Song Description

Is there really anything original left to say?

Lyrics

I gotta clear out my mind spear some new rhymes today
Though I don't really have a whole lot more left to say
And it's probably all been said before anyway
But it's the only way I can think of to keep those demons at bay

I'm tired of sitting and waitin for the rap revolution
I ain't got all the answers but Iim pretty sure I know the solution
I been choosin new rhythms cruisin new rhymes and new flow
I got some smooth new maneuvers for the next new show

It looks to me like this song ain't gonna be about much
Maybe just devils and dust maybe just crimes and lust
Or rusted tricycles and melting icicles
A red flag, a hammer and my sickle

I don't like to be tickled - those giggles hurt my bones
And I don't know if I really wanna keep sittin here all alone
in the dark with my heart pounding like a harp sounding like a shark drowning like lightning grounding

I'm not frowning but I'm floundering like a fly in the water two seconds before the spider caught her
Cause the lights are still out and i don't remember the layout of my studio
and that unruly crow is still crawing outside of my window where the wind blows tall and my sins grow small

It makes my skin crawl and my jaw gnaw like a seesaw teeth grinding
Unwinding like a snake curled serpentitiously round a rake waiting to bite like the night bites the light

I gotta keep my demons at bay
So I'm spewing out some knew rhymes today
I ain't really got a whole lot to say
And it's probably all been said anyway


Like I said before it's probably all been said before and we'll probably all be dead before long
But I know I gotta finish this this song before the dawn comes along
And paints the whole town red
Before Oppenheimmer's deadly toy rears up its ugly head

Splitting atoms opening chasms in the fabric of the space time continuum
The pendulum swings back inexorably
horribly un-sorrily
cutting the wheat from the chaff
Slashing jugulars
Like a hot knife through butter

And I'm standing at the rudder of this boat of steam
running upstream straight into the heart of darkness
Where the dark is heartless
And every tree for just as far as the eye can see is
Barkless like the dogs

And the fog rolls in obscuring the view and impeding my vision
Like a wall-less prison, the flawless fission of below and above
Black nights and white lights
The juxtaposition of madness and love

My eardrums are ringing - Black doves are singing atonal lullabies
nullifying my sighing
Gulling my prying eyes
And as I drift off into the realms of the unconscious underworld, I say: