(+5 rating, 1 votes)One of many stand out tracks from Mowgli’s first release 93. Stay tuned for an imminent review of Mowgli’s newest project Montalk coming soon…
MOWGLI
- Everyday drifting
- Linking hours like flower chains
- All the same games and the deep thinking
- Street siblings with tainted views
- Heart aches, smoke away brains to lose stomach pains
- So they keep lifting
- But feds get statistics to meet so they keep on shifting youths
- Say stressed still necking the booze
- No inspiration, same old samples on endless loops
- Age old patterns played out
- Save face lost talent
- K-holes getting battered
- Everybody with a point to prove
- Point to your problems
- Options lost in the plastic fumes
- Last chances
- Come today gone tomorrow like bargains passing hands
- Heartless
- Brass bands playing coke-can blues in their coke-can flats
- Prang cats and their mood swings
- Seek direct help with drawn out faces
- Pass back their belts and their shoes strings losing patience
- Watching mistakes like outtakes
- Dead weights falling caught short like haymakers
- In this hospital without walls
- Outpatients wander concrete corridors empty
- Dreading facing facts, mental fragments
- Back to the bricks where reality stings
- Numb voices
- Brain-dead killing time till their death beds
- Feel like kings when they’re living in debt
- No short straws listen as the walls talk back
- Singing anthems for warped minds
- Simplified like techstep
- The ready-eye pounce on movements
- Where we act on impulse
- Caught up on cause and effect like roadkill caught in the headlights
- Self-made scapegoats puppets on strings in stage shows
- Poker faces like ghosts in the dead night
- Debit cards cutting like bread knives
- Hydrochloride eyes watch me still vacant
- Stereotypes and chalk outlines
- Still dreaming a life but still alive shaking
- Waiting for a last drag of death’s breath that will leave them
- Quickly satisfied like punchlines and cheap skets
- A generation born dreading what’s next
- Passing time like flies in this wasp nest
- Lost in hindsight, lives out of context
- Parasites scavenge off themselves like bitter sweet
- Cycles of death digging graves in this field of dreams
- Complex patterns of deceit, deadbeats and throwbacks
- Car crash in slow motion
- Photo-real characters leap out of screens like IMAX
- Extras in deleted scenes and lost meanings in
- Minds of pavement dreamer’s lives repeating like time lapse
- All foreplay with no climax
- It’s all highs and lows
- Hit the come down
- Black and white slideshows in a technicolour time span
- Angels in plain clothes run down
- It’s powdered noses and no hopers
- Jokers that focus on front now proudly stand
- Faithless clone soldiers in armies of dead faces
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