(No Ratings Yet)Wow, what a track! I can’t stop rinsing this one. Taken from Scissortongue’s album, the whole Contact Play crew get unleashed on this one. Personal favourite moment in the video at 3:21 – peep Bosh’s face.
VERSE 1:
JAM BAXTER
- Shit, I'd best warn everyone
- Where'd you get that confetti?
- Come sell me some
- So we can celebrate the day that our twenty one nail bomb salute spelt a death for the setting sun
- Let 'em run
- Their brittle femurs were built to snap
- Too proud to crawl out the thrall of a simple trap
- Prescribe a pill for that
- Pilfer that bag of jewels
- Luminous thieves in the blackness
- A pack of fools
- With pack mentality
- We pack less gravity
- Dark auras hover in a hand stretched canopy
- A strangled menagerie
- Landed a job
- Landing a lost plane in a land where the fog reigns king
- With strange skin ever shrinking
- And fifty two eject buttons blinking
- Guess that's a win win but wings cost extra
- Send your cheques to the pigeon in the blender
VERSE 2:
MR KEY
- My mother was a princess my father was a king
- Spring, summer, autumn and winter to spring
- Blackbirds singing I see God in all things
- And as the earth spins it ends and begins again
- My beauty is the simple – a cosmos sprays off a single stem
- Turn men to kings, turn kings to men
- In the blink of infinity so think again
- What you think? I ain't sure I ain't mastered my thoughts
- I'm staring at the stars laughing trying to ask them for more
- Like the universe isn't enough – nor's infinity drugs
- And I swore that I was giving it up
- Quantum leap – Ziggy's not watching me
- What'd you mean? What'd you mean son? It's simple as a crystal
- Dynamic systems sinking through the blissful
- Thimble full of ink to pour symbols in my ritual
VERSE 3:
RONNIE BOSH
- I didn't see the mirrorball shatter but there's glass on the dance floor
- Saw the line flatten - asked any last thoughts
- The shards plot paths to your yard's door
- Hard fought sagas you are what you ask for
- Pass more shit through your system for wisdom
- The masked hoards drift in to the distance
- Last call for the tricksters and vixens
- Mixed with a difference I shift like the pistons
- And yes I guess I did something once
- And yes yes whatever next dunce is done
- They bled red I sever flesh drunk the blood
- And left death a step ahead crumbling punk
- It's like fresh leaves turning into red leaves autumn
- Dead leaves turning into fresh green portions
- Bless these vermin the rest keep falling
- Emcee turning kids to next weak orphans
VERSE 4:
DIRTY DIKE
- With my eyes black staring at the white on the page
- I try to crystallise my mind and ignite into flames
- The price of the game – either catch the vibe or the shame
- And try and wipe away the silence when you're hyping the stage
- I fly into space – right beside this guy and his mates
- A giant face screaming cry James – die and escape
- Try and erase the bad lies violence and hate
- Try and abide the bad guy try and behave
- Try and replace a man's mind at night with a spade
- Try and climb mad high at night at night in the rain
- Try falling – sitting in the water and dry's calling
- Committed 9 sins and the fucking pigs caught him
- Nothing's this awesome a fucking big box full of bloody sick drops that some other kids taught him
- His mother sits balling her stubborn little eyes out
- A son still alive in another prison life now
VERSE 5:
EDWARD SCISSORTONGUE
- Starter for ten
- Who's that parking the car in the space suit?
- Last seen parcelling carcinogens with the top down targeting artforms darker than death
- It was 4am when the sky split sideways – i saw bright steam
- Bellow from the skyline crunching
- Life gushed hard on this one-a-penny whitewash
- Starved on a monetary timeclock sunken
- Calling all workers – report to the docks where the bullets fly
- One last ship leaves these shores
- Drawn to the furnace – nine hour shifts with the shovel
- Pistons and coal heaps
- Better life parchment – next life setting sun – time grows darker
- Heaven might sell us some better lives after the carnage has settled
- So disarm the grenades and pass them to everyone
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