courting ms. apple, part 2
this song has a pleasant surface but underneath that there lurks a dark secret meaning and underneath that there is a very light and liberating even more secret meaning. have fun with it all. the beat is Necro's "Burn you with Satan"
i'm really a writer first, and i'm just working up the nerve to approach this girl that i have a huge infatuation with. i hope she talks to me.
on top of that, i have almost a whole album written out so right now i'm workin on practicing my mic skills (and even dabbling in production a lil (real lil)), so that i can get this thing heard. it's a gem. i promise.
Lyrics
“excuse me, miss”
i fancy i a painter, nothing fancy, a few pints of cancer splashed on tiled zodiacs, child mostly acts out on canvas, campus-bought, taut treated flesh lets me treat my second flesh to a flash of death, fresh respect for breath
“can i ask some questions about your son?”
hide guides the hedon heavin out of hidin, dip the head in heaven, animal hair follicles drippin crimson, cram some manifest sun from between stenciled lines, pre-penciled finds, i shadow features, you know the type that light late night screenings, projectin seemin, colors screaming, end teasing meaning
“has he been home lately?”
eyes teething on cool blues, tear dropped hues watered down wooing words, salt in womb stings prenatal nerves, nettled nerves sing playful birth, roughly brushed 'but's are not not heeded, stop reading it into dismissal, bristle beatings give character to prints, princess captured in red-dense indents
“when was the last time you talked to him?”
retention minimal since visuals are non-subliminal, superficial glamour shots, devoid of subtext, camera cocked, the subject sittin pretty on a pretty heady pedastal, petals still heavy with the sun's steps, i kept one in a frame on the wall above my bed and spent days talking in my sleep
“if you think of anything, you can reach me here.”
