Prisoner / Φυλακισμένος by Luka Lesson published on 2013/11/29 01:08:18 +0000 Luka Lesson's 2nd Full Length Album 'EXIT' to be released Feb 2014. www.lukalesson.com.au Free download of the 'Πέρασμα/Passage' EP including lyrics and extras available from www.lesson.bandcamp.com Dec 4. Contains Sample from Joan Baez's 'The Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti' LYRICS. FATHER, YES I AM A PRISONER. >>Verse 1<<< Pressed up on his lips another sheet of black paper for tobacco - he's back and in the need fills it up with green and needs on mixture of the leaves so he can live again - toke for every token hope and dream he left on a note that he wrote last week in the hope that he'd know some peace/// the only piece that's on these streets shoot bullets & steal dreams so he bought one - some courage for his streets so that the gutter doesn't shut him up just shudders at his feet He turns to reach and spark his trees with a flint and at that minute blew in ancient spirit speaking the wind the breeze was shedding leaves from the trees and the spirit noted that those with the deepest roots do not break but only lean they do not to crack but show that opposites attract 'cause further the streets push you the further you'll snap back he tipped his snap back, scratched his head and grabbed a mac from his backpack played this track back… and sparked it up FATHER, YES I AM A PRISONER. >>> VERSE 2<<< Ten gallon drums are filled with flames as we heat our palms shadows play games on our faces and she's the queens of hearts she's been flirting with the weather causes a storm to pass sells an ounce an hour and now it's about a quarter past. It's the wild wild west like it's Kool Moe Dee and her kids won't let her forget she owes the school more fees. so she checks in the window black stockings but no lace in case they decide to take from her more than that they've paid she knows the streets are her prison and these men are her guards they keep her stuck in the system the local bars are her bars in lock down for the money she notices his rolling smokes with black papers -thinks it's funny he says he needs loving so he doesn't break under the weight of temptation of drugs blow in under the radar of the state she says she tastes better anyway their shit is bitter - calls the baby sitter as they set off to his place. FATHER, YES I AM A PRISONER. >>>VERSE 3<<< She's making money and he is trying to make love it's as close as both their hearts have ever come to being touched he feels her breathe and the surface of her skin as he looks her in the eye & whispers "how could this be a sin?" She licks a tear from the corner of his eye before it falls and he decides to disguise his pain with pride like every other man she's ever liked they're all just trying to find a way to lay their weapons down at night He treats her like a lady shows her body some respect mama said "how u treat a woman is how god will judge you in the end" and he never forgot it though his touch felt foreign she also felt so at home that even the money became forgotten lost in the moment the shackles flew like birds they were free and it felt like they were the centre of the earth until they finished and fell back to the centre of a curse she fills her purse. and he smokes away his hurt. FATHER, YES I AM A PRISONER.