文本歌词

Superman On Ice - 13
Somewhere between motivated and cold
You on the ledge of all 241 ways to be you
Basing guess upon guess there where
Somewhere between motivated and cold
Believing your good friends down to the bile in their beauty marks
They who found you counting back toward yourself
So haven't dreamt and heavily armed
Yet another blues thief told in however and one day
And every Monday things begin with indiscriminate street noise
More vague and normal alliance of all those with high levels
Of work in their blood and clock in their wake up
Early shaving damp breakfast skulls with fresh lady's leg razor
So that the one day the moon might hold a half million nice size
Hoods easy and plenty fast restaurants
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
Then cast out in the one cold of all names
This song is about disavowed sperm
And the mining of human concern
Many cells split many men died in 1998
The year of my strong fair rap collection
There are foot prints embraced far out on the frozen lake face
Depressed and kept from quite some cold ago
And they look brave dangerous man made
The sort of mark one can make on the world
You borrowed the camera from why
And set it up over by the printer and horse head
Obsessed with your pressing record
To indulge in the shadows of both here and immortal
Is it God to name things from thin air
To have the wind blow a few hundred dollar bills into your wallet
To have 100 CC's liquid luck supplement
Dug into your blood by needle point and distant star
Are you busy losing yourself
In the quiet cell of abandoned old Oakland
Pants undone stole eye starting to water
Nailing a sign that speaks fear to a bank at the man made lake
You cop you
Will you now resort to black umbrellas in the sight blanching sun
Or stay indoors taking the pill to your face
Striking that lightning on nothing
Attempting to teach yourself the art of cloning at home
In a smock killing single cell sheep for straight weeks
'Til you give it all up for photoshop and using your teeth
There in a box with your things stabbed air holes
And one wing or white lung when your well will you stay
Since there is a certain modern earth pain
Only fit for enduring which one does endure
Like returning a foster child twice or going
The distance on songs for somebody else's compilation
No one's out there scared you'd set your eyes off
All night on the ceiling in the dark think of a song or maybe breasts
I thought I told you this is not new
Skinned by the speed of my one life
You have the desperate fair to your eyes
The look of a child who has just swallowed a coin or army man
Almost too attuned to the spoils of loved
Wishing he'd been born some sort of succulent or larvae
But you're too soft for all that
You like your blood kept in the movies
And your head in a jar or a vase in a van on tour
Your guts clumped like dung in a sturdy hatbox
Heart slung safely in the stomach of a clean sock or two
Here you are a bag of milk to do tricks
And not as a function of pennies and how you've dreamt
Nosdam's skull been predatored given a split at the hairline
And hinged with a lid and in it placed