![A Gust Inside the God - Youngblood Brass Band](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847575557523925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 08.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Gust Inside the God |
You have a ball |
You set alight |
You throw it up |
You don’t look… |
Like what? |
A trophy next to me |
An analog, a metaphor, a synecdoche |
An argument for a snap vasectomy |
A median that means your hands have atrophied |
Immediate discourse |
I mediate six swords |
A media trick horse |
In medias res, dorks |
«Drop right here when you’re ready to bounce |
Fifteen years, Youngblood, get down» |
Stay out of sight from the stars and critics |
I’ve evaded the shit-hitting, fans are with it |
Guard the color well -- yep, flags, get it? |
I’m gonna set it off, you go home and shed it |
I heard you twice the first time you said it |
Keep rhymes embedded |
Each guy a veteran pro at murdering shows |
Burgers and bros |
Your sentences blow |
My sentences? |
Whoa |
A death: one on my bed for breakfast |
My best hope: make it hot and forget this |
Make good on a promise to rep this |
Make fire by sparking a set list |
Have a ball, set a light, throw it up, don’t look, do work |
Just keep walking |
Cause it’s all just a night in a club in a book |
Truth hurts |
Please stop talking |
You have a ball |
You set alight |
You throw it up |
You don’t look… |
At the city with the most love for brass bands: |
NOLA, the Crescent, where cats are playing |
Tambourine like a Mardi Gras Indian |
Need a beat? |
Uncle Lionel, that’s the man! |
Bring the heat on a motherfucking frying pan |
Like the world commanded you to hit this here |
Hoe blade, cowbell, bottle of beer |
All signs of work turned to fire tonight |
The kind of symphonies America doesn’t like |
Who cares, they got a word no one else can write |
And why does all our good work got to come out of strife? |
The baddest kid you’ll never hear is in New Orleans for life |
So here’s a simile, love: |
I’m like a mic with a cord running from Wisconsin to the 6th Ward |
Where there’s a drummer in a grave marked «Shavers» |
And I bet he’s still wearing a Hot 8 shirt |
The earth’s got a funny kind of paydirt |
Yo Dinerral, plug me in, I gotta say words |
Because I missed the funeral and the parade, sir |
And I’m sorry your memorial’s a lame verse, but |
Have a ball, set a light, throw it up, don’t look, do work |
Just keep walking |
Cause it’s all just a night in a club in a book |
Truth hurts |
Please stop talking |
You have a ball |
You set alight |
You throw it up |
You don’t look… |
You have a ball |
You set alight |
You throw it up |
You don’t look |
You have a ball |
You set alight |
You throw it up |
You don’t look |
You have a ball |
You set alight |
You throw it up |
You don’t look |
You have a ball |
You set alight |
You throw it up |
You don’t look… |
You don’t look… |
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