1. |
Introduction
01:01
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Welcome to the 12 beats of Xmas
last year I got a year full of Tetris
building blocks, blocking out Smokey Rob and mirrors
concave enslaved to a misdemeanor
now I'm in doubt no I can't see clearer
must have been the Kool-Aid I swapped for the window cleaner
trust issues, no tissues and fish hooks
broken van broken promises and misuse
abuse coming from all corners
feeling no support like a foreigner stuck at hope's border
gone south to the north pole
projects broken and the compass in the spin zone
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2. |
Lot of Lotus
01:39
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To open like a flower takes about an hour from penis to the penal gland
I think they should rename your pussy the cannibal eat men up, spit them out then take a cold shower
It was a long time ago
It's not your fault it's also not mine I forgive you but know that there's a line
I was inspired but the blockages yeah you can even be inspired by the blockages. I can stick a fork in the stock exchange or sit at a hostel desk in the dark and try to remember my own name.
And ask...
"Have I blocked out my own life?"
"Do I search for trauma?"
That's when I asked Morrigan, goddess of the forest. I stared out the window and she stared back. She said:
"There was time when her world was shaped like a pear, her body was bare so willing to share."
Will six months sober for me or six months single for her just give it some motherfucking air?
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3. |
Working
01:29
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Well
what do you see in the camera's eye
what do you feel when the crow flies
a million miles from the home in the winter time
or when you ditch the alligator with the salt and pepper shaker
you become the movie maker of your own mind
and with a bit of abundance you can be at a sun dance
and there's a good chance that you can move through
that's why I made myself a mirror for the honey bee keepers
not the bees please Nic Cage we're working
we're straining twisting and twerking
we're shamelessly strong and we're dream murking
my man Smokey Mirror told me straight up the spirit's strong when it's working
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4. |
Bass Abduction
01:47
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I think I went to outer space to find some fucking bass
I was abducted and I felt a little obstructed
the aliens asked what is this type of music
I said motherfuckers this is drum and bass music
they said you're a human so tell us wassup
I showed them the two girls and one cup
they said man this human's too wack
we're going to have to send this motherfucker back
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5. |
Binge Crosby
02:01
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Where do ideas come from when the mind's numb?
They don't they don't they freeze up, shiver and spoke
un-eaten breakfast on a plate, a headache, lukewarm laughter into stared space, her phone number, but no sting, thank god every day I never caught a thing, but I was probably close to an std or death, was she really on the pill? did I really wake up on the train tracks? so when I see the ol draino staring right back at me I tell it go fuck itself infinity
they say it works until it didn't, a nuclear power plant mixed with a bit of Rumpelstiltskin, that nice fat ass I'll never remember, sober October kicked it to hyper drive by mid December, and now I kill it on a Sunday I've got so much thanks, yo Jesus take the day off you don't need the blood bank, instead I'll hit church or hit work or even load up Christian Mingle for the big flirt
I come back to who's sitting across from me? sifting teary-eyed through the medical dictionary I diagnose thee with a cocaine comedown, come here have a hug and you'll soon come around
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I heard never run away from your problems solve them, but the fuck would you do? 5 years old, a door slam, a fuck you, I bet you'd probably run too, cause if that's love then it's misuse
so I ran through the cold and the frosty debris, I'm still emotionally wiping my nose on my shirt sleeve, I guess it takes a whole lot of loving to abuse both your kids and leave them both with nothing
and there-in lies the generational curse it ain't no voodoo magic, just the piss test to tell if things can get worse, crack cocaine from the Starbust
The answers that I seek are so trivial
I diagnose my mental house as stomach cancer, and back to the answers that I think are so trivial, please pour some milk inside my cereal, it water better, is beer better, it's the champagne of breakfast
are the eggs benny ready Penny, come blow me pass the skillet off to Jenny, Henny, if you need me just holler, cause it's Canada y'all make 70 cents to my dollar, that's fucked up and straight trash when misogyny is baked into the blood bath I guess minus percentage use their brain synapse and I guess history is always just a relapse
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7. |
Grime
01:36
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I'm the lyrical decathlete
I jump and run and spit and squirm
Did I tell you that shoot skeet?
Put that shit on repeat
I guess I'm just having a good old time
I love DNB and RNB
but now it's time to spit on grime
Sounds more sweetly than a wind chime
Yes I'm precious like metal
More infectious than the ring you have in your ears
More soothing than a flower petal
I'm more of a laugh than a heckel
More Hyde than a Jeckell
If I ever start drinking again you'll know and I might
I'm just another rebel
the cause is an anachronism and a brain schism
Did you know I'm a pebble?
the first one cast in the Nile
I came out with style
There is no denial
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8. |
Sunrise Over New Orleans
01:22
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9. |
Horse Traffic
01:12
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Horse traffic down the street in front of me in every detail
Mouths flapping teeth are tapping to the beat and rattling chain mail
Orion sweet desire hey is that Renee, oh no
Your sister walked past me
We met by the dead tree
For all to not see
And fall so gracefully
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10. |
The Truth
01:11
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The Truth
Woke up under the covers
Knight Sweats
Thank god it's Friday on a Sunday
It writes
It deceives
It prints
Philly, July 5th, 1876 is a day that should forever live in infamy
Lily lost her sunscreen (and her head) in Barcelona
2013
Coral Gables
All day every day
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11. |
Duh!?
02:03
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hate the government
we live and accept corruption like minority
leaders growing up in a ghetto
electing anyone new is conformity
ignorance
they're all jerking each other off like a high school dance
wanting acceptance
yet, uninvited
it's taken this long for criminals to figure it the fuck out
populate a district
majority always wins
Duh!
are you stupid?
Duh!
don't understand language?
Duh!
just give up?
Duh!
are you a stupid fucker?
Duh!
can't get it up?
congress and senate are under the influence
of laid back fucks
attack that
can't remember
their own reasons
death
to old systems
don't let anyone, don't let anyone, don't let anyone, don't trust your...
duh
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12. |
So Gud
05:08
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Del Boy Druid Vancouver, British Columbia
Treeplanter, trouble maker, vagabond, musician and writer straight from the deepest darkest coldest centre of Canada.
djlradio@proton.me
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