Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Au Revoir, artist - Botany
Date of issue: 14.02.2016
Song language: English
Au Revoir |
Uh-uh |
I haven’t forgotten |
I couldn’t forget |
I remember my oaths |
I remember my duties |
I haven’t forgotten my loyalties |
Lookie here, it’s my blind spirit dance |
Learned it by the riverside, holding hands with Rosencrantz |
You ask: where is Guildenstern? |
On the other side of a long bridge I burned |
He remains so patient and pious |
Also pompous and probably going to die soon by gun fight |
At high noon we gon' find your blood type |
That’s how I’d talk if I was a Deadwood character |
Imma buy a pink Cadillac and blog Blue America |
Drive my momma wherever she need to be at |
Taking the corner slow |
I was raised on Brother J, X Clan |
I was always taught to pass my blessings to the next man |
Stomping, walking in my big black boots |
Stomping, walking in my big black boots |
(Living off the earth eating birds and fruits) |
(Living off the earth eating birds and fruits) |
The force of the winding path was sent tristen trip |
The living myth in the physical |
The young son of Bobby Digital with all wooden fingers |
Prone to write a poem when the gloom lingers |
Like I’ll swear the gin |
Might find an outback bearskin |
Where the coarse air wimmering |
Crack a Morse Code riddle quick |
Of course the boy’s all ready ready eat it hand full of mulberry berries |
I’m forgetting something |
I’m forgetting something |
I’m forgetting something |
How he’s so fluid conjuring poetics |
Bud Powell with the fez screaming: Off with their heads! |
(Who?) Bud Powell with the fez, nigga |
Next he’s tailored with the black keys |
Ashy hands and ashy black knees |
On eight chains of the oldest gold |
Crowned with fresh picked marigolds, yes I’m very old |
Stand in front, I’m only nine with the kasha in my right hand |