About the times when our minds were standing in long lines to form strong rhymes.
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echo denver
Story behind the song
This was an Autumn Springs song that was once available on mp3.com/autumnsprings. Nathan Wheat and Mel Bushman did the sounds and rhyming respectively and has long been a favorite by friends and fans.
Lyrics
Hello out there in radio land,
For a good time I’m your man.
I was smiled upon many suns ago,
Opened up a can of worms and did a show.
Then a knock on the door I got from off the floor,
I was but a bedroom springsteen evermore.
Unorganized but interesting, quiet but pained,
Vital and necessary - redundancy is all the same.
Cute little words and phrases for the masses,
Piano Melodies like commercials for fat asses.
A dream-master at work wearing nothing but a shirt.
Punched in the nose with dirt. Slapped from my smirk.
Ignore the lines - read between them this time,
Live a long life and never live out a lie.
Advice from many and only one choice,
The one in your head is only one voice.
Hung to dry in the abnormal warm winds,
Lightning and mud for the folks living with sins.
Tactics to scratch the back itch for a fast fix,
Nonsense Musical with a tuning fork in the mix.
Come to me - I rhyme for the mind-shine,
Too many rhymes from too many minds - it’s a landslide
Hang-glide the total mass - the totem pole freedom spike . . .
You wouldn’t be happy if you didn’t do what you like.
Yeah! So I jam raps, extinguish the competitors,
Fck your letter to the senator - callin yourself an editor.
Sht.
Your tired flowstyle’s from someone else’s shtstack,
I hit back so get back…
Add a few powers of ten when I come in to rip tracks.
So get out in the field and tune in to the outloud speaker,
I stronger the interference to make their sht get weaker.
[Put Guy Smiley on the radio and hit the cave,
Build a tent with old sheets and sleep away the day.]
Wake up in the later year and shave off the jackass,
Come back around like a frisbee - ah yes, that fast.
Big red truck bugs - zoning and zooming,
Bright blue sun mushrooming so fckin’ ruined.
I don’t think I’m slick with this - just ridiculous.
I got camoflauged last year so now I’m hittin this (sht)
For the sake of rhymin’ for Ridalin I’m not hip to,
Again craving some raps that we all can flip to.