Lyrics thread

AWOOGA! AWOOGA! FRUSTRATED RAPPER ALERT!

Watch out as I now unleash the lyrics to the first track from my never to be finished rap album Killer Towers. Not bed time reading.

 

 

Prologue (sung)*

When I was a little boy I looked on down the stairs
The killers and the clowns were all caught unawares
Standing in the shadows whispering to me
Fishing in my darkness for opportunity
Just
Look at me now

I- The Doorman

Now that I'm here guess I need a place to stay
Somewhere to store the parts and wash the pain away
Down an obsidian path 'neath a garnet sky
To an address scratched on the leaf of the fly
Of a book by a guy who spat in the eye
Of the man who hung him but was too evil to die
A sable tower before me, derailed power and glory 
Vibe sour and gory but in here lay the story
The secret of wrong, the original mistake
Before you can reset you have to rebreak
A man all in red lay near the door in repose
But red wasn't the original colour of his clothes
As I drew close he arose, tapped the side of his nose
Tipped his cap and then produced a black rose
Who gon' in here need a boutinnere I suppose
He affixed it to my shirt, I said "How ya get work
In a place like this anyway?" He threw me a smirk
Said "Return every hurt, even those you deserve
Realise every instinct is corrupt and perverse
I was born on a farm, and born into harm
Four brothers beat me and my father was gone
Life started to kill me, affinity for dead things
A blood drenched roc took me under red wings
Blotted out the sun couldn't feel its affects
The sky had no birds just rained dead insects
Reformed and reborn I learnt how to perform
Every time that I smiled, I felt deformed
A violent creature, tried to kill a teacher
Scramble for the crawlspace where they can't reach ya
There I met four men in shadow above my brothers
To my physical pain they added another
Prison my mother, chains the umbillical cord
Burn a hole through her stomach, burst through with a roar
Incinerate crosses, evisercate bosses
Their blood never cools off the pain of my losses
Walls 40 feet up and also 20 down
Seal off a return to my home underground
Fire begat fire, purifyng melting flesh
Flaking off humanity, smeltering the rest
Pure carnal malevolence, dream of ass-raping presidents
Permenant residents, f**k you your eminence
You can't absolve me, only I can evolve me
Your system can't solve me, your constraints can't hold me
Went up the river with the president's gun
Hop on my yacht and we'll have us some fun
When they sleep up I creep and the pistol will speak
When I'm finished from the ears and the ass they will leak"
"Does nothing make you smile?" "Feeding crocodiles"
I said I'd love to stay and talk but it had been a while
And I had more pressing things than just to stand and chat
He said "Once you go inside the tower, there is no turning back
I may just stand here calmly and converse with you
But I am frozen for my failure, inside they go for you
Believe that I'm the least of all those who here are gathered
What you've seen inside my eyes next to their crimes just doesn't matter"
I said "Why are you warning me, don't you want me to fail?"
"No" he somlenly replied and his voice began to quail
"Is this our destiny or are we defective?
Were we selected? Can it be corrected?
I need to know why the tower was erected"
"I'll see what I can do" I said and headed on inside
As red light flared from penthouse windows where the manager resides

Next: The Front Desk


*Prologue contains an interpolation of Joshua Homme's Running Joke

                                                       

                                                     Memory Fragments

 

The exile dwelt in the house of the dead.

Hoping the master had forgotten the fluid pupil.

Unseen, he enjoyed a brief stay among the senses.

They lured him to the sea, where he watched a ball on the churning waters.
He heard a song that baffled his soul, and followed it to a hospital.

He donned the white robe of an initiate and handed xeroxed absolutions, to the doctors and nurses,
who wrestled him to the floor. And to the sleep, from which he had escaped.