over black rob's "by a stranger" instrumental
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Lyrics
it’s blackout.
im of the elegant hybrid.
a strange pedigree developed in silence.
hopes garnished in karma, dreams embellished in crisis.
faceplant.
in a wonderful wasteland.
& im stuck inhaling the smoke sinking to the furnace clogging the basement.
propel.
beauty inspires.
this room’s for the flyers
who catapult from correctional facilities to dunes of desire.
spoonfed.
but w/ dignity, my friend.
don’t even think for one second that you & i have ever been at ends.
spiral.
the once lemonade stand
is now a yard sale of past memories fading
off my driveway,
into a ford pickup, and onto foreign pavement .
take flight.
in the litterbug lobby.
take part.
in the lanyard lounge.
let nothing stand in the way of you & your lumberjack crown.
hunched back.
on liberty..
justice & freedom, trust is a need & it ain’t no fucking mystery..
stained glass.
these crayola clusters clutter my spin.
god please,
don’t let me plunge into the depths of the new year again.
mirrors.
of broken glass and busted dexterity,
cracked fingers and whole lotta of slumped prosperity.
& so i,
quicksand.
my way through the holy land.
& brick by brick,
i built a 24 hour diner in golgatha’s sand.
train wreck.
clumps of bad luck
plucked from a mad man’s touch.
& if i plant my serendipity,
maybe the fortune teller’s predictions will blossom up outta the mud.
head trips.
i got an arsenal of cluelessness,
a repertoire of tarantula fuck you’s,
& a militia of pistol pete prototypes..
we stay motored, right?
cyclone.
if you got them whirlwind blues.
i’m telling you,
the rusty jukebox melody pattern
is the one true dusty rooftop remedy, madam.
friction.
& it all boils down to midnight cocktails, a hung head,
& the ghost of a hornet that left every swashbuckler stung dead.
boom bap.
tip toe spiders & razzle dazzle blacksmiths
it’s the blown speakers
the believers
the teeter totter tactics
monsoon.
it’s the bread & water brink
it’s the make you think mink
it’s the in your face ink
it’s the creature hidden deep in the closet in your room
yes it’s
blackout
