1. |
Orikata
00:56
|
|||
2. |
Live Stock
02:53
|
|||
Live Stock...
Sheep shouldn't mingle with wolves/ villagers with lions, children with giants/ we keep time designed Mayan/ keep grinding even though we know the dime's spent/ the last line of defense/ famous last words that remind us of death/ faith and fate collide on the edge/ trying to decide the stride of the next step/ we Sasquatch afterthought in a hindsight climate to cash in god/ we should share intergalactic thought/ instead we can't get past our block/ a small world, it is what we make it/ if we never fire the clay we change it/ admire the frame the picture's wasted/ pick your poison, pick one the pain fits/ strain will to pain kill fold it up the same way the crane's built/ contained self caged in brain cells/ we can't train to stimulate in trace elements/
sheep shouldn't mingle with wolves/ butcher block/ live stock
sheep shouldn't mingle with wolves/ animal kingdom put the teeth on their throats/ natural environment we can't control/ Iron islands isolated cannibal souls/ stay starved for efficiency alpha's fake scars just to live the dream/ desire for a blindside to overcome/ reality's a nightmare their lucky to live asleep/ can't trust what it is we see/ trade scruples just to live like kings/ desires are the blindsides to overcome/ societies eyes on the prize/ it's over done/
sheep shouldn't mingle with wolves/ butcher block/ live stock
|
||||
3. |
Rapture Genetics
03:23
|
|||
Rapture Genetics...
Up, Up, Up/ I feel like I'm on to something/ first I've got to untie this knot in my stomach/ no chance can't deny the monster the summit/
wait until the wounds cauterize/ no way to play doom on the cautious side/ give or take make room for your faults and lies/ vulgar design a la carte your lives/ street smart and yet Charles Schwab refined/ still have to borrow balls to cross the line/ tomorrow's gnarled jaws nibble concubines/ tastes like holocaust mixed marsala chai/ between the limestone and a small divide/ tight rope existence cross the barbs of wire/ then walk the wild with an apostle stride/ palms on the neck until the pulse has died/ there's no credit limit on the cost of lives/ play your cards all in and disregard the blinds/ either starve or dine/ they syncopated swinging blades to carve the swine/ the culture sculpts the crime/ sniff the dust while the marble grinds/ makeshift Icarus wings made with clothe and twine/ it ain't pretty but it's Leonardo fly/
Up, Up, Up/ I feel like I'm on to something/ first I've got to untie this knot in my stomach/ no chance can't deny the monster the summit/
innovate the pheonix and evolve the flock/ this side of the tracks it's keep off the sod/ wish they'd factory recall your pops/ practice the dream only greed calls the shots/ this caste system bleeds all the rocks/ your callased grip can't conceive it's possible/ processed control stockholm lock and load/ chase gasoline rainbows for pots of gold/ and watch the phosphorous glow/ Sodom and Gomorra to your modern fit Rome/ stay rocking this boat/ and bottoms of more than your logic can hold/ drinking the dew mixed with dooms frost/ my California roll consumed raw/ the first bird from reptile feathered and scaled/ gold balanced while you evolve/
Up, Up, Up/ I feel like I'm on to something/ first I've got to untie this knot in my stomach/ no chance can't deny the monster the summit/
|
||||
4. |
Cessation
02:34
|
|||
Cessation...
