Now days, these days
It seems like they all gone away
But I, I know they in my heart to stay
Red room, soft gloom, subsumed in a moon's hue
Opp' a noon, tomb-feel
Spit from the womb zeal
It was filled, with abandoned love that spilled
Ill off a fifth
Lilt a filth
A whole lot of shit a shill
The one percent be eating past their fill
When's the last time you just took a day to feel
Real shit
Way past the top or bottom
Out at sea, and we smoke them if we got them
Broke check, no money for a problem
And these words hit like I shot them, full throttle
Mottled truth all up in my bottle
Maybe if I hit the lotto then baby we could find tomorrow
Quit the sipping sorrow
Cut the feeling hollow
Never forget we got a transcendental dream to follow
DethBasket:
Gotta build my stance up
But know it's not the answer
Yo, I am not the man, hon
To be coming to for damn love
Don't know if I've done that before
Always wanting, But never going to get more
It's the same same old song and dance
Please don't feel bad for being bored
Part of the tactic in attacking with scatter brain-rumble jazz
Is the act of looking back at all that other crap that passed
And ask: what time was the last that crap went bad as in your cap
Cause it's happening does not mean that the bad won't snap
Sometimes you have to act, but it may not be how you think
Sometimes there's just one path, but if there are many, let them sink
I know you're on the brink, but do not shrink
If you have to slink, no goodbye the Irish thing
Go. Don't miss a beat
While you're going about that, go and learn to understand
It feels impossible to stick to a master plan
But man don't get caught up in a clam-shell too thick for you to help your damn self
That doesn't count as man's health
Yeah I'm talking to you, kid
I see you, I know you been through it
But does that mean you're too big
Or too bitch, to say you don't fuck with
What they're saying or doing
Careful who you fool with
It seems some are damaged past repair
Maybe so but why despair
If you don't care
To try to go and spare just a hair of time cause it's not all dinero
It's fair though
Cause life is a concerto
Each and every single person's time is their own, dummy
So don't get caught up if you gotta spend some alone, dummy
That's how it's goes, dummy
Schools out but you'll hear from your own that stayed hugging
Stayed dapped and stayed loving
Dylan the Dissident:
Now days, these days
It seems like they all gone away
But I, I know they in my heart to stay
Red room, soft gloom, subsumed in a moon's hue
Opp' a noon, tomb-feel
Spit since the womb zeal
It was filled, with abandoned love that spilled
Ill off a fifth
Lilt a filth
A whole lot of shit a shill
The one percent be eating past their fill
When's the last time you just took a day to feel
Real shit
Way past the top or bottom
Out at sea, and we smoke them if we got them
Broke check, no money for a problem
And these words hit like I shot them, full throttle
Mottled truth all up in my bottle
Maybe if I hit the lotto then baby we could find tomorrow
Quit the sipping sorrow
Cut the feeling hollow
Never forget we got a transcendental dream to follow
credits
released January 21, 2023
production - Dylan Eichenauer
vocals - Dylan Eichenauer
mixed and mastered by Dylan Eichenauer @ Desert Rain Studio
released by Pursuer Records
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