Rain No. 968 by Don Johnson Big Band published on 2013-02-17T13:39:27Z "Rain No. 968" is a rare & exclusive bonus track from the Japanese Edition of "Don Johnson Big Band" (2007). This is the first time it's being released anywhere else. Enjoy! RAIN NO. 968 Get on the bus 2004 Trust who? Nobody even housing the poor anymore And I can see that you believe in cruel uneven opportunities And even seething hate, sad The shit you're feeding made the food I'm eating taste bad I'm breathing in your space, man Sleeping in your bedroom, cramming ever closer Just to see you panic Terrorize your privacy and sodomize your planet These sorrowful eyes hide powerful lies An hour, two later rise to see the fate I made And follow new highs through the lowlands A trail of nomads hunter-gathering for justice All your trust is in the wrong hands A grown man ain't supposed to act like a vicious brat Who dishes crap on those below him Knowing all his wishes lack a sense of direction We're moving up, don't push us back Connection not to what's behind but what's ahead And this is fact, yes The rain is washing down a stream upon my face, no relief I'm pressed against the pavement like a frozen leaf All the streets are full of echoes of wrong steps And no one knows their path before they've lost it The rain is washing down a stream upon my face, no relief I'm pressed against the pavement like a frozen leaf All the streets are full of echoes of loud feet Now speak A man survives 40 days without food But less than half of that without sleep Yet our streets are full of belly-full insomniacs Whose tongues react with foul speak To notions of rest, at best their mouths keep yapping As it happens I was napping during work and got a nosebleed Must have been a punishment Astonished I was closely followed by hollow cries "He was lazy, now he pays with all the yesterdays he owes me" No sleep 'til what, when, how, and if, and whatnot Dreams of reading books and Brooklyn hooks me like a foot lock No escape, the slowest way to die is always running from your fate Who's the fastest man alive arriving late I might have known, and thrown it all away if right is wrong A riot song is playing in the quiet of the storm I couldn't stay awake quite as long as I intended Fell asleep in mid-sentence, that's how it ended The rain is washing down a stream upon my face, no relief I'm pressed against the pavement like a frozen leaf All the streets are full of echoes of wrong steps And no one knows their path before they've lost it The rain is washing down a stream upon my face, no relief I'm pressed against the pavement like a frozen leaf All the streets are full of echoes of loud feet Now speak The mind is making headway Leave behind the dead weight in mid-sentence And get paid The mind is making headway Leave behind your dead weight in mid-sentence Leave the dead weight And get paid Genre Hip-Hop Comment by Teeth Machine Recordings Amazing noir atmosphere 2014-03-02T12:50:27Z
