playing with dynamite - forty psychic frames lyrics
wyatt:
i’m playing with dynamite
looking at the faces and the pictures of all your
friends friends, i might
just set it all off and send you the ashes
that p-sses through my mind
despite all the times i was blasting
this beat so loud around your parents’ house
you looked out and saw the shadow of a 300d
that wasn’t me, but i was k!lling it
forget it, you wouldn’t understand
i’m lighting the stick and then
boom! that’s it
anthony:
wyman on the proco, charlie taking photos
black and white twirlies, go slow on the shutter speed
hit me up in the ok hotel, this sh-t’s drawing flies
what the f-ck be that smell?
at the croc cafe playing old school hits
we’re the opening act for 7 year b-tch
busting out gl-ss in store front windows
spray painting walls while we’re smoking that indo’
fender strats blast out of marshall stacks
strapped with gats underneath leather jackets
camera man pans to 40 on the stage
ch barfing on the fans, cut the cord
disengage
forrest:
verses stirring dust, don’t underestimate us
vocal lances piercing, we fierce and it be best to trust
the sustenance that fuels us is potentially metaphysical
straight from the heart and individual
the meaning critical, eternally residual
essentially the validation of a spiritual connection
the inflection of a section of text is a lesson in delivery
confess
flow is inescapable, all the words unpredictable
current pulls you underneath and refuses to let you go
till you’re drifting free, in a sea of simile
and metaphorically speaking you’ll be blown away
by the sequence of events
bringing you back, to present tense
leaving you -ssured, unable to balance on the fence
we’re the realist, the illest, we f-cking k!ll tracks to the max
there ain’t a f-cking thing in the world to invalidate that
scurvy d:
you can call me breezy ‘cause i’m like a storm:
one minute i’m calm and the next i’ve tore down the norm
walls get shorn as tornados are born
as my rage manifests into physical form
with habitual scorn, i hate you fakers and lames
you’ve weakened the game with your particular shame
and i guess i’ll have to swoop in and save the day
but first i blunt the spinach up and get blazed
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