
Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Rings |
Used to draw |
Hard to admit that I «used"to draw |
Portraiture in a human form |
Doodle of a two-headed unicorn, it was soothing |
Moving his arm in a fusion of man made tools |
And a muse from beyond |
Even if it went beautifully wrong |
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to belong |
No-name nuisance |
Stools in a bedroom |
Oozed in a brand new cuneiform |
Barely commune with the horde |
Got a whole grey scale ungluing his world |
Might zone out to the yap of the magpie |
Unseen hand dragging his graphite |
Cross-contour, little bit of back light |
Black ink after a Bristol to baptize |
You can imagine a rush that ensue |
When you get three dimensions stuffed into two |
Then it’s off to a school where it’s all that you do |
Being trained and observed by a capable few |
Back in New York, five peeps and a dog |
In a two bedroom doing menial jobs |
Plus, rhyming and stealing and being a clod |
Distractions free to maraud |
I left some years a deer in the light |
I left some will to spirit away |
I let my fears materialize |
I let my skills deteriorate |
Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing |
A mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity and rickety condition with |
an ID crisis |
Nap on the front lawn, look up in the sky, it’s… |
Shapes falling out of the fringe |
All heart, though we would’ve made cowardly kings |
They will chop you down just to count your rings |
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings |
And there were |
Colors pouring out of the fringe |
All heart, though we would’ve made cowardly kings |
They will chop you down just to count your rings |
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings |
Used to paint |
Hard to admit that I «used"to paint |
Natural light on a human face |
Stenciled fire on his roommate’s bass |
It was blooming addiction |
A miss and a push and a pigment |
Book like a tattooed pigskin, look |
Pinhead kids intermittent |
Drank Kool-Aid from a tube of acrylic |
And I grew up in a linseed oil over linen |
Joy to the poison, voice in the resin |
Capture a map of the gesture |
Back up, add a little accurate fat to the figure |
Redo that, move that inwards |
Zinc-white lightning shoots from his fingers |
Studios drone with allusions of tinctures |
Stay tuned for the spooky adventures |
You can imagine the stars that align |
When a forearm starts foreshortening right |
Or a torso hung on a warping spine |
Of proportion reads as warm and alive |
Routine day with a dirt cheap brush |
Then a week goes by and it goes untouched |
Then two, then three, then a month |
Then the rest of your life, you beat yourself up |
I left some seasons eager to fall |
I left some work to bury alive |
I let my means of being dissolve |
I let my person curl up and die |
Eating up his innards in unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to |
relinquishing his privacy aligning with the trials of the anti-Midas |
Nap on the back lawn, look up at the sky, it’s… |
Shapes falling out of the fringe |
All heart, though we would’ve made cowardly kings |
They will chop you down just to count your rings |
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings |
And there were |
Colors pouring out of the fringe |
All heart, though we would’ve made cowardly kings |
They will chop you down just to count your rings |
Just to count your rings, just to count your rings |
I’m getting sick and tired of never understanding |
Where is the truth you promised?! |
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