Lip Bomb

by Andrew Huang

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KONG Densely crafted and Varied Hip-Hop from Andrew Huang... I'm kind of a fanboy so i'm not gonna gush, but definately check it out. Favorite track: Suits ft. Dan Bull.
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Featuring tracks created over a period of ten years, LIP BOMB is my all-encompassing rap record, flavoring hip-hop with everything from dubstep to funk to electro and touching on topics like the music industry, lost love, suicide, depression...and bicycles.

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released March 31, 2013

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Track Name: Muscle
beats bang, sweet slang
get your soda filled
popcorn, you know the drill
'cause as you've probably heard
i drop it berserk
make you robots whistle at a body of work
it's not hard to outsmart you
when naturally i communicate more like an r2
i'm in the cold of outer space, screaming
daydreaming of the ways that i could make meaning


i've got a lot of room to hustle
and i've been working every muscle


i'm on my glen - never too nice to splice
rude studio dude brooding over every device
and i can see society's piety trying to pry the keys
away from us who have the size to breathe with notoriety
thinking greater ever since the incubator
gestate genius and use it to make dinner later
put the innovator in the incinerator
hardly know her - disintegrate her


i've got a lot of room to hustle
and i've been working every muscle
Track Name: King Trash
could you tell it? i'm non-stop, not only that
always go, can't hold me back
rock star set, roadie act, pioneer zodiac
i'm in a world of rulebooks and don't obey
don't follow suits and won't go away
they drive invisible lines and it's so deranged
ma bicyclette, crash the motorcade and i peace

but i'm showing you a world so bleak
so could you have a little mercy on me
so could you have a little mercy on me
no team for the havoc i wreak
no dream for the gold in the streak
so could you have a little mercy on me
so could you have a little mercy on me

i'm doing this on vacation
way good, made to win
en francais: tres bien
bring andre, the scene raving
about a straight uninhibited kid that could run infinite loops
so unlimited, give it a minute, oops
he's light years ahead of you, so spend a few
spend a lot, get it hot, better do
i met him in a restaurant
told him pink was the best song
guess i've got my own wagon
my toes dragging
y'all get on
i spoon fed you, spoiled you
king trash to the royal you
daily built it, weakly made it
bring cash, i appreciate it
i was never really sure i'd arrive here
charging, fighting like nine years
marching like i had wars to win
sergeant break down the doors again for the same crowd
slow growth
way loud, no shows
competition is so-so
but i stay down
king trash
Track Name: Spaceships
you can have your g6/ i'm fly like spaceships/
so i'm really coming from another plane/
it's plain/ other level/ next level/ insane/
heavyweight reign with no heavy metal on a chain/
but the sound's still heavier than lemmy when he's playing/
like an axe murderer attack to the vein/
no fact further from the truth than the fame/
who's that/ never heard of her/ i'm sick of all the games/
i don't have to need a magazine/
to batter three pages of flattery/
fatten up the data stream/
sounding so saccharine/
posing with a rental lamborghini/
rental girls in bikinis/
excuse me/ models/
america's next top
to get caught with a snow spot by the nostril/
would i spend this life underground/
if i were in it for anything other than the love of the sound/

hey/

look, i'm just trying to have fun/
rap on the track/ mix it down and it's done/
can't live without rhyming/ breathe without beats/
take the plunge without landing on my feet/
i'll burn tracks up like the second degree/
i'll drop verses/ like my second degree/
and i know you wanna be such an impressive emcee/
but if you get on this song you'll be second to me/
it's like boom/ ghostface kilobyte on the beat now/
vs on the mic putting heat down/
gotta make you move your feet now/
'cause we bring it with the supreme sound/

hey/

coming from out of this world/
building steam with a grain of salt/
something out of nothing/
turning powder into pearls/
power into change/
city kids going back to home on the range/
go plebian/ bohemian/
so we begin/ living life/ no bounds/ no medians/
share the sound/ when there's no cover there's no guest list/
i could keep dreaming/ we could all get restless/
start feeling breathless/
like a tight necklace and lungs full of asbestos/
you can't even handle my deafness/
pass the mic, i could bless this/
system to eleven/ get headless/
sisters in the realm all dancing up a tempest/
but the main event is the sound/ she's the temptress/
but the main event is the sound/ no exceptions/

