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Trashy (J Dilla)
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A paint inflamed rushed to my face, I’m flying high
The blinding pain of self -restraint is pacified
These crimson tints on these steady hands are miles away
The peaceful haze begins to break when I turn to say
Speed up
Miles away
A hate not named, crushed in disgrace, I’m driving by
I once heard doom through that trashy noise, I was satisfied
These vintage tints before his champion sound burned away
The air will loop us on through donut spins, hear our swan song say
Speed up
Miles away
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How do you sleep alone?
How do you sleep?
Whitened my skin as you pressed in to me
Barnabas by my bed with clouds in eyes and the devil on his breath
Who was I to deny to go. But I know
We design the rights and wrongs
A week to rack and ruin
Every split minute decision divine
You’ll be burning while we’re walking the line
Lovers tonight, in this line of sight you’re the only out that I know. I know.
Your eyes suffice, lay with the vice and go. Go. Go.
Survival; belong belong
Survival; steal beg and burn
Survival; cut off and run
How do you sleep?
With the devil watching over me
This ain’t wrong. But this ain’t right
How do you keep?
To yourself in the mind of the free
This ain’t wrong. It stops tonight
We define the rights and wrongs
So cover up the moon
It’s been scripted since the dawn of our time
You’ll be burning while we’re turning divine
Lovers tonight
No end in sight
Lovers tonight
Survival fights
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I revel in this rot
You’ll find me dissolving with the shots
Piously fade, piously fade.
The corrupt young figure
Naïve to the plot
Fingers numbed to the trigger
Heart is dulled by the dropped
Take a look at this face. Take a look at this face.
The downright unrelenting
Can’t find release when enclosed
This blood thirst breeds the disloyal.
As your guilt grows you diminish
Such a vulgar a veneer when it’s cracked
Such a vulgar veneer when it’s lacked
Be wrong or be gone
You will never find another answer
You will never find another relief
Or find solace in the words we repeat
Delight, Delight, Delight.
I got the feeling once the snow was gone
The drab feeling telling Jesus that I don’t belong
In this life, In this life
I’ve screaming at the beaming sun
A thousand other reasons why my blood makes bonds with
The light, Delight
The devil’s in the plot
Look inside me
You’ll find him searching through my bones for a higher me
But I stay empty, burning frost
Satan found the light I swore that I had lost
And it’s a shame, a tragic falling short
The doors stay opened but only cause I forced
So grip my fading hands and run into the dark
Diving deeper, death’s creeper will come and claim our hearts
So touch my open wounds tell me I’ve risen from the dead
And I’ll walk along this earth until hell finds me instead
And I’ll bring the fire baby, while you bring the rain
And I’ll meet your frozen eyes and ask how can I ease the pain?
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