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respect politics - rhys langston lyrics

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[intro]
code-switching yeah we code switching
(flipping the switches)
yeah we, yeah we, yeah we

[chorus]
code switch when
politics blend
respect expectation
cede mouth over win

code switch when
politics blend
respect expectation
over mouth
cede win

[verse one]
there’s a good pastrami deli in the north of timbuktu
but hasidic zealotry prefers a rye tuna bleu
in nunavut, greenland i’ve seen it all come true
while watching court side with the one that flew cuckoo
wycherley hands the rock to vonnegut
his ankles are broke
that poetry in motion
hoop and writing in the spokes.
one wrong move, yoked and poked, will/bill takes no notes
victoria is on the jumbotron without a cloak
huxley decline post-game comments
orwell and he were traded
they stayed on the floor
put up shots, got soma-faded
i “double thinked” then double blinked
a wormhole closed, i found a drink
gelatinous pink overwhelmed that icy rink
but the story of the puck is for a longer mature brink
(and i suggest you just think)
of words far less circuitous
where explanations are a must
where i can dig under the crush
on c.p.t
i never rush

[chorus]

[verse two]
semblance to the sewers
rakes muck
what the f-ck:
idioms, expletive, jingoism, yellowed news, yolk
thrown up
(bounty lips
commercial absorption
taglines trace the foreskin
precede the pill
activation for endorphins)

storming, free warring
north end, aisle 6
steel cut porridge
headline the morning latte:
“oats go well with an orange”

man coughs god bombs
yahweh’s steel, open arms
pretext
testament
glaze over the talk show
donut psalms

instead
“lawn jockey, hockey puck, the verandah is a sl-t,”
redressed in exposés, cotton cloth
in god we bluff (yeah)
in god we bluff (yeah)
in god we bluff (yeah)

fund is to trust
as sum is to us
consumed sans the crust
napkins stained enough
those in need of proof can check the green lips of the higher ups

it’s half past brunch y’all
(it’s half past brunch)

(indistinguishable)

[chorus]

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