Just released today:
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbHNSEKsYyM
Lyrics:
Used to draw,
hard to admit that I used to draw.
Portraiture in a human form,
doodle of a two headed unicorn (it was soothing)
Movin' his arm in a fusion of man made tools
and a muse from beyond,
even if it went beautifully wrong
it was tangible truth for a youth to refuse to belong
No name nuisance
?Fools? in a bedroom
Booze and a brand new cuneiform
Barely commune with the whore
got a whole grey scale ungluing his world
might zone out to the yap of the magpie
unseen hand dragging his graphite
cross contour little bit of back light
black ink after a Bristol to baptize
you can imagine a rush then too
when you get three dimensions stuffed into two
then its off to a school where its all he can do
being trained and observed by a capable few
back in new york five peeps and a dog
in a two bedroom doing menial jobs
plus rhyming and stealing and being a clod
distractions free to maraud
I left some years a deer in the light
I left some will to spirit away
I let my fears materialize
I let my skills deteriorate
Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing
a mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity of rickety condition with an ID crisis
nap on the front lawn look up in the sky its..
Shapes falling out of the fringe
all heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
they will chop you down just to count your rings
just to count your rings, just to count your rings
and there were
colors pouring out of the fringe
all heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
they will chop you down just to count your rings
just to count your rings, just to count your rings
Used to paint,
hard to admit that I used to paint
natural light on a human face
stenciled fire on his roommates bass
it was ?blooming? addiction
?A miss and a push and a pigment?
Book like a tattooed pigskin (look)
pin head kids Intermittent
drank kool-aid from a tube of acrylic
and i grew up in a linseed oil over linen
joy to the poison voice in the resin
capture a map of the gesture
back up add a little accurate fat to the figure
re do that move that inwards
zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers
studios drone with allusions of tinctures
stay tuned for the spooky adventures
you can imagine the stars that align
when a forearm stars foreshortening right
or a torso hung on a warping spine
of proportion reads as well and alive
routine day with a dirt cheap brush
then a week goes by and it goes untouched
then two then three then a month
then the rest of your life you beat yourself up
I left some ?seasons? eager to fall
I left some work to bury alive
I let my means of being dissolve
I let my person curl up and die
Eating up his innards an unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy aligning with the trials of the anti Midas
nap on the back lawn look up at the sky its...
Shapes falling out of the fringe
all heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
they will chop you down just to count your rings
just to count your rings, just to count your rings
and there were
colors pouring out of the fringe
all heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
they will chop you down just to count your rings
just to count your rings, just to count your rings
Im getting sick and tired of never understand... Where is the truth you promised?!
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbHNSEKsYyM
Lyrics:
Used to draw,
hard to admit that I used to draw.
Portraiture in a human form,
doodle of a two headed unicorn (it was soothing)
Movin' his arm in a fusion of man made tools
and a muse from beyond,
even if it went beautifully wrong
it was tangible truth for a youth to refuse to belong
No name nuisance
?Fools? in a bedroom
Booze and a brand new cuneiform
Barely commune with the whore
got a whole grey scale ungluing his world
might zone out to the yap of the magpie
unseen hand dragging his graphite
cross contour little bit of back light
black ink after a Bristol to baptize
you can imagine a rush then too
when you get three dimensions stuffed into two
then its off to a school where its all he can do
being trained and observed by a capable few
back in new york five peeps and a dog
in a two bedroom doing menial jobs
plus rhyming and stealing and being a clod
distractions free to maraud
I left some years a deer in the light
I left some will to spirit away
I let my fears materialize
I let my skills deteriorate
Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing
a mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity of rickety condition with an ID crisis
nap on the front lawn look up in the sky its..
Shapes falling out of the fringe
all heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
they will chop you down just to count your rings
just to count your rings, just to count your rings
and there were
colors pouring out of the fringe
all heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
they will chop you down just to count your rings
just to count your rings, just to count your rings
Used to paint,
hard to admit that I used to paint
natural light on a human face
stenciled fire on his roommates bass
it was ?blooming? addiction
?A miss and a push and a pigment?
Book like a tattooed pigskin (look)
pin head kids Intermittent
drank kool-aid from a tube of acrylic
and i grew up in a linseed oil over linen
joy to the poison voice in the resin
capture a map of the gesture
back up add a little accurate fat to the figure
re do that move that inwards
zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers
studios drone with allusions of tinctures
stay tuned for the spooky adventures
you can imagine the stars that align
when a forearm stars foreshortening right
or a torso hung on a warping spine
of proportion reads as well and alive
routine day with a dirt cheap brush
then a week goes by and it goes untouched
then two then three then a month
then the rest of your life you beat yourself up
I left some ?seasons? eager to fall
I left some work to bury alive
I let my means of being dissolve
I let my person curl up and die
Eating up his innards an unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing his privacy aligning with the trials of the anti Midas
nap on the back lawn look up at the sky its...
Shapes falling out of the fringe
all heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
they will chop you down just to count your rings
just to count your rings, just to count your rings
and there were
colors pouring out of the fringe
all heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
they will chop you down just to count your rings
just to count your rings, just to count your rings
Im getting sick and tired of never understand... Where is the truth you promised?!
