokes hoping people will quit. i dont want to quit inspite of that, those fuckers.
draft
with chips on my sandwich, and fries on my burger
slugging from couch to chair, leaving trails of empty beer
the slack catches up well versed, with fidgeting fingers pacing back and forth
captive, in my own nest, the walls smell stale and they're trying to smother me
finally you come take me out of here, take me to that place
we stain some red wine on your blanket
your fruity gum is tasteless from my cigarette
blue skies, red slides, wine, and swing sets
this is better than a kiss
show me the world through your eyes,
all this transparency turns to paradise
i halfway believe everything will be fine
