Buck 65 Square One
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//Part 1
*Samples and scratching*
*”Buck 65″
*”Pretty soon the hippies of today will be the squares of tomorrow”
//Part 2
It was the echoing voices of the old ones
Through thick steel forests and over scorched earth
Always just out of reach,
a murder of crows judged my every footstep
My bones were frozen
Penniless and entirely out of breath
I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water-trough
but through it all the real stick in my spokes
was the torment of my dreams
I fought off sleep with both fists, and sometimes fire
With little more than a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
I shot the stars out of the sky
when each one fell sparkling to the ground
I made wishes that never came true
Apparitions of angels with angry eyes
appeared in each new moon
My own ghost began whispering
the trees died if I had tried climbing
the decision was made for me
to begin interpreting real life
just as I would nightmares
*”ya ya that’s good that’s good, and as you, and I’m big on you cats out there living and wailing and jumping up and down
*”And they called this young cat”
//Part 3 – 1200 Hobos
*Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
Watching an already dead world vanish
we the banished and outlawed wander
hither and yonder like dogs gone hungry
Funky and angry and sometimes ugly
drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers
pathfinders addicts and mathematicians
practitioners of black magic,
we make music from used up junk
and bad luck dreams
liars and losers
emus and aardvarks
gypsies and pen thieves
peddlers, cardsharps
all of us fortune tellers
combing the forest
hardcore building a cardboard fortress
forward fast and backwards blindfolded
trying to find gold buried in floodplains
covered in bloodstains fly bites and egg yolk
running away with one of my legs broke
sometimes its lonesome traveling homeless
not knowing where you’re going riding the railroads
pick up some sailboats most of the locomotives
once we decide to see some of the countryside
working with circus performers and cutthroats
discussions with percussionists, perverts and poets
Haven’t you ever heard of the
Twelve hundred Hobos?
We ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
we build campfires and ride boxcars
town-to-town, we just write songs
and we stay up like all night long
but
We ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
we build campfires and ride boxcars
Town-to-town, we just write songs
and we stay up like all night long
//part 4
20 some years is a long walk
even if it’s not a straight line
you see a lot of things in the distance
you know what they say about great minds
you and I think about the same things
dream the same dreams, play the same games
we started out in the same place
believe it or not we’ve got the same name.
everything happens for a good cause
whether it be victory or loss
but the road may turn and run away
but you will know what to do some day
trust me, I’ve seen it all before
I’ve climbed to the tops of the tallest trees
to get away from the deep water
to find the touch of smallest breeze
you’ll find a girl with a low voice
and holds the world in her bare hands
you’ll fall in love, you’ll have no choice
once you are given a fair chance
For the first time you will sleep well
take a deep breath, see the sunshine
hold on to her for dear life
and then watch the whole world unwind.
Ask her to show you some magic
and I guarantee that she will say yes
tell her you’ve seen forever
and we’ll be together not a day less
Just know that until that time comes
And after you have crossed that first mile
That the hardest part is behind you
and all that pain will be worth while.
>From Storm clouds come Angels
Let Pain give you pleasure
>From dirt grows the flowers
True Faith Can’t be measured
>From Storm clouds come Angels
Let Pain give you pleasure
>From dirt grows the flowers
True Faith Can’t be measured
//Part 5
*”And now
I know a man who was born with his heart on the outside
every man’s worst fear he also had heavy hands
he couldn’t touch his lovers face, he couldn’t hold a baby
he would never desert ’em, but he was worried he would hurt ’em maybe
Mad at the world his face turned hot pink,
the best he could do is just try to not think
but he was too bothered so he would only try rarely
he read the last page in every book in the library
He lacked the charisma of the true revolutionary-
crime fighter would try to write, but kept breaking his typewriter
he’d preach his manifesto like a militant radical
was diligent, but his greatest mistakes were grammatical
if he’d only spend more time rehearsing, preparing
there wouldn’t have to be so much cursing and swearing
eyes on fire, his volume was blistering
no-one had taught him about the power of whispering
he is dynamite, blows kisses, eats dirt
mouth of a volcano, he is a t-shirt
he stands on stilts, but doesn’t stand for funny stuff
ask me, he just hasn’t been around the sun enough
he paints self portraits with a roller
only eats corn, and then tries to sell his own soul on the street corner
he always remembers everyone’s numbers
and sometimes cries into his own cumbersome hands.
*Rock-and roll -now (now), rock and roll – now (now), rock and roll – now (now)
*”Rock and roll (huh?)”
//Part 6 – Dumb Crimes
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
lord knows I tried to close my eyes
but it happens so fast, I keep my eye on the ball
but still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
lord knows I tried to close my eyes
but it happens so fast, I keep my eye on the ball
but still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
Read beginning to end and measured sideways
I’ve traveled the length of your desert highways
been under your bed, and slept in ditches
I saw your scars were kept in stitches
to keep from crying I try not to pay attention
but as I may have mentioned, I’m being held hostage
I’m lost and exhausted
I wanna go home now
I’m too far gone now
and I don’t even know how
the silent light and tarnished star are charming and harmful
the Karma chameleon might get violent
dancing with shadows, and playing charades
it’s the miserable plan of the invisible man
and what’s like living life you may ask
standing on the other side of two-way glass
well it’s not what it’s cracked up to be I’ll tell you that much
you can look but you can’t touch
and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
lord knows I tried to close my eyes
but it happens so fast, I keep my eye on the ball
but still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
lord knows I tried to close my eyes
but it happens so fast, I keep my eye on the ball
but still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
All I want to do is go fly a kite or take a hike
and try to keep myself from taking a flying leap
there’s ringing in my ears, especially at night
Kaleidoscopic visions of a Cocaine cat-fight
people play parlour games behind closed doors
Secrets are sacred when no-one knows yours
but somebody does, you forgot about the bottom feeders
the dirty rotten cheaters, and all of the stock readers
and
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
lord knows I tried to close my eyes
but it happens so fast, I keep my eye on the ball
but still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
lord knows I tried to close my eyes
but it happens so fast, I keep my eye on the ball
but still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
//End of Square One
It was the echoing voices of the old ones
Through thick steel forests and over scorched earth
Always just out of reach,
a murder of crows judged my every footstep
My bones were frozen
Penniless and entirely out of breath
I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water-trough
but through it all the real stick in my spokes
was the torment of my dreams
I fought off sleep with both fists, and sometimes fire
With little more than a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
I shot the stars out of the sky
when each one fell sparkling to the ground
I made wishes that never came true
Apparitions of angels with angry eyes
appeared in each new moon
My own ghost began whispering
the trees died if I had tried climbing
the decision was made for me
to begin interpreting real life
just as I would nightmares
we the banished and outlawed wander
hither and yonder like dogs gone hungry
Funky and angry and sometimes ugly
drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers
pathfinders addicts and mathematicians
practitioners of black magic,
we make music from used up junk
and bad luck dreams
liars and losers
emus and aardvarks
gypsies and pen thieves
peddlers, cardsharps
all of us fortune tellers
combing the forest
hardcore building a cardboard fortress
forward fast and backwards blindfolded
trying to find gold buried in floodplains
covered in bloodstains fly bites and egg yolk
running away with one of my legs broke
sometimes its lonesome traveling homeless
not knowing where you’re going riding the railroads
pick up some sailboats most of the locomotives
once we decide to see some of the countryside
working with circus performers and cutthroats
discussions with percussionists, perverts and poets
Haven’t you ever heard of the
Twelve hundred Hobos?
We ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
we build campfires and ride boxcars
town-to-town, we just write songs
and we stay up like all night long
but
We ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
we build campfires and ride boxcars
Town-to-town, we just write songs
and we stay up like all night long
20 some years is a long walk
even if it’s not a straight line
you see a lot of things in the distance
you know what they say about great minds
you and I think about the same things
dream the same dreams, play the same games
we started out in the same place
believe it or not we’ve got the same name.
everything happens for a good cause
whether it be victory or loss
but the road may turn and run away
but you will know what to do some day
trust me, I’ve seen it all before
I’ve climbed to the tops of the tallest trees
to get away from the deep water
to find the touch of smallest breeze
you’ll find a girl with a low voice
and holds the world in her bare hands
you’ll fall in love, you’ll have no choice
once you are given a fair chance
For the first time you will sleep well
take a deep breath, see the sunshine
hold on to her for dear life
and then watch the whole world unwind.
Ask her to show you some magic
and I guarantee that she will say yes
tell her you’ve seen forever
and we’ll be together not a day less
Just know that until that time comes
And after you have crossed that first mile
That the hardest part is behind you
and all that pain will be worth while.
From Storm clouds come Angels
Let Pain give you pleasure
From dirt grows the flowers
True Faith Can’t be measured
From Storm clouds come Angels
Let Pain give you pleasure
From dirt grows the flowers
True Faith Can’t be measured