hey/
Track Name: Baskets ft. The Legendary Shots
baskets, legendary shots drop instant classics
and we can blind pass it
huang on the w(rap)around, sinking (syncing) it with these joints
run and gun it, i'm going up for the three-point
i make it bounce, and never in poor taste
samples all legal, but it's still a court case
killing it, 00 up on the jersey
only kids not on my team are ones who haven't heard me
sick bass line (baseline), no stopping that
crossover hit right off the bat
wrong kind of b-ball, we don't have pitches
a wizard or a genie, i'll grant you three swishes
give it that swing, and i've got the hooks
kicks and breaks, i don't do it by the book
but i can still slam it, if you wanna play it by the rules
shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
i get baskets

balls
i dribble a little
it'll titillate anybody while i'm spitting these riddles
i got it all
i shoot it and bank it and in that order
small power in numbers, new meaning to pay it forward
new player, soaring with these bumping cuts,
i get air, j-jump jump it up
i'm the jordan of this scene, i do it to the full
and if you're saying 23 isn't the best, that's bull
he got baskets

fadeaway
Track Name: Sand Shifter
Cool as bottles. Cold as gelato. Script with more sway than a model’s hips. You can’t follow it. Full throttle flipped in your auto. I move like a hollow tip shot from the Apollo. Breathe and swallow to maintain. Grotto to the lab cook cane for apostles. Snares set to catch kids who dawdle. Break new ground. My kicks clobber the cobble. I tip my hat to the insight innovators. Finding new ways to crash the flight simulator. This is ground control to major Tom. We don’t know the name of the place you’ve gone. So ride low. Piece out how your goodbyes go. Ready to squeeze like ladies and size O. On top of the oil drums – now that’s heavy. Flow so wet I could break the levee. Still slim but my digital tape blasts amass so much cash I’m up a new weight class. You ready?
Track Name: Shark (Fistfight Mix) ft. Boyinaband
So Look, I'm a Shark in a fistfight
So much time in the Dark that I miss light
and I could open the window
But these Carbon life forms need filling in, though

If I want this life to be taxing
What I want is the last thing
Got to make this beat catch
But it's never ever gonna be good enough for dispatching

Back to back and I'm back to the backlog
laugh, detatch and fasten the padlock
Only know myself through my chat logs
Only know my place thanks to that clock

I own five of the finest time-zones
I don't believe what I need to rhyme, So
potentially viral the vicinity's ill at ease
RE: Producing I'm filled with virility

I wonder whether I'd've already changed the world
If I had hurled myself headfirst into an extrovert
I'm so open minded
My opinions fell out of me
do I even have my own personality
Track Name: Crass Brass
i bring this crass brass and just blast masses
scratch wax, i pack smashed glass
if you need a little needle in the stack ask
hashtagging it #fastcash
'til i'm blue label, fat cask
i turn tables, i rap vast
you want plat status, well yak yak
you trash bags are falling ass flat
i make mad dashes, slash gashes
bat masterfully, cap matches
hat backwards, head light years ahead
i make tracks like rash classics
flashbacks of brash splashes with rat packs
grass stashes turned mashed ash
last laughs inside of gas masks
but i passed class, i'm a class act
taskmaster and i snap flack
thrash chaps, i could run the game, halfback
moving dollars like nasdaq
underscored it with a laugh track
but i'm past that, trapped cats
they had golden grills and i spat plaque
and those wack acts, the newjack brats
they couldn't hack that, sat tapped
and that's that, i don't lack tack
i paint with words, basquiat
bask in the light of this flash rap
my place, we get bass jacked
matter of fact, that's a shake shack
way back, my habitat has been boom bap,
kick clap, stacks of wax on that slipmat
lashing sass the adat assassin
no slack, pal, it's like that
i make tracks wild, it's like that

i make clean schemes
sweet beats
it's the bee's knees
i sweep feet
believe me
playing nice scenes
to these rice queens
that's a meat & greet
lean machine
i breed mean routines
and stream like a speed demon
on a caffeine bean
heat the screen's sheen
i don't need sleep
why would i?
i'm living these dreams, chief

tango to fandango
this slang got sugar like a mango
bang shows with no bango
i slam those and it's rammed joe
twang honed like a banjo
produced with an ear like van gogh
i lay it all out, commando
but i still stay fly like lando
with this brass
Track Name: Dive
on since i was on all fours/ leaving pawprints/
i've been shaking this magic dust off/
the soft prince/ growing up with all of the options/
and no levee/ things never had to get heavy/
'til i found that bass guitar/ calloused up/
palace shucked/ started to play some bars/
now i could escape the tar/
my future looking clearer than a mason jar/
i knew it/ i could prove that it could take me far/

blessed/
i never had a reason why i couldn't be the best/
my ego strutting like it wouldn't be the rest/
i'm in the lab all day and i put it to the test/
i'm doing just okay/ i shouldn't be so stressed/
'cause it's check to the check/
if you respect it, then pay respect/
word up to the downward/ wrecked/
that's what i catch/
coming through to put a difference on the deck/
true tracks in effect/

blessed/
i never had a reason why i couldn't be the best/
my ego strutting like it wouldn't be the rest/
i'm in the lab all day and i put it to the test/
i'm doing just okay/ i shouldn't be so stressed/
i never had a reason why i couldn't be the best/
my ego strutting like it wouldn't be the rest/
i'm in the lab all day and i put it to the test/
i'm doing just okay/ i shouldn't be so blessed/
Track Name: Ma Bicyclette (Uphill Mix) ft. Side Pony Nation
ma bicyclette! ma bicyclette! ma bicyclette!

have you seen me yet?
and ma bicyclette?
get your tools out
you could come and tweak these sets
i got a vicious cycle
i'm riding it right though
the places that i go?
the kids go psycho
grips in my hands, road under my feet
one day we'll be taking over the streets
the ramps get brought out, the jumps erupt
you get air - pump p-p-pump pump it up!
i'm a fellow who could settle
for a special girl who pedals to the metal
while her feet are in stilettos
and uh, hello!
let's go for a ride, you and i
i don't mind if you're on a shiny ship or if it's ghetto
take either, i've ridden whips, ridden beaters
cruisers, all-terrains and two-seaters
used to do it top speed, nobody could touch me
now i'm on a chill tip, gliding on my dutchie

ma bicyclette! ma bicyclette! ma bicyclette!

summertime treks and the brawn is back
and i'm always shining when i'm on the track
call it bicycle wax, because i'm digging through crates
all worn out, i'm looking for new brakes
too tired like i got the knock
heads shocked 'cause i still never stop the rock
i'm getting geared up, slick ride pops your brain
might not look it, but it's off the chain
i got a handle on it, so if you're feeling like i feel
then i guess you're feeling wheels rolling, pedals at your heels
on the real, i'm a spokesman
every day i'm grinning while i'm spinning like i'm winning
and it's just the beginning, i'm really living
am i going a little too fast?
well i'm here in the city, i'm hitting critical mass
so many speeds, guess i'm still dealing with cassettes
got a racket on the rack, it's ma bicyclette

ma bicyclette! ma bicyclette! ma bicyclette!

hello, it's just me and my velo
rocking a side pony and stilettos
let's go, we ride these streets
working our glutes, being urban athletes
honky honky, beep beep beepy
get on a bike and out that jeepy
ding ding ding as i speed by
excuse me miss - i love your ride!

daisy, daisy, give me your answer, do
and double up your pleasure on a bicycle built for two
in tandem as we pedal it, legs spinning smooth in sweet duet
take you on a ride you can't forget on my bicyclette

dream cycle, gold frame, pedals to match
this beast is thinner than a model and the wheels don't detach
so saddle up, got a seat that's made of leather and velvet
purple flames painted on the side - i'll see you in helmets

ma bicyclette! ma bicyclette! ma bicyclette!
Track Name: Do It
well you've got the time
but you can't just do it
and you've got the gall
but you can't just do it
well you've got the chops
but you can't just do it
and now the chance is gone
but you wanted to do it

well you've got the cash
but you can't just do it
and you've got the brawn
but you can't just do it
well you've got the dream
but you can't just do it
and now the chance is gone
but you wanted to do it
Track Name: Rock Paper Scissors
what'd they say about sticks and stones?
i might have to come and pick some bones
'cause i'm dealing with delivery that's killing me
diction that makes me wanna make your script my own
mad revisions, gotta tear up pages
beats and bass? i've got sheets and blades
i'm banging stones for flames and that's all it takes
you know what? rock paper scissors and i make cold cuts
i'm hitting you like a surgeon in winter
a physician making incisions when you listen to this
and when i'm spitting i split your limbic system
kicking it to the rhythm of blades and paper
i could rip it for days
i gotta drop possibly unstoppable rockets
i'm racking profits from rapping off of the oddest of topics
and if you think that i'll stop this you've got another thing coming
i'm drumming rocks and i'm pumping pulp and i'm running with scissors
i'm on top

you were milled up young, never had a branch
your woods got stomped by the avalanche
and from the rubble i rose, i'm slate and granite
rock a fine flow, don't take for granted my prose
never wrote bad quotes on my notepad
folks gotta know that, yo, never hold back
won't shine if it isn't real gold
i don't bend and i don't fold
you've got racks but i've got rolls
you chase those stacks, i break the mold
count your benjis, i can't stand it
lots to lend, i got a blank canvas
twin leaves of steel we ignite
cut a rug beneath the bright lights
just hack it, dice it, that's my advice
now wrap it up, it's been a slice
boom
Track Name: Funk Rags
oh, you started up somewhere
you gotta remember

yo, i miss when cats used to rap sorta cheesy
didn't stress out, we could all take it easy
didn't shoot glocks, no beefs with tupac
just struttin' down the street with a crew and a boom box
and played it, breakin' in the afternoon sun
created fresh sounds out of records that they spullll
and a new movement was begun
no need to get faded, we just do it for the fun,
now the style's updated
been shaping it a ton while i tape it
and now i feel i might have really made it
but you know it's never done
an emcee's work is lifelong
speaking from the heart, making art through tight songs
peace to the peeps who get it twisted - python
look, i just do it for the love!
come on

oh, you started up somewhere
you gotta remember

aww, here's a little story about a little boy
never very quiet, he was always making noise
tapping on the piano, and playing with his voice
didn't have drums so he'd be banging on his toys
rhythmic and jittery like all of the time
just 3 years old and he started to rhyme
learned new words and added them to his verse
poor mom and dad never stopped him when he'd rehearse
long car rides sitting in the backseat
getting these rhymes worked out like an athlete
and at the start, well they didn't sound that sweet
but pre-school freestyles? that's a mad feat
and it continued, he kept on practicing
rhymed through his whole vocab and back again
everyone kinda thought this kid was strange
well it was obviously me and not too much has changed

oh, you started up somewhere
you gotta remember
Track Name: Suits ft. Dan Bull
step to the spot with my head just cocked
suits wanna play when i flex this hot
who's gonna pay for the mess that you want
i'm an art freak but a smart geek
and it's off when you offer a shred of exposure
but not any dollars that back all the boasting and talk
got a bit of heat so you all really want it now
but come around and run your mouth, i gun it down
most calls that i take go nowhere
time limit on your deal, i'm so scared
i don't do it for the fame, i don't do it for the fans
i don't know what made you think that i'll do it for the man
just wanna make earhole candy
and i'm doing it as fast as can be
and i'm doing just fine and dandy
wanna play? better up that ante

i know you think you know
what we'd do for that gold
your talk is cheap and old
so please just save it

"hey dan, we're loving your music
and we're looking to use it
can you come into london on tuesday?
for a chat and a couple of brews
is two convenient for you?
cool, i'll see you soon!"
tuesday comes, i arrive in london
rising price: £99, £100
girl at reception hurling the question:
"we can't seem to find your number"
i hate this power play,
i wait an hour late and now he says:
"hey david, wow, it's great to meet ya!
we wish to feature your band in our plans
in the distant future
cheers dave, that's it, now see ya!"
you what? this is the meeting?
you've already finished with speaking?
you better give it a rethink
i'm a minute from screaming
look, i wake up really early
and came all the way here from birmingham
paid my way, it was dear in sterling
i may as well have been burning them
this is a lesson i'm learning:
give and get zip in return with them
screw suits, producers, what are they selling?
all the cash and none of the talent

