MY favorite beat ever, and my favoite lyrics ever. This is pretty much my best song now. I intend to do a better recording/mix eventually, but this version will work for now.
This guy is a crazy rapper who does some unconventional things sometimes.
I, Sore Thumb, am now what you listen to. You should probably list me among your favorite bands on myspace, and also make one of my songs play automatically and bother people who visit.
Story behind the song
This is kind of supposed to be the first song of my next album. The premise is that it's been a while since last time I rapped for my listeners.
Lyrics
Agreeable Incoherence
I call out
Into the darkness
With my microphone in hand
Ever since we
Parted ways
This land has been a lonely land
(Chorus 2)
By the light of
Second coming
All rejoice as silence ends
How I wish this
Had been sooner
Let us raise the roof again
Here I come, Sore Thumb, all bones and skin
Lookin’ like something that the cat dragged in
Haggard as I swagger on in to mobilize
For another round that’s not so ill, but still it’s ill advised
This one’s for everyone who memorized the old tracks
Done with that? Here’s the latest, guys, thanks for coming back
I’ve got more in store, and if the quality’s poor
I guess it’s good you already liked me before
OK hold it, nine bars in, and sold myself short
Cancel the pity party, hear me? Abort!
I’m all confidence, don’t wanna miss me droppin’ this and rockin’ this
Floor
Here’s a two line report on how I’m gonna perform
Typed double spaced and in mla form
Sore Thumb’s gonna rock everyone, even you.
Sources: Myself. Personal interview.
Nothing new beneath the sun? Let’s explore a new galaxy
Your argument for unoriginality’s a fallacy
Stale melody’s a malady, avoid it like the plague
Seek a garden-fresh tune that’s all lift and no drag
See, I want to believe that that tune exists
I’ll fight mediocrity with both of my fists
To make the ideal real, it pops out of the speakers
And inspires a great deal of motion in your sneakers
Beakers and test tubes formulatin’ success
Show the hack what dead horse to beat to death
But we’re better than that, not well funded, but better
I’ll rap, you tap your feet, we’ll do this together.
Here’s a letter from me to you, stamped and addressed
Dear listener, prepare for an all-out fun fest
How’s your life? How’s the weather? Maybe sometime I’ll call you
Sincerely Sore Thumb, P.S., turn up the volume!
Tactically sophisticated lyrical strikes
Practically obliterate unqualified mics
I’m prepared to accept that that means absolutely nothing
‘cause I know even so these are good rhymes I’m busting
Form over function, that’s the way we’ll go about it
Don’t interrupt when the topic gets rerouted
Stylin’ while substance takes one for the team
And allows for somethin’ with a cooler rhyme scheme
It’s a fresh new day to lay down fresh new rhymes
Here’s a fresh new way to say “I stay with the times”
I say these things not realizing consequences
The track gets recorded advertising its freshness
Have a listen in a decade, it’ll still sound the same
Cryogenically frozen with its obsolete claims
So here’s a memorial to what once was
Because it can’t stay fresh forever, whatever one does.
