The amazing band Cold Duck Complex's best song, set to fractals. The song's about homelessness and introversion. Booze and Tap water - Cold Duck Complex Lyrics:
I was never any good at leavin well enough alone
Burnin bridges, slammin doors, hanging up the phone
Grown-ass man with no real plans
Closed fist in the sky with my head in the sand
And you're goddamn right I resent the handshakes and the smiles
But I guess that I can fake it for a while
Like -Hi, how ya doin, yeah it's been a long time
Same old same ol', man I'm doin fine
But it only feels right when I fuck or fight
So you can either use that knife
Or you can let me spend the night, right?
Nah I'll settle for a laugh and a drink
We can save the world and leave the broken glass in the sink
A toast to the hopeful, here's to the cheerful
As for the politicians, man I've had an earful
Anything you can do I can make jaded
Endlessly analyze' and overcomplicated
Sittin in the middle of my gray area rug
Humbling hard rocks and embarrassin thugs
All worried about happiness, I gotta relax
I'm just trying to be myself but mohterfucker who's that
Who's that, who's that, yah yeeah
Dear Ma, I burnt all my dreams to the filter
I'm a self-made martyr with a taste for pain
Ain't nothing new but booze and tap water
And the way she moves has got me singin again
Like, the way she moves has got me singin again, Ma
It's the return of the Repressed
Livin detached from death, just obsessed
With trying to learn to love my enemies best
Get this cold breath off of my chest, I'm just flesh
Nothing more, nothing less, than an educated guess
Yes yes ya'all, yes ya'all Platy Complex ya'all
Trying to get my mind up out the mess hall
The way that dress falls on her shoulders won't leave me alone
We make love till the speakers are blown
My very own dream sequence
Complete with all the camera tricks
Another professional rapper making amateur chips
Fantastic, -sorry if I sound sarcastic
Got a full-blown addiction to my rymin detachment
These ass-kicking machines put a dick in a dream
Ask'em why I'm laughin, because if I didn't I'd scream
Seems simple, and that's how she taught it to me
But this life ain't quite what I thought it would be
I see people so full of fear and disease
And they all take themselves so seriously
So seriously so seriously, Ma it all seems silly to me
Dear Ma, I burnt all my dreams to the filter
I'm a self-made martyr with a taste for pain
Ain't nothing new but booze and tap water
And the way she moves has got me singin again
Like, the way she moves
My baby bends before she breaks
My lends before she takes
Makes loves not money, likes her eggs runny
And that's all right with me
My downstairs neighbor's got a glass ceilin'
My lover has scars that are past healin'
And I'm a sad sack dealing with half-masked feelings
And that's all right with me
That's all right with me, that's all right with me
An it's all right, it's all right
It's all right x9
Dear Ma, I burnt all my dreams to the filter
I'm a self-made martyr with a taste for pain
Ain't nothing new but booze and tap water
And the way she moves has got me singin again
Like, the way she moves has got me singin again Ma
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Killing Season, Cold Duck Complex, 2011by xxsicariixx290 views
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