Stand still/ every thing's cancelled/ man's never touched an animal it can't kill/
there's no more hustling/ past my era/ cold war Russian/ Aghan, Arabs enforce what they dub free/ rig a trash can dust a humvee/ in a culture we learn that freedom's urgent/ we wonder why they turn to insurgents/ certain situations call for violence/ the homeland, defy foreign forces who occupy it/ call it invasion/ call off the dogs/ can't afford the cost to maintain it/ fog of war the insane mist/ not even sure which way we're aiming/ the soldiers I can't blame them/ but I'd never pull a trigger for a college payment/ our situations aren't the same/ you ever stared down the barrel of an AK friend?/ I didn't think so/ every story's got a wrinkle/ and this one's folded over all our eyes/ so much we don't know and we can't describe/ crazy how much it demands our time/ dance with the design/ the damage is done/ distracted savage/ anarchist ash the masses cancer's cut from the canvas/ can't touch what you can't handle/ come to grips with a cup and then tell them it's half full/ just enough to wash your sandcastle/ what we live for is the dust across our sandals/
Stand still/ every thing's cancelled/ man's never touched an animal it can't kill/
|
||||
5. |
Thirteen
01:07
|
|||
6. |
Echo Chamber
02:21
|
|||
Echo Chamber
Cannibal fatigued mandible chewing meat mangled domes casual off the clavicle/ miniature scale castle walls collapse with salt in the catapults/ in the kingdom that cash rules it's field work for the cats with pull/ the frog prince dissected when the scalpels dull/ heart removed with a spoon and some salad tongs/ manic guards corral the yard rubbing the wrong way displays the callused charm with some sharpened plastic shards/
and there ain't no bouncing back
Knife in a gun fight eq'd by vicinity and the fastest draw/ broken man who isn't running until the cast is off/ maverick dog who fashioned his jaws with the tusks of a mastodon/ fastened to front line slipping through the cracks in the law/ nothing to bask in until the casket is welded/ and that's of you're lucky/ bury the bloody bag of scraps wherever the hell it is/ then sing a sweet toast to the meat loaf and send a message to the next of kin/
and there ain't no bouncing back
Zero tolerance turned off on the hero toggle switch/ steam boat polished swimming a creek of excrement/ still waiting to exhale?/ overpopulous and disease is the only thing accomplished by sex sales/ are you waiting for that ship to set sale?/ or swimming with the Jesus fishes fresh off of alcatraz?/ choking eyes nose and mouth of gas/ hopeless we burn out croaking without a gasp/ and there ain't no bouncing back chameleon lounge citizens counting the axe grinders the only thing certain is the pasts behind us
|
||||
7. |
Folded Cranes
02:03
|
|||
Folded Cranes...
I don't want to have to fight through this again/ SS minnow with a life boat missing and packed with nitro glycerin/ start it and finish it/ dust collector owl with pigeon breath/ hunter with wisdoms edge/ Midwest son of a simple man/ carpenter heartburn/ or is it the lungs mix with the singed oaks ash/ this is the two shits I give hopes chance/ whose tutelage is conducive to a limp home/ I'm not used to excuses/ I'll say that I'm sorry and tomorrow keep moving/ truth is I don't know what the fuck I'm doing/ its astronaut or Asimov/ ask who bought the NASA branded shuttle to crash the dugout/ trading gas for blood or passion for law/ To sit back relax and watch the dragon run his mouth/ the king can thumb his crown to tilt the scales/ until the dumb it downward spiral fails/ sheep shouldn't cry to wolves themselves/ but when the siren sounds only the most violent and opportunist come running/ and they're not using excuses/ they save sorry for tomorrow and keep looting/ truth is, hope isn't what your used to/
this is my response to my duties/ my constant struggle with ruin/ still trying to round it out/ this is how I acknowledge the doom and the constant subtle reminder what's brewing/ and stay nonchalant/ I'm not manic depressed just a man trying to manage his stress/ where the golden gate shades shangri-la/ these folded cranes can wave but they can't take off/
|
||||
8. |
Sunrise
00:59
|
|||
9. |
Sunset
02:00
|
|||
Sunset...
They forsake truth/ fact chasing to break news/ goofy foot fat laces in skate shoes/ passion and faith used to debate proof/ should be practicing Houdini escape moves/ stay juiced ugly duckling to grey goose/ picking crumbs from the plates grooves to make due/ we've adjust to facing our fates fooled by the dumb fix the popular caters to/ populous stay in tune/ seven second delay the truth/ cultivating the lamen's brood/ no experience with basic tools/ wasted time refined by my days in school/ vagrant rule/ dazed and confused/ yearning to be amazed and refueled/ beyond a phase of my youth/ stationed cavemen grouped with flame to cave in to/ all the way on all the rage and doom fitted/ who's playing you?/ and who'd pay him to?/ what's the point of pacing for pains refute/ when you've got miles to go and time's chasing you/ sometimes you've got to change your route and break the mood/ raised in contagious wastelands with no sacred jewels/ just frost bit shoulder chips on glacial moves/ dislocated age old mews/ ripple fading in the lake's gold hue/ it's sunset...
|
||||
10. |
Don't Hold Your Breath
02:56
|
|||
Don't Hold Your Breath...
