One With Nothing

Spruke on August 27, 2012 02:53

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    "Fact or Fiction" ft. Chapin

    Our final show, or my prediction
    A twist to suit my ill depiction
    Is it fact, or is it fiction,
    Or is it a factor of our friction

    Off allen,
    Got talent
    Strike a balance
    Tell your parents what you want this year
    And you just might get it
    Look, he thinks he gets it,
    They said, he thinks he gets it,
    Oh wait, he thinks he gets it,
    No, he can't get it

    Spruke with the fact or the fiction confusion
    Scary world with the late night illusion
    Skinny and The Bend, hipster bar hits
    Skinny and the blonde hipster bar tits
    Catch me lookin or she already drunk
    Punk jam band with the slap bass funk
    Rock, and I’m already sick of it
    Flask in the pocket taking shots in the thick of it
    Cameraphone take a pic of it, I don’t give a shit
    i’m the dick of it, throw a bigger fit
    she thinkin ha ha yolo found a funny stick
    like she gonna take a lick of it
    final show, or my prediction
    a twist to suit my ill depiction
    is it fact or is it fiction
    or is it the factor of our friction

    Jukebox ready,
    Tom Petty,
    Slow and steady,
    There's a machete, it's concealed in here
    And you just might get it
    Look, he thinks he gets it,
    They said, he thinks he gets it,
    Oh wait, he thinks he gets it,
    No, he can't get it

    Now you stagger through the door
    Redic swagger, what's that for
    Yeah i wager you better be sure
    Start a major world war
    Oh yeah we're all real impressed
    That much vinyl, so smart dressed
    Now run them pockets if you know what's best
    Make your heart stop, cardiac arrest
    This place ain't safe no two ways about it
    Your eyes betray no new way up out it
    Just not your day so you do tap out it
    Ain't for you go away keep out it
    final show, or my prediction
    a twist to suit my ill depiction
    is it fact or is it fiction
    or is it the factor of our friction

    "Blind Hunter" ft. Aaron M

    My shadow comes to me
    When I look at empty chairs
    Playing cards and cups of coffee
    That I won’t drink without you there
    There’s a cinema in my bed
    Blockbuster of the dead
    Footage from when we had no white blood cells
    But plenty of red
    They formed clots inside my head
    Let’s throw a Party I said
    I’m losing it and don’t know better
    That’s how I lost the things I had
    So next time I reminisce
    I grab my shadow and I tell him this

    Don’t haunt me
    I’m just living in the past
    Clinging to a world
    That I thought could last
    But I can’t move on
    Or just sing a different song
    Pretending to be strong
    The party’s clearly done
    And all the guests are gone

    I’m fucked behind the eyes
    And you can’t realize
    That I got a new condition
    That modern science don’t recognize
    It’s the factor of the friction
    It’s the late night affliction
    It’s the state where twists are happening
    Just to suit my ill depiction
    It’s where I’m one with nil
    I don’t know that my name is Bill
    Spruke took over all the basics
    and he left me some holes to fill
    So next time I act all bland
    I’m telling you that you can’t hold my hand

    Don’t haunt me
    I’m just living in the past
    Clinging to a world
    That I thought could last
    But I can’t move on
    Or just sing a different song
    Pretending to be strong
    The party’s clearly done
    And all the guests are gone

    "Natural Order"

    That mother fucker was like six iphones ago
    That mother fucker was like six iphones ago
    Blog post, mother mother he don’t know he don’t he know
    Take him out, take him out, face down gotta go

    Converse in the corner, he don’t know I’m black border
    With an attitude that upsets the natural order
    So it’s writing on the arm and I don’t mean ya no harm
    but this ain’t exactly grain silos back on the farm
    So now it’s what’s it to ya and a really oh do ya
    And the beeline for the goal like he was Johnny Oduya
    with the converse in the corner he don't know I'm black border
    and the attitude that upsets the natural order

    That mother fucker was like six iphones ago
    That mother fucker was like six iphones ago
    Blog post, mother mother he don’t know he don’t he know
    Take him out, take him out, face down gotta go

    Mainstream, pedestrian, a diplomat equestrian
    Was the worst a month ago but I read it's the best again
    with the converse in the corner he don't know I'm black border
    and the attitude that upsets the natural order

    He said the bands you like so stale
    your girl don’t deserve to be so pale
    I said the toys you chose so old
    your body should be dead and cold

    That mother fucker was like six iphones ago
    That mother fucker was like six iphones ago

    "Train of Thought"

    Teacher!
    don’t let me raise my hand
    Because the questions that I wanna ask
    Can only get me in trouble
    Barman!
    I hope you’ll understand
    Because my eyes won’t close
    And I need to send them help on the double
    Soldier!
    I’m gonna send you in
    Because the day has come that you’re
    Laying down your life for your people
    Conductor!
    Please take us off these tracks
    And throw the brakes because this
    Train of thought is only headed for evil

    If you detect the slightest change in my tone
    It's cause the puppy never follows you home
    And I can ride this train of thought on my own
    For this is what we must postpone
    So you can do this one alone

    Bishop!
    I’ll take one envy please
    Throw in a side of lust cause you know
    I’m such a glutton for punishment
    Chiro!
    I got a nasty hunch
    So can you fix my spine
    Cause I broke it once I learned what this hunch meant
    DJ!
    You’ll have to play me out
    I’ll give it one more track
    Then we cut the sound and turn all the lights on
    Instructor!
    Please teach me to forget
    The factors of the friction that I been hangin all of my life on

    If you detect the slightest change in my tone
    It's cause the puppy never follows you home
    And I can ride this train of thought on my own
    For this is what we must postpone
    So you can do this one alone
    If you detect the slightest change in my tone
    It's cause the puppy never follows you home
    And I can ride this train of thought on my own
    For this is what we must postpone
    So you can do this one alone

    Teacher! Barman! Soldier! Conductor!
    Bishop! Chiro! DJ! Instructor!
    Teacher! Barman! Soldier! Conductor!
    Bishop! Chiro! DJ! Instructor!
    If you detect the slightest change in my tone
    It's cause the puppy never follows you home
    If you detect the slightest change in my tone
    It's cause the puppy never follows you home

    "All Is Dust" ft. Laura

    Ghosts of the damned swirl around me as I land downtown
    Audience assembled, waving hands, here to watch me drown
    I know you don't want me to, that's why I'm gonna want to
    I know you don't want me to, that's why I'm gonna want to
    I know you don't want me to, that's why I'm gonna want to
    I know you don't want me to, do it for you

    Trample it into dust,
    Everything into dust,
    Everything, and all, is...
    dust

    Swim in the lake of the dead, that you may be reborn
    Hades or Styx, anything to find someplace warm
    I know you don't want me to, that's why I'm gonna want to
    I know you don't want me to, that's why I'm gonna want to
    I know you don't want me to, that's why I'm gonna want to
    I know you don't want me to, do it for you

    Trample it into dust,
    Everything into dust,
    Everything, and all, is...
    dust

    "One With Nothing"

    First in line to be the last to know
    First in line to be the last to know
    Sittin on the patio, letting the morning sun fill up my bones
    Sweet mother memory, clear me out so I can go home
    Goin to bed at dawn I miss the sunsets most when I grabbed my lover and I held

    her close
    Done enough right that you can let me be wrong, so I'm one with nothing when

    my love is gone

    Nothing like a close friend, to talk to, as you recount the whole night
    Screen doors and leashes, they don't put up a fight in the morning sunlight
    Goin to bed at dawn I miss the sunsets most when I grabbed my lover and I held

    her close
    Done enough right that you can let me be wrong, so I'm one with nothing when

    my love is gone

    Na na na na na, na na na na...

    Done enough right that you can let me be wrong, so I'm one with nothing when

    my love is gone

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