Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Half Mast, artist - Ceschi. Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Half Mast |
| 4 years old |
| I was in a playground digging for bones |
| Underneath the wood chips |
| Under the stones |
| Searching for the dead and gone |
| Dinosaurs with their dead end songs |
| And then |
| When I was 7 |
| I planted 20 peach pits in the backyard |
| One of them grew up to be a tree with 50 arms |
| It bore the sweetest fruit I’ve ever tasted |
| And the roots tore through the dirt |
| Tore through the pavement |
| All these animals |
| With their paws in traps |
| All the animals |
| In this bar make me laugh |
| It’s the way that our faces sink at half mast |
| It’s the way that our bodies stink (make noise) |
| I already know them by heart |
| I’ve memorized their reflections |
| And know the art |
| I’ve felt the rush of a big bet |
| And got the scars |
| Covering each bit of this chest |
| We’ll play our parts |
| But every performance will end |
| So if this is really the start of the finish |
| I guess I gotta go ahead and settle for chipping away at the infinite… |
| Only felt alive for a minute’s time… |
| All I ever wanted was to be significant — not losing in my prime |
| Sacrificing my body pocket and mind |
| For a taste of it |
| Spitting in the face of it |
| They love it when a man plummets |
| I’d pray but I can’t stomach that rubbish |
| Where do they really want to go when they die? |
| In the clouds with the most high? |
| Underground or the sky with a clown-like «BIG GUY»? |
| In a wooden box |
| With a suit and tie |
| So the boll weevils can hide |
| With some maggots in between toenails |
| While arachnids swim inside bone marrow? |
| Or would they prefer to go sterile? |
| God Dammit |
| I’m locked inside this unforgiving planet |
| Where people chant of freedom and revolution |
| But have never had it |
| So I’ve been on a quest to find a way out of inevitable gravity and death |
| And I’m at a turning point |
| Wondering if I should quit now |
| But it’s all in jest |
| I feel I’m dick deep |
| And the writer’s block raping my brain |
| Is editing out all the ways I want to say «fuck you» in good taste |
| This is an album |
| About low living |
| Sucking up dust and discovering quickly |
| That the truth is unforgiving |
| All these animals |
| With their paws in traps |
| All the animals |
| In this bar make me laugh |
| It’s the way that our faces sink at half mast |
| It’s the way that our bodies stink |
| 9 years old |
| Saw a man get shot in the road: |
| Robbed a bank |
| Never made it home |
| That’s my fucking hero though |
| A gambler with no soul |
| Took a risk |
| Buried in a hole |
| When I was 12 |
| I dreamt Abuelo never went to hell |
| I dreamt he never shot and killed himself |
| In that Puerto Rican motel |
| Where the cane rum sunk into the shelves |
| I painted him in heaven |
| I made believe my father kept clean |
| That addiction wasn’t built inside of me |
| Or David |
| But the tree is still growing |
| And it seems |
| That the fruit it bore 10 years before just wasn’t so sweet |
| Julius |
| I must say |
| I must say |
| I never thought you would fade |
| Julius |
| I must say |
| I must say |
| I never thought you would |
| Julius |
| I must say |
| I must say |
| I never thought you would fade |
| Julius |
| I must say |
| I must say |
| I must say |
| I must say… |
| All these animals |
| With their paws in traps |
| All the animals |
| In this bar make me laugh |
| It’s the way we’re all sinking at half mast |
| It’s Half Mast |