
Date of issue: 21.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APOS
Song language: English
Predormitum (Prologue) |
I had a funny dream the other night |
I was floating in a cloud |
I am floating happy not knowing nautical course |
Tie a wristwatch in slipknots and dock at my porch |
Time is of no essence, the presence becomes presents |
Peasants become pheasants and soar past acceptance |
Current currencies worthless, fodder for feeding purses |
With iron clad words I solder together verses |
I’m trippin like I’m eatin' the fungi |
Leaving me cornered like the puss that crusts in ones eye |
Listen |
There’s no light, just never ending night |
And the weather’s like a hurricane when land is in its sight |
The sand within my hourglass could vanish any moment |
And I’m trying to read the signs within the symbols and the omens |
From the motions of the sea, to the color of the dark |
This ocean of my dreams was more than cover for the sharks |
Recovering these parts is like discovering my art |
I wonder as I wander through my heart |
Cus it starts a dream defferred |
A clipped wing on a white dove |
Seems absurd, a smudge on a white glove |
Not seen nor heard like screams from the night’s lungs |
Cling to words so much that you won’t budge |
Fiends in herds who yearn for the white crumbs |
Getting high like the city sky when it lights up |
Thats what the night does |
It hits your mind with the right stuff |
To keep you blind with a slight buzz |
The mind is like a puzzle that could never be completed |
We scuffle through it’s pieces, strugglin for peace it’s |
Hard for us to sleep and even harder to awake |
The image in my mirror’s gettin harder to relate |
I see me harbouring my hate and bartering with grace |
But I couldn’t be farther from my faith, or my face |
Through this waste of my mind, may I find direction |
I’m a waste of my time if I don’t find it’s lessons |
So all welcome to this generous helping of self reflection |
Night thoughts brought to life with incandescence |
As the world twirls on the tip of our index |
Staring into space one’s vision is endless |
But glaring at the ground you can see where the end is |
So just close pupils and be pupils and listen |
The headset’s your desk the test is what’s missin |
Disect these notes of quotes of keys written |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Heart | 2009 |
Lynguistics | 2001 |
Mic Like a Memory | 2001 |
K.K.K.Y. | 2010 |
Appreciation Remix (F. Cashmere the Pro) | 2010 |
The Gates | 2006 |
The Light | 2006 |
Dying Breed | 2014 |
Remember Me (Abstract/Reality) | 2006 |
Nothing To Give | 2006 |
Die for You ft. Mr. SOS | 2009 |
Since When | 2006 |
Georgia | 2010 |
Hellfire | 2006 |
The Distance ft. Tonedeff | 2009 |
Guide You Through Shadows ft. Substantial, RA Scion | 2014 |
Beautiful Girl | 2006 |
America Loves Gangsters | 2006 |
Enemies With Benefits F. Tonedeff | 2011 |
What'll You Do? | 2006 |