Stick your kid in a mansion,
space the kid out that way.
Stick your kid in the car trunk,
they develop insecurities.
Well at one point every man will get used
& every man will get stoned,
from the boy who was forced to grow up
to the man who was never shown.
So stand up with your shoulders now.
Reference the squid & the whale.
So, live your tale
long enough that you might tell your tale.
& know that every good man
at one point in time has failed,
so sing your song.
Your truth will lead other singers to sing along.
So, sing your song.
& what costume shall the poor boy wear
to all tomorrow's parties?
A hand me down vest from who knows where.
To all tomorrows parties.
Where will he go, what shall he do
when midnight comes around.
He turns to smile at Sundays clown.
He hides behind the door.
Da Field
it grows it's fruit,
it's Rotten to the Core.
The politics, cynics
are pompous shoddy shits.
When they ask what's your name
simply say, that it's still the same.
Skipping on the path of picture perfect life
with others of your kind.
My country tis of thee.
She was killed savagely,
dumped in the sea.
Land where they pulverize,
hacked off fingers in disguise.
City officials lied.
Gurcia Mae died...in
Da Field
it grows, its fruit.
It's Rotten to the Core.
This jamboree
false eyelashes & sashes,
live your American Dream.
about
i wanted to do two things;
1) properly record "Spaced Out By Squids Parties" after concocting it in 2011. The previous recording sucked & i wanted to do it justice.
2) create a more intimate, non-industrial version of "Da Field", one of the songs that i'm most proud of.
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024