Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haunted House Party, artist - DJ Signify. Album song Sleep No More, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2004
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
Haunted House Party |
The first thing he says to me |
«If you could know it all would you want to?» |
and I’m wondering if it’s a question he poses everybody with |
I was warned about the gift that he’s got and the kind of things he sees |
Me?. |
.. well I got a few tricks up my sleeve |
I was waitin' for him to show his hand |
til I discovered the difference between an old mind and the mind of an old man |
so I stand corrected, sitting in my chair erect and attentive |
wishing that he never asked that question |
'cause it echoes in my empty feelings |
fearing what’s underneath each following sentence |
revealing a puzzle piece to the jig saw |
of a skin crawling coffee session |
It’s something that his kid saw in me |
that brought me to his attention |
and he knows this |
who’s he think he’s speakin' to |
it’s not often that he emerges from his coffin of a reading room |
on a special occasion he tests his relationship |
with one who’s never read much but he’s interested in spaceships |
his head’s stuffed with ancient scripts so he laughs |
holds up his golden cup to toast the past |
here’s to a lack of spontaneity the future has |
I can tell you when you’re gonna die |
all you gotta do is ask |
(what's up power trip? big tough guy now? throwing things like that over a cup |
of joe w/ someone you don’t even know, really, you don’t know who i am) |
he sat there, his eyes still weren’t focusing |
he said' «i can see you seeing some things» |
and i said «yeah, well thanks for noticing. |
What gave it away — my poker limbs? |
Cross examined while my hands were busy closing things up into deserts |
that he’s only read about in winter weather |
and i’m able to fill the gaps that act as traps in the lyrics of letters |
when mirrors open i bet he thinks i’ll enter |
but i detect ulterior motives in his hidden agenda |
we live forever in these chairs comparing mental notes |
bodies doubling as temporary captains of a rented boat |
My paper mate sent me to her folks in an envelope |
disguised as insurance fraud, some things were never meant to float |
i’ve never been in a shipwreck but i know they exist |
and the experience must be something close to this |
hopeless feeling that gets reeled in from oceans for emotions |
sick |
got me shaking his hand with an open fist |
what’s he notice of my grasp besides the calluses |
a soul that’s trapped by my mind’s paralyses |
knowing i’ll ask his to sign the marriage slip |
he says «not so fast» |
and he goes to find his glasses (bastard) |
puts on the lenses that were scratched |
like someone got the best of him in a cat fight |
must have been when he developed that bad sight |
they don’t help, he needs a helmut with a flash light |
if he thinks he can enter the darkness at half price |
to find his daughter’s black wedding dress from her past life |
traditions died at our haunted house party last night |