Grey's remembrance, done pretending this world might change when I know that it never is/
I'm ready to leave tired of defending it/ plenty of chinks in my armor my circles grinded every edge/ commandeering a chevy sled/ pushing every red line they laid out before me/ taking on forever head first no regrets I'll bend curves/ back to point A and point B direct journeys/ never turn around again/ conquer every obstacle that may sprout before me/ I'll break ground zero somewhere else/ created a crater to cradle my sound here some shared the wealth/ some are kicking dirt at the foundation/ don't understand a sound structure's built from the basement/ I don't eat meat still go a fowl taste in my mouth from cats who reside here and think they'll be found famous/ resting and restless, waste time tallying facebook friends without taking a risk/ it's the experience, trials and tribulations/ you live in denial of how it is you fit in the painting/ so call me when you figure it out I'm not trying to dead weight lift or end up dead waiting/ dead serious, hanging from these rafters/ belt on my neck, done pretending inferior/ head in the clouds not ready for vertigo when I clear the air/ watch for fall off rappers when I'm clear of here/ you'll awake in the wake of my departure/ huffing chem trails thinking that the waters calm tomorrow/ boat clears the horizon, you see the shark's fins/ you'll probably rethink the way you treated those you call friends/ in the end we'll all be blended back to carbon/ think about this niche in the world that you're carving/
Grey's remembrance, done pretending this world might change when I know that it never is/
|
||||
11. |
Eyes Full
02:28
|
|||
Eyes Full...
It's not about being hard or emo/ it's sharing our scars related to these personal dangers that we know/ survival guides so those with younger eyes can rival odds and succeed hope/ even though it seems so pointless sometimes I can't breath or see past the smoke and mirrors/ passion holds us near it lack of satisfaction controls the spirit/ sadness on our backs and the toll on our dreams is clear as day/ eyes in the solstice, satellite ties to a culture/ not trying to be right or offer an answer just trying to be right now without worrying about my chances/ we're definitely not in Kansas/ this is death measure by the potency of the last kiss and how we handle the hospice/ we're not even close to the worse we can imagine/ but the madness is in the fact that once it's imagined, it all seems to happen/ the classic backward actions of the masses contrasting compassion with one last attempt to cash in without contemplating it's lasting impression/ equal and opposite/ the see saw of progress risks/ I've seen it all from the caskets to fatherless kids and how their optics drip/ and you can say the pressure got to him/ everyone of the sockets stripped/ trying to balance the facade with the obvious/ knowledge is not a gift/ and half the battles just seeing these battlefields with these/ eyes full of tears/
I am the infant/ born only knowing the innocence/ I am the carcas the buzzards circle/ I am the instance/ I am the mistakes/ the ones I'm forced to live with/
|
||||
12. |
Running Free
02:29
|
|||
Running Free...
It's foot before foot before footing my footsteps/ walk this earth absorb what I haven't took yet/ welcome to savage avalon/ let the ballads balance pawns with the wildlife/ razor fangs for your comedy/ acknowledge dreams in your Shiva kicks/ deceiving kids who see the sticks for the forest/ can't believe this shit/ deity sangria mix with santoria trance breathing a sativa fix until you can't perceive the trends/ Who's clocking out?/ these doppler optics stay focused on the counters down/ not the clown cadillacs/ cattle brand deterrents are worthless if they strike first/ rubber necking turning warheads tongue in cheek in a blind eye sweating nervous/ pass the buck to the summers heat in a refined smile/ some are vegged and some are meat/ it all depends on the calibration of your cadence/ are your lumber creeks dumb in peace or running free/
Life's a beach, but I'm sitting cesspool side/ testing a fools lies through an electric cute smile/ on my 60 second chess move grind/ pawn at the mercy of the kingdom drawn to tip the king and call it a day/ but there's still some brontosaurus in the tank/ no/ there's still some storage in the back/ no/ there's still some stories you can act/ no/ you can't encourage the crash test dummy to rock a seat belt when he feels he's deserving the crash/ betting stakes when the levee breaks the surface surpasses nostrils/ eyes closed ready to accept his fate/ nothing but buttered bread and lead on his breakfast plate/ still tired from butting heads on his date with destiny/ a five star hells kitchen disaster recipe/ with a dash of respect and the rest is beef/ these nightmares can make a mess of dreams/ so we shed the sheets/ and find it best to never sleep/ keep running.
|
||||
13. |
Senzaburu
02:01
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Paper Cranes, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp