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WESTERN MEADOW (Prod. by Wadadli)

from Painghosty Dreamlaughs by WC TANK

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EVERYTHING BREAKS DOWN TO LOVE
WHEN LOVE BREAKS DOWN TO LIGHT WE IGNITE
BECAUSE YOU KNOW
LIVING CELLS EMULATE LIVING CELLS
THERE’S NO SOUND ABOVE 12
BUT THE INAUDIBLE LOVE SO LOUD

my first n last crews were outcasts, wore beast masks, we passed the glass round the mast in a train game chain gang, me the capTain, word stained, rhyming aGain, we sailed the ocean to the plain, my gawd such a horizon you aint seen, greenest scene on the screen, if you no whut i mean
dusting off stars with my eyes as they go by, dont even gotta try it comes to me on the fly
evry girl turns pink when i toss ‘em a wink cuz i know what they think, let ‘em jump off my brink.
they climb me when they can find me, never mind me,
poem stylie
loud as a storm cloud unproud
and rowdy i blew up rooms with my tankkk said walk the plaink sugarskank hey i get frank
and crank-eee aint on the menu,
but i can get some indian food to put me in the mood
to step outside the rude and get nude not with a dude
but a lady dont ya hate me
no but really i wont sell you or tell you wrong in a song, just a lovemaker and heartbraker fulla soul smoke i broke that joke open like egg yolk
halomudz’ hood, feeling good as it should nothing but burned wood in my wake i take a break never, forever clever and ever flipping frases like grilled cheeses &
landing a three point
bigger than master blaster, when they slip in the slime the faster i climb, flip a dime, leave them all behind
my one crime is rhyme guess i’m doing time grinding my mind but i‘m postprime i’ll just get me some fine wine and a
soft breeze wish like them winds that kiss the tips of the grassclips in that WEStern meadow


CUT

THE

DUST

POISON THE DUST TO THE MUST
GET OLD
IN REVERSE UPON A FLIGHT
OF THE MIGHTY STORY TOLD

PLIGHT OF THE QUIET
SYMPOTHIZE WITH SIGHT
EMULATE LIGHT
TO FRIGHTEN TIGHTEN THE MOLD
EXORCIZING THE RIGHT TO GET GOLD
SMOOTH BUTTER TALK SO SPREADING THE FOLD
FANCY DANCES REPLETE WITHOUT MASKING
COVER THE CANDLE WITH HAND AND CROSS
BRIDGES OF SAND
RIVERS UNPLANNED

IN DEMAND CUZ I’M THE MAN ON THE FIVE YEAR PLAN
WITH A FLOW LIKE A KYTE TO KONTROL
WITH NO WYFE TO HOLD I TURN LIGHT TO GOLD
MADE LIGHTNING FOLD
I BURN BRIGHT I’M TOLD

IGNITE THE FORCE WITH A VOICE
INDULGE IN A VICE
GRIPPING THE MIC IS LIKE MAKING A CHOICE

MOTHS FLY TO THE SUN WITH RAZOR LASER TAZER GUNS
GULLS FLOCK TO THE SEA FIND SOMETHING TO EAT

JUMP OUT OF A TREE TO FLEE MY BODY

WHEN I ROCK THE PARTY
TAKE A PICTURE OF ME

SUN OF THE WOMB REFLECT OFF THE MOON
ALL OVER THE ROOM AS TRITE AS A TOMB

BREATHE IN SPACE
LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE
WINGS OF LIGHT LUNGS OF KYTE
TRACE THE EMPTY
FILL IT WITH ENERGY

SMOOTH AS A SUN RAY
ON THE BACK OF THE NECK

lettered numbers, numbered letters
sweat got hotter and jets got wetter
love it alone in my zone driving to drone and remembering mones of the best ones pick up my phone it’s a no no

heave up pages to collage, thoughts come in a barrage
then like this i rearrange into something very strange,
the freshest fits your mom aint heard
what’s the werd
open the eye third
take form as a bird
crossing a galaxy way beyond you, nerd

words multiply themselves like cells
hells bells look out the shells are fallin for this basket baller

take cover as the tank rolls thru
he’s on to you like glue on glue what do you do?
get out the room less you lookin for a boom
CONSIDER YOUR POSITION ASSUMED
NAKED DE PLUME
EXQUISITE CORPSE OBSTACLE COURSE

USE THE FORCE WITH NO REMORSE
HUNG LIKE A HORSE, A VIKING OR NORSEMAN
ALL THE WAY OUT TO ALPHA CENTURION

THE CHILD IS NEXT TO NOTHIN WATCH HIM HOVERIN
LADIES LOVIN HIM
GODDESS BLESSIN HIM
UNDRESSING HIM UP

JAM BOX PROPER
PUT ON YA TALL SOCKS
AND HOP IN
LIKE MARY POPPINS
MEETS TOM ROBBINS

MY PARTY CAN BE HEARD
FOR BLOCKS BEYOND BLOCKS

BEYOND PARTY
NO EXITS LIKE JEAN PAUL SARTE
OR McFLY MARTY HELLO HELION ARE YOU IN THERE
LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT WORMS IN YOUR WELLINGTON
I TOLD WASHINGTON TO CROSS THE POTOMAC
WE BUMPED FISTS AND LAUNCHED RIGHT OVER IT

it was like you could cut the cool with a knife
and call someone you’ll love for the rest of your life
hopefully they answer the phone

because you want to say something important
that this specific moment of unstifled explosions is worth more

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from Painghosty Dreamlaughs, released November 11, 2011

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