i used to be the model of a modern major general
now i’m mo delicate peep my prospectus
i’m heavy as a nebula
born in forevertron
sometimes i disappear
come back like i was never gone
mine is the million color chameleon dream catcher coat
here,
you better wear it love
don’t want you to catch a cold
or better yet a death
baby i can see your breath
chattering chops and frozen sweat
and cry wet
the kiss cold the kids old
your face is bout to turn blue
chivalry lives when you’re shivering or need a lid lifted
this is no time for feminism
God is a misogynist
the vote is unanimous
your mommas not monogamous
walk it out leglessly
playing out your legacy
you’ll be known for centuries
outliving rain forest trees
breathe normally, secure your own mask first
exhaust draws light beams de-icing wings for bouyancy
megaspeed monologues of rusty metal bending
inspiring spiral jetties
to start fires on piles of tires
white man smoke is blacker than a back road night
breathe normally
prospectus spectacular
respect my vernacular
protect our vascular
from being drank by dracula
prospectus spectacular
grew up playing basketball
wanted to be a real rapper
but i'm just an out of work actor
driving a tractor
post primates crying into vinyl crates
eating fine cakes on blind dates
the mind takes terrific turning pictures
making us look mischievous
the frozen first impression is the mother of oppression
i’m wondering which bass level is full flower pedal
push a little head rush rattle into open blush battle
move shaken to bone break
watch what your tone takes
in wisconsin we snow shoe skate over frozen lakes
sometimes living life is like licking a knife
or riding a bike on a rope tight above boyle heights on a lonely night
when we can’t speak our minds talk
we do donuts in the parking lot
prospectus spectacular
respect my vernacular
protect our vascular
from being drank by dracula
prospectus spectacular
grew up playing basketball
wanted to be a real rapper
but i'm just an out of work actor
driving a tractor
i want to sing “fingernail moon” from a hot air balloon
you lost this one kid
don’t mean you have to like it
Imprints left upon layers of time
juxtoposition of days defined
credits
from Kisscry Patina,
released January 26, 2013
Produced by Kipp Zavada