All parts recorded in bedroom - no samples at all for a change.
I rap and sometimes sing. Guitars (both acoustic and electric), bass, an MPC and Cubase form the core of my musical enterprises.
Lyrics
The clock ticks and drops bricks as my coccyx rocks this
Spot which must accommodate this monstrous splosh. It’s
Toxic, cheeks squeak, the porcelain gets drop-kicked
Like a mosh-pit on both layers of a box of chocolates
I need a doctor; my body’s lost a lot of narcotics
And the S-N-R-I withdrawal syndrome is horrid
My brain is shaking, I’m morbid, the point I’m making this morning -
I shouldn’t triple my dosage for pain meds after scoring ‘em
Cause with days left I’m crawling, with every sentence I’m spawning
Appalling trenches from caution, though apprehensive I call him
But I have genuine reasons and my GP’s sympathetic
He says he’ll fax a prescription for green and yellow synthetics
To be delivered in person because I can’t walk to get it.
Yet if I had to, I’d crawl there-despite my feeling pathetic
And not the least energetic trapped in this tenebrous place
But is it really feeling ‘high’ or feeling normal I chase?
It’s high time they got here, high time they administered my drug
It’s high time they got here, high time they delivered my stuff
I’m going back to basics; I’m going back to where it all began.... I am...
I’m headed in a new direction, going back from where I’ve come... but never gone.... never gone.
The end of the night I must see to my soul, can’t sleep without light or with the light on at all
The pain bites as I crawl, through my mind and my will but
I’m redefined once entwined with a pill.
The end of the night I must see to my soul, can’t sleep without light or with the light on at all
The pain bites as I crawl, through my mind and my will and
I’m pleased when I find I’m entitled to pills
The end of the night I must see to my soul, can’t sleep without light or with the light on at all
The pain bites as I crawl, through my mind and my will and
And I creep up the walls as I have my last pill.
