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MR LONG STORY:An emcee and producer based in Upstate, New York, who's subject matter is scattered and often perplexing, with instrumentals both self produced and gathered from various artists continentially.
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #219
Peak in subgenre #42
Author
Randy Jack
Rights
2006
Uploaded
September 15, 2006
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:42
Lyrics
Everyday I'm shadowboxing sunlight The smile on my face finds it's place at midnight Love is in the air and I'm choking....broken This machine's need's a mystery, I've spoken Listerine never got the bitter taste out my jaw Mr. Clean never wiped December's waste off this floor I hesistate taking steps, did I make this mess Or was I thrown into it knowing I would take my rest Fake the stress, method actor, September's chapter turn the page, bedtime story in my ever after And the inner children, they aren't sleeping They're wide awake staring, asking me the reasons So I'm the teacher...teacher, teacher Tell me why the syllabus is a repeat And all I do is stare right with em at the chalkboard Awkward...answer is my own words I walk toward That's the sound of a long train coming but it's going the wrong way All aboard, next stop, nowhere Unless you're taking it all day And That's the voice of the train conducter Still confused with the signal All aboard, last stop, last hope My head is pressed against the window And my legs are autonomous, so I'll follow this Ominous sign through the wall with self confidence It was she who shot first, unevened scores, who broke armistice It's war and this is reconnassiance Common Sense spent at the entrance Hold my ticket, give the next to me a shotty sentence Beside that, not a look, not a glance, not a word Echoes of my exhale off the train car serve As rememberence...I see a child pretending Like he don't know where this metal monster is heading I see a few friends jesting, one gripping the siderail Eyes to the ground, jokes are defense mechanisms I see a man, solitary, reading the paper "HOME" tattooed on his frown, eating a bagel Last stop, no passengers, not a soul here Just me...exit ramp...walk away from the cold year That's the sound of a long train coming just to fall out of service All aboard, next stop, nowhere Still gotta fix the circuit And That's the voice of the train conducter who doubles as a passenger All aboard, last stop, last glance Before I wipe clean the character
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