i know you think you know
what we'd do for that gold
your talk is cheap and old
so please just save it
Track Name: Wildfire
paid to rock stages off beaten paths/ made a lot/
keep it ash hot/ we can pass beta pop/
underground with the kids who like to datamosh/
shake a boss/ charge with the leaning of favela hop/
now seapunk and off glitch/
guess that's too many cooks in the kitsch/
more lines stamped than the books of the rich/
and i shine too bright, you keep looking for the switch/
got a technical itch, and metaphorical trigger/
bottomless abyss, this endless supply of vigor/
and it's on all the time, this is poetry in motion/
reaching you with fibre optic cable in the ocean/
travel like satellite/ grab a mic/ shatter nights/
out of sight/ chatter might damage all these acolytes/
accolades mean nothing from the wrong tongues/
i'm elevating up higher with every song sung

i'm a wildfire
still shining bright, i burn it down
i've got the light, can't put me out

hotter than a meteor that's hitting on the equator
it's d-day, we're moving like speedracers
i'm blowing up, man, i leave craters
getting more cheddar than a cheese grater
i'm in the place to be like it's green acres
you wanna battle me but i'm a peacemaker
spoonfeeding you hotness since i was a teenager
wrecking all your silverware - freebaser
i've got the kore style, duplicated
amplified, amputated
you can't erase it, like the computer made it
mind of it's own
exacerbated by the practice
artificial irrelevance runs crashless
blazing arrow, i hit the target like katniss
tracklist of wax on the axis
dreams are rich because there's money in the mattress

wildfire
still shining bright, i burn it down
i've got the light, can't put me out

dripping swagu
i'm over it
guess you'd say i'm past a sauce
ragu
so legit
that's true
tracking on my macintosh
keys like rachmaninov
heads like gadzooks
please could you back it off
that's the snafu i'm always hitting like a boxer
have to
always inking like a tattoo
pull these rap truths out and don a notepad
looking like a full sleeve, proper
i write 'til it's right, write 'til it's tight
write 'til it's light, make these tracks in a night
and it's likely i might make it too cerebral
i'm more than just a party jam to boost your ego
i launch like a rocket might, blowing out the sockets when i got it
i think you know the way i drop it like

wildfire
still shining bright, i burn it down
i've got the light, can't put me out
Track Name: Twist & Shout
twist and shout

you know you twist so fine
come and twist a little closer now

well, shake it up, baby, now
shake it up, baby
twist and shout, twist and shout
come on, come on, come on, come on, baby, now
come on and work it out

you know you twist so good
you know you got me going now

well, shake it up, baby, now
shake it up, baby
twist and shout, twist and shout
come on, come on, come on, come on, baby, now
come on and work it out
Track Name: Black Lurch
black lurch, hack set, shellacked church
still clipping the breeze back to lack wet knots where the dragnets perch
and these wax arms and tithes convert research to psalms and bribes
i stack words instead of paper
complex method of mirth, but no vapor
close shaver, cop the tangerine-flavored can of cream
safer with a sampler and a tambourine
no brainer, solo creator
a man of these ways still wants you to show favor
bless now, i'm planning to grow later
mess 'round midnight now with no savior
yeah, my nebula found in cold secular sound
to hold better a downed veteran
heaven to ground
i revel in alpha omega
look out, the whole regular council's so devilish now
i make them all pay a premium
pushing medium material to tedium
feeling greedy when there's cheques involved
but i coast, it's too easy to impress you all
i make the most, but i don't make the most of it
the sound's what i love, but the love's what i covet
i'm building apexes on the summit - flex
accelerating, but it doesn't cut it - vex
Track Name: Takeoff
i got the phone call
i gotta start screening these
i don't want your contracts
i don't speak legalese
i don't want your contact
i was thinking we could ease off
'cause i'm off that squeeze with your dead ends
business: bread friends trying to make me see the fees
we all have dreams
let the floor see some knees
greedy of me to launch the escape pod
nah, i've got things to do - takeoff

