Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alcoholic Author, artist - Jehst. Album song The Return of the Drifter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.04.2011
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
Alcoholic Author |
| «I'll tell you what I want… I want something now |
| This is the life like I left, you know what I mean?» |
| Like Bukowski the alcoholic author |
| Son of the devil, I’ll turn wine into water |
| My physical form’s a metaphor for disorder |
| Absorb the trauma, my status is borderline |
| And I am short of time, sure to find my keeper |
| Alive within reach of the reaper |
| The light sleeper, drifts deeper into darkness |
| Read my palm and see the evil of my forefather’s |
| Born after the last generation of gypsies |
| Moved from the sticks to the cities |
| Give me 26 characters for home sick travellers |
| Bi-centennial men, hunter gatherers |
| Who run with the scavengers and brave the dangers |
| My tongue a labyrinth in this maze of pages |
| Playin' David, I stand defiant to the last dying giant |
| The android man, I walk silent and talk science |
| The child who sought guidance |
| The war cry echoes through these blood-stained empires |
| «A man of many premonitions» |
| Jehst! |
| «Vagabond, scruffy little man from the wasteland» |
| «Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods |
| Mixing Smirnoff with Dandelion & Burdock» |
| «A man of many premonitions» |
| Jehst! |
| «Vagabond, scruffy little man from the wasteland» |
| «Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods» |
| «Speaking in barbed wire tongues» |
| Fascinated by the fire like a child try’na touch the flame |
| I seek change like a busker, but things stay much the same |
| Cut the weather vein, I hear blood water |
| Tapping out the lord’s morse code on my window pane |
| I rain dance 'till the harvest comes |
| Brave hearts keep beating to the hardest drums |
| Bastard sons are lost God’s long forgotton |
| Monolithic heads on this island gone rotten |
| On top of the world or on the bottom of the food chain |
| We stay the same but our fears take a new name |
| We’re all players so place your bets |
| You made your bed — lay in it and pray for the best |
| Death’s door stays open to all without prejudice |
| I’m the fifth element at war with my nemesis |
| Brain storm genesis, this is the start |
| My whole world’s overcast so I live in the dark |
| I adapt now my vision is sharp |
| Go home to my house made of glass and throw stones for a laugh |
| The favourite that came in last |
| I clutch at straws and I’m cut by a blade of grass |
| I’ve done enough for you, you’ve done nothing for me |
| I’m puffing the tree, the bloodshed you’re rushing to see |
| «Look we gotta hold ourselves together… we got to |
| See man if we go to pieces somebody out there’s gonna get us» |
| «Latest sports news off the street, boppers |
| Our friend’s are on second base and trying to make it all the way home |
| But the inside word is that the odds are against them |
| Stay tuned, boppers, stay tuned» |