I will call you
I will call you
I will call you
I will call you
Your proclivity for wandering into the ebony shade and I’m curious,
do you have any rules for the way you behave?
And you abide by public opinion; it rules you.
(Mislead children aimlessly going down)
And the ones who act like they’re so strange when they’re so fuckin plain (aimlessly going down);
look at me I’m weird, I’m cool, I’m on dope I’m so cool, I ‘m at the head of the temple
of the most mediocre people that you’ve ever known.
(No power in their plastic jewels.)
No values in their realm and no power in their plastic crowns.
(And they should be ashamed of the way they behave; and they are.)
Mic of the original: Weirdy weirdy, Jellofish blights your sniff with scents like this.
I am here for the cleaning up time, off setting like turpentine.
Dolphins flippin, understand the girls who are kissin, I don’t know if pussy taste like chicken,
harem vigor towards things, that’s simple, Mars Man, Charzan, help Milo.
I guess the sense that I’m trying to make, is that it makes no sense, so why would I wait?
To calculate the times when it’s been too late, to read through the books while your tongues prate?
I need to move up, like women from the kitchen, treat my brain like a potential business;
stock the things I need, cut the things you don’t need, and cut that shit we shouldn’t eat.
And move yourself towards the fuckin shelf and treat yourself like somebody else, somebody better:
Beautiful, romantic, like the words in classics letters, written in the best form that you could send them.
I’ve read deeply into psychology, the theories and frameworks of personality,
lit myself with the neuro sparks that you put out to keep yourself in the dark.
Cinematic soul influenced by the soundtracks to ’70s Giallo films, the latest from Ella Thompson is all slow smolder. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 28, 2023