come on, i haven't even made it
you just see the numbers on my playlist
want a friend to play with
i won't even debate it
we used to say that we had something
but we were also all faded
i changed paths and it changed my life
wish it were quicker but i finally found the way, the light
meanwhile you've lost your chops, it's the strangest sight
i make the sickest cuts and it doesn't take a knife
i take off
Track Name: Brain ft. Paul Chin
hey, i like a girl with a big brain
a different kind of insane in the membrane
quick game, picks up what i put down
it does a lot of good, now - look out!
i know it's the absurdest
i want a nervous system that makes me nervous
like she's too smart, she knows all my purposes
where i've got air i think she's got circuits
it's crazy, she won't play me
unfazed by the flash and the hype, that's my kind of lady
call it cold, but i'll take a brainfreeze over a fake tease
any day, please, big brain me
we make fashion with these strange patterns
brain is the new black - but grey matters
'cause on the runway, i don't see them
i need a phenom with a nice cerebrum

lots of love living in her ventricles
pump to her her brain, that's why she's so sensible
the logical knowledge beneath her follicles is plentiful
that's why this verse was an eventual reality
no tv, uh, she reads for real fun
her mainstream media: encyclopaedia
and you know she only spell it with that 'ae'
i'm in syncope for my brainy lady
and maybe she feels the same way
i'm getting swept up under them brainwaves
if the internet's an information superhighway
then she could be the streets, alleys, and laneways
she's nerdy, wordy, straight up otherworldly
spits nothing but genius from behind them pearlies
expanded my whole universe like a big bang
i like a girl with a big brain

had enough of the chemicals that bang me up
and now i put the bass in her basal ganglia
tracks on her axon, i stack songs like spines
so turn the music back on
she got a quick wit, she got a fine cap
we're together, lying back with my eyes half closed
she makes me feel weightless
like if i'd grab z's in a spaceship
synapse
tell em i'm shelling for cerebellum
i'm magellan, hitting hemispheres
well into any relevant melon
and maybe it's not quite unanimous
my analysis: your mind's extravagant
bright and fabulous, it's no accident
i'm so ravenous, hypothalamus
your cortex is a vortex i'm maxing with
look - i like a girl with a big brain

she's got that brain that retains wisdom, fun facts, and knowledge
uses proper grammar, her taste is quite polished
acknowledge she could demolish your college library
consumes all things literary
what's your favourite book? she probably read it already
immersed in it wholly, cheeks all rosy,
snuggled all cozy, take it in slowly
yeah, she run a book club, and i might go
write love letters on paper that's recycled
cycle through my rough drafts like a psycho
cause she'll shut you right down over a typo
she could be the one, shows me facts are fun
son, that's one conundrum she's undone
stunned by her shelf game, weigh bout one ton
that's my hun; she could get it, semicolon pun

yeah, i be that dude with the starry eyes
for the girl teaching me about the starry skies
the astronomy major with the legs like lasers
who's into writes thesis papers til the morning light.

yeah, when we meet, i can be set free
she gets me, it's like esp
before we met, i always thought i was the brainy one
but this noodle's no match for that cranium

this ivy leaguer got an iv java drip
so she can stay up coding that javascript
she's got an algorithm to find a radical dude
and her hair might usb comaptible too

we box with rooks, and we're talking box
i think we've got chemistry, but she's the cook
just gotta convince her i'm a standup guy
'cause i like big brains and i cannot lie
Track Name: Over
for the outcasts, loners, losers, the drifters
art freaks and geeks, the graveyard shifters
moving in the dark of night, nothing good can spark a light
only drives you farther like until none of the stars are bright
how do you find a shadow in a shadow
how do you find the time to breathe in a battle
why do they say that that anything in this life is hallowed
when we spend our only free time changing channels
they didn't used to have a drug for this
now the pharmacy's having to fuss with lists
side effect flex to crush your wits
cruxes split, well nobody signs up for this
can't cut weight, your brain aches, your blood drains
can't change enough, blame reuptake
pain is your baseline now, it's unreal
and yet in so many ways, you can't feel

will i make it over again?

not enough sleep, that's bad
too much caffeine, that's bad
these dark thoughts swirling and you're picking at the scabs
and you lash out at the only love that you have

still just a rat in a cage
somehow made numb by your rage
the anxiety and panic, it won't stop
and no one understands, so you don't talk
wrote some tracks and they're mostly flat
spat with soul once, now it's the ghost of that
brood like a clutch, these explosions hatch
you find a drink, find a pill, and you throw them back
you find a way, find a will, but it's fleeting
you've lost count of the days and you're still not eating
too much time to realize there's no meaning
too much time to realize there's no meaning

will i make it over again?
Track Name: Rachel
never was the kid with the 8-track/ but a 1-track/ mind/ you can’t sate that/ and a cassette double deck for the playback/ wouldn’t ever let me down/

before i had the sickness/ i had the remedy spending these mornings just emulating melodies heard off the radio/ sung anthemically/ even angelically/ couldn’t try telling me to press stop working these so low fidelities/

unless it was time for the overdubs/ twenty years go by, haven’t sobered up/ sines my only drug/ why would i ever cut/ asked like suicide counselor/ i wasn’t the mark, but i was around her/ they gave her labels, bottles over the counter but underneath the table/ she still hid the ink of a scar/

we used to sing in the dark/ by the swings in the park/ i was into her heart/ but you know back then everything was a spark all i know is that we lived for music/

for me, as the reckless and wry/ made me measure up, made me a sensitive guy/ the greatest pleasure in my world/ gave me pressure to thrive/ but for her it was the only thing that kept her alive/

strung along on violin strings she didn’t have a life of violent things/ not in the physical/ but in the family emotions and rituals it got critical/ impossible/ couldn’t believe what was hitting my optical/ trips to the hospital/ tired eyes/ both of us/ two bouts of new scars/ cigarettes in her blue mouth/

and then the story stops/ tuned out/ they packed up real fast and just moved south.and the only thing i have left is a memory/ so steadily sealed in a melody/ she had a tendency to get lost

come back, girl
Track Name: February
it's been a hard week, feeling a similar heartbeat
visiting them in the marquis, illness a villain in all streets
endless dependent on our sweet sentiment, spent
at the start we could argue in small leaks
to part you from imminent intimate insolent impotence
into the dark, i live for the card play
deal with anything real, and cut to the chase
to feel the healer's grace waste away for later days
we change the face to face the change
and pay the price to sway the life these dates arranged
you're brave but nice, so play the game
i might have made a mite mistake to my dismay
but i've been gray for long enough
and grateful to the up above, no difference does it make
believe it 'cause it's fake, the feeling of being the fleeing chameleon
dreaming even of stealing what's realer than demons
to seal the agreement that's keeping me in reality
seeing these paths move past 'til i've passed my chances
hoped you'd be asking me then to spend forever
pretending nothing could sever us and our bretheren, together again
better than friends, never could end, etcetera
sense is telling me hence that every enemy's headed against
the several levels unsettled to stretch and defend
metal will bend, but my disheveled special's to meddle with ends
to make them meet, to cater to you and me
this late opportunity's laid to scrape for unity
to pay for doing these disgraceful paper proofs
when greed outweighs the greater truth
that i was made to wait for you

different's infinite, living in open emotions and poems
showing up old, losing the heartache, consoled
withering mandate, let's roll out of the landscape
uphold, following plans made
each and each and every day becoming clearer in the mirror
river running washing the caution off him
offering hot drinks and lozenges
armies still marching forward from offices
torn to the ground, number the pound
under the brown soil another one of the towns
come to me now, come to me now
countries avowed, nothing allowed
jumping around, something's unsound
running for crown, gunning me down
i'm in a manic amendment condemning me
medical minutes unmade in amenity
maybe the man'll be mad at me
after he's happened to catch it's the passion that's sending me
better be every enemy's dream friend
never can justify means, ends are means in themselves
words on the sheets, and sheets in the shelves
she couldn't tell, wouldn't or shouldn't just see for herself and whatever else
i'm under the spell, she casts and catches
actions packed to drag me back
to feeling the feeling that's bringing me into affinity
lacking sleep and starving, flat's a piece of garbage
tracks are weak, dishonest, back a week, i've lost it
bragging feats of posits, can't compete with all this
haven't been to cross the scenes i've often dreamed
you call this a part of me, it's not
just the start of falling off the wrong side of the sky
who held me me up for stars and way too long
but after all, all i wanna do is play you songs and just sleep tight