It goes... Catalina, Arcata, Florence, Amsterdam, Rome
Mumbai, Dehli, Guatemala, London hole, I call you home
La Crosse, Morris, Minneap, SF, Madison St. Louis
Bus, train, plane, cargo van go!
(Hook)
You should lay with me
(I gotta go)
You won’t ever find me
(I dig that hole)
Bat cave entrance flying
(You gotta know)
The path and the timing
(Lost long ago) x2
(Verse)
Sandbags, the same weight as statues
hang flags, a game I will surpass you
slash through, lattitude, my mind masters that
flack in pack only on my back for naps
Mice still on that track you
Were old before souls, closing no doors
So the aged enter new bodies, fill new holes
trying to wake dormant spirits, water so cold
travel to find an example, live as shown
(Hook)
You should lay with me
(I gotta go)
You won’t ever find me
(I dig that hole)
Bat cave entrance flying
(You gotta know)
The path and the timing
(Lost long ago) x2
(Verse)
And I’ve always felt that grip
since cinge liquid to existence
as if I ever believed in it
But still the ring finger burning something mischievous
mission, slip a disc in, for the discussion mixture
In this scene I’m such a fixture
rolling in your face til this instant dispersed
to relay to a time prior to scripture, mind will eclipse ya
not sure my allegiance, where I fall in 15 yet
Sip lean, get wet, not in this set yet
Still Mom’s alert on some fret fret
stress head, trial vets, but Mom, this isn’t that
Mind shiek palace, which I feed calloused
just to keep balance, color seek pallete
with a desire to seem famished, turn to a green planet
love to those that been at it, some of my movements seem frantic
G-dammit, I took this plane, let’s see if I can land it
What was I handed? how did I handle?
A bunch of chances, kept ‘em lit like a candle
One two advances, Arson to vandal
Hopeless romantic, flames I fan those
Scoping the loathing panic, on the double zero channel
(Hook)
You should lay with me
(I gotta go)
You won’t ever find me
(I dig that hole)
Bat cave entrance flying
(You gotta know)
The path and the timing
(Lost long ago) x2
(Verse)
Sound is blaring in the mind
found a canary in the mine (dead)
can’t see it’s fairly intertwined
just flush ‘em down with wine (meds)
At it this whole time, right foot left
Never guaranteed where these shoes step
Got a new lesson on how our own view mess
Got no patience for those that “don’t do stress”
I build a nest, that’s best, where I am
If I need to rest, I can sleep, where I stand
Trying to spread my soul across a fettered land
Distributed, history shows I’m a better man
You should lay with me
(I gotta go)
You won’t ever find me
(I dig that hole)
Bat cave entrance flying
(You gotta know)
The path and the timing
(Lost long ago) x2
credits
from A Shapely Sign of Things to Come,
released July 3, 2012
Produced by OGSMIF
Written by Urine
Guitars and Bass Urine
Drums Nick Bomb
Recorded and Mixed by Justin Urness
Mastered by Matt Olso at Ghost in My House Studio
Hyphon is more Henry David Thoreau than Gucci Mane. More likely to aspire to fill the shoes of Eugene V. Debs than Warren
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The crew I founded in 2006 ever expanding, ever producing. If you like me, by extension, I think you like them. A bit more crass side of myself for the harsher parts of the world. Great friends. Hyphon
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