Pyro
Bluelighter
That friend whom long ago I knew
Sometimes I wonder 'bout you.
I remember your smiling face so bright
The brilliance of your eyes,
reflecting every light.
I think about the dances we had
Even the things about you
that made me kinda mad
I remember that joint we shared.
I remember how you couldn't even think clear, but neither could I.
I remember knowing what you were trying to say. I remember you staring off into space.
And when I spoke to you
Sittin there wonderin'
'bout the things you're going through.
Not about me, but all about thee.
Telling me your fables,
'bout things I knew
you were never able -
to do,
but you said you pulled through.
As I looked at your face,
me in the back seat,
you in the front place -
your runnin' the race
(me following closely behind).
I wondered about what it was you were thinkin'
and I even analyzed
what it was you were drinkin'.
Sipping on the vodka from the store,
you were always on the verge,
thirstin' for more.
Lets get a four-ty
"No that wouldn't be cla-ssy"
Lets get some a-cid
"No that shit's blasted"
Lets get some ecstasy
"Oh what a lot a fun that would be"
So we rolled up to the hotel room,
popped a green triangle,
and our minds went *boom*
And away we went,
our whole night spent,
contimplating
nothing and
everything.
I was thinking
that
I was tha' king.
I stood up on the bed and declared, that I only loved those with red hair.
Everyone else could eat me,
come on and go ahead
and try ta beat me.
Cause I can't feel no pain,
not even a sensory perception, in my brain.
Sometimes I wonder what it is I was actually feeling?
Was it just seretonin
or some kindly cosmic explosion.
BRAIN EROSION!
From within, full of sex and sin.
It radiated in my actions
in my *sighs* of satisfaction.
I would have gone down on you lady in a second flat,
didn't care about nothing
but warmth and baby fat.
Let me put my fingers there (on your face)!
And my tounge most everywhere (another place)!
Cause I'm feelin' more than good, sensory perception at it's highest, but I can't even feel! Lets do all sorts of bad and nasty stuff up in the bathroom!
And I would have kept going if I didn't have to take a shit,
caused I passed the mirror
and took a look in it.
Low and behold there I was standing
hunched over,
like a wilted,
mowed-over
four leaf clover.
You know the good kinds,
before the DXM,
standing in front of the mirror
I didn't recognize him...
When I look back I understand I was detatched. Disconnected by the power of that hatch.
That forced open receptor,
up in the brain,
making me insane -
little by little.
And so I start to play with definition.
I did this, just to justify my inhibition.
What is love, and how do we define it?
What is pain and how can we mis-align it?
Am I doing wrong
or simply doing right?
It's just how you look at it,
and with what kind of light!
It was a revelation that was lost on me.
I abused this idea to eat more ec-sta-cy.
Instead of trying to use my mind to influence the culture.
Instead I used my mind to be influenced by the culture.
I ask what kind of culture it is that gives you such free reign,
to do whatever kind of abusive shit you have up caught up in your brain?
____________
I spent 3 years in Vallejo. I had to learn how to flow to save my life in that city
It's a little bit of a rap. Let me hear your responces
Pyro - Tim
Sometimes I wonder 'bout you.
I remember your smiling face so bright
The brilliance of your eyes,
reflecting every light.
I think about the dances we had
Even the things about you
that made me kinda mad
I remember that joint we shared.
I remember how you couldn't even think clear, but neither could I.
I remember knowing what you were trying to say. I remember you staring off into space.
And when I spoke to you
Sittin there wonderin'
'bout the things you're going through.
Not about me, but all about thee.
Telling me your fables,
'bout things I knew
you were never able -
to do,
but you said you pulled through.
As I looked at your face,
me in the back seat,
you in the front place -
your runnin' the race
(me following closely behind).
I wondered about what it was you were thinkin'
and I even analyzed
what it was you were drinkin'.
Sipping on the vodka from the store,
you were always on the verge,
thirstin' for more.
Lets get a four-ty
"No that wouldn't be cla-ssy"
Lets get some a-cid
"No that shit's blasted"
Lets get some ecstasy
"Oh what a lot a fun that would be"
So we rolled up to the hotel room,
popped a green triangle,
and our minds went *boom*
And away we went,
our whole night spent,
contimplating
nothing and
everything.
I was thinking
that
I was tha' king.
I stood up on the bed and declared, that I only loved those with red hair.
Everyone else could eat me,
come on and go ahead
and try ta beat me.
Cause I can't feel no pain,
not even a sensory perception, in my brain.
Sometimes I wonder what it is I was actually feeling?
Was it just seretonin
or some kindly cosmic explosion.
BRAIN EROSION!
From within, full of sex and sