Composed on an original Gameboy using LSDJ and accompanied by mouth sounds.
lyrics
This is the good ship lifestyle, my style’s wild now
Put it in a silo, tower like a high cloud
Wait while my flow control slow like the Nile
Let me see a tight dime trolling on my profile
I’m a be a slow while till I holler back
I’m a little too permissive with my visceral attack
Now you’re smitten with my words that I’ve written with a good buzz
Sitting like a perched bird, listen like a kitten does
Wishing for a little signal indicating interest
I could be your bad boy, you could be my pimpstress
Hate to make you sad, but I’m only here to mince words
Tossing hilarious phrases like the way a prince serves
I could be your minstrel, you could be my muse
I’m half tempted, but my attempt is sure to lose
I’m a send sensitivity, surrender my senses
Seem unseemly and attend the events
I’m supposed to, sometimes I wish I were free
Some days I take the path right in front of me
One way or another, how gladly I flee
I would rather sing badly than wait patiently
I hate to be mean but I love your reaction
I make wicked dreams into real daytime passion
But wait - my retreat is completely required
I’ve eaten my feet and I’m beaten and tired
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Stuck on a shelf gathering dust, the ladder is stuck
And the battle doesn't matter 'cause paralysis struck
I'm madder than fuck and down on my luck and my bucks
I turn down the basis 'cause the foundation sucks
Disgraced enough and now it's time to hit the limelight
Replaced and stuffed in the closet so it's out of sight
My face is a bluff and I can't wait 'til I poke her
I erase my disgust, hold my palms out to stroke her
But the bombs already dropped and the artifacts are shattered
Does it matter if my heart's on my sleeve or on a platter?
If I'm sadder, you can watch me dim like a Lite Brite
I might fight despite the delightful gin we drink tonight
It's a sight better but a hearing diminished
Until you finish the letter and send it perniciously
And Guinness pours down, flowing like wine from a statue
I pat you down flaccidly whenever I catch you
But you're running away, and you disappear around the corner
I'm stunned and dismayed at your borderline disorder
Though you won the battle today, the war is far from over
And I wonder what way you'll choose to get sober this time
I didn't put it all on the line
Like a spider weaving silk, my willpower's all fine
You spilled over the milk, now it's pooling in a land mine
Like a stillborn, never had a single thought on your mind
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Made a fundamental blunder and I wonder if the consequence
Will be to me hypnotically underneath the sort of non-events
To let a better veteran slather me with condiments
It's wetter under umbrellas when trendsetters stretch longer cents into dollars
It doesn't make sense to wail and holler
I’m intense but I’m not living in tents, that’d be squalor
I’m inventive and spend all my cash on drugs and sex
Because they don’t take credit card yet
I won’t let it get me down like clown chowder
Command the ones who stand around and scream louder
One man can’t stand against an army
But I’ll tend to my flock until they alarm me
Pathetic like with pathos, not with pity, that’s shitty
I’m quite witty but don’t be quick to forget me
I’m sick and I’m filthy and wistfully wilted
Your growth will be stultified, mine will be stilted
I’m limpid, like glimmering pools in elven forests
And a simple fool like you seems like a tourist
Affordable rent and a view of the city
Don’t shit me, that shit ridiculous, come and get me
It’s fun to set ridiculous as a precedent
I’m hellbound and heaven-sent
I expound like the main event
I pronounce nouns and mouth sounds irreverent
And then I refuse to repent
S.P.R.Y. is an experimental electronica/chiptune artist from Cincinnati, Ohio. He makes his music with LSDJ and other various techniques. Please visit S.P.R.Y. at his other websites below.
This compilation captures the current sound of Thai Luk Thung, where traditional melodies are powered by trap & dance beats. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 29, 2019