Ed Scissor & Lamplighter
Light Round Here
I was woken by the mundane sun rays
Monday to Sunday
Mans need curtains in this house
Less boring
Saw a little premonition of my day panning out before me
Clock the drugs meant for snorting
I was woken by the unpaved, one way
Ticket to a dumb day, lungs stay awful
So I settle for one some says dumb mate
Guzzling the honey in a drug haze portal
Forming
Forks in the road
Walk water to cope in this morbid abode
Gray organs
Brains pouring the code from the laws that we wrote with the sticks and the stone
We launch em, dish em out in big portions
In the city fitting fittings to the wall blinds
Whittling the lyrics till they’re forceful, awesome
Cinematic killings like we’re pissing on the draw bridge
Two horsemen, ride to the next stop
Heads pop fast like a kenshiron headlock
Five second count down, Claire it on your best frock
Heads nodding heavily like broads in a sex shop
In the dense locking horns with the fresh crop
Morbid and let locking thoughts in my despot
Torn from the flesh till they’re chalking the mess
And the watery dreads gush gushing from my desktop
Test
Mic sounds fresh, yes yes
Could sound better but it’s bless
Would sound better if the rapper that was holding it wasn’t such a mess
But less
Let’s get a hold of some drugs for a sesh
And though I down smoke draw but I guess
If you’re rolling up a fatty on my living room floor it’d be rude to protest
Stretch out the bedrock, mining for boulders
Man’s got a fresh crop, glad that they called us
We got supplies now world is our oyster
Rack up some lines, now pass me the oysta
Now that your brains swinging baked in the chemicals
Reasons for being here are far from subliminal
We go ten years deep on this planet map
Why on earth are we sharing this bag of facts now
Look into your eyes and they’re dark white
Sort of like a set of sunken planets in the night sky
Like a set of something terrible to monitor my every move and mannerism present in my past life
We’re much the same
Buck that trend
Fuck that face
Fuck that friend
In the belly of the lumberyard with skit[?]
One piece of timber sharing grains in the wood chip
She’s like a centerfold, I’m like a child
For some strange reason we click in the drug sheet
I make her laugh out loud as I walk her to the cashpoint to grab another massive wad of drug paid
She looks amazing as her nose bleeds
I look amazed at the scale of this dope fiend
I grab a tissue and we go deep, no sleep
Palms full of valium and codeine
The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains
It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe
Two sides shimmer on the same coin
Spinning in a strange void
Figures in a rain drop maze
Two lives littering the grape vines
Spinning at the same time
Living where the dust don’t lay
The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained
And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe
Two sides shimmered on the same coin
Spinning in a strange void
Figures in a rain drop maze
Two lives littered every grape vine
Spinning at the same time
Living where the dust don’t lay
I was always on the cards
I dealt the pack and threw the jokers
In a mix I made of opium and tar
Apply the formula I applied a dozen times before
And let her crystal vision turn into a puddle on the floor
It’s always better when you build a massive force from an immortal that you filter pumble slowly in the jaw
You’re not that person
I’m that person
Raining terror on my face till my retinas are raw
Stood inside the mirror was a man today
He features bloody by the beaten that he’d given to his camera face
Body language was all zig-zag out of shape
Mismatch downed and waits
Misspent hours spent sitting spangled in his mountain cave
Getting paid a thousand pound a day to take the satellites to outer space
It was a wonderful arrangement
Especially when the clouds dissipated in the mountain quake
He liked the visions, saw himself in them
Bright lights would shimmer in the corners of his mountain cave
And as the sun began to jutter on the dawn
And on the seventh day the visions turned to letters and displayed his name
And that was when he learned his name
And that was when the verses came
And that was when the herds of ugly people took put coats
And tipped their hats
And neatly strolled way
Heart thickened as his pulse quickened
A star swimming in this dark kingdom
The last cinematic laugh livin'
A car spinning of a large lizard
Your brought pinging off an arm with it
A vast swimin pulling fast rivers
The mass millings of a half wizard
The bark trimmings with the mold in them
A jar brimming with a dark liquid
A man sinking in this star system
Come back to Earth Mr. Scissortongue
The world is waiting for your words
We have business to attend to
What’s worse than a simple math equation casting doubt on everything you’ve ever seen as simply untrue
Watch the pillars start to unboot
A bit of wisdom for the philistines and vixens
In a shitty juxtaposition between this life and everything up in that sky that makes the mother fuckin sun move
We’re all just littering the lunch queue
Running through the carnage
Spilling darkness through your sunroof
Unscrew your simple life
Pick a prize to run to
Open up the sewer pipes
And pick a pipe to lunge through
The sunlight cast patterns on the streets
Swings revealing all the sediment that peppering the seasons
The sediment is very effervescent in this deepness
It hovers in this city like a hundred thousand bee stings
Gone are the days of the mountain cave out in space
And all the scoundrels sat baked waiting down the lane
Baskin' in the sound of great wells in the fountain spray
Glance at your watch and realize it’s counting late
Years amounted in the bounty of your pound of flesh
Pounding blood around in the vital organs in your treasure chest
And yet the harness that your swore is sound is but a tangled mess
Its fraying at the edges till your life is but a drowning mess
The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains
It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe
Two sides shimmer on the same coin
Spinning in a strange void
Figures in a rain drop maze
Two lives littering the grape vines
Spinning at the same time
Living where the dust don’t lay
The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained
And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe
Two sides shimmered on the same coin
Spinning in a strange void
Figures in a rain drop maze
Two lives littered every grape vine
Spinning at the same time
Living where the dust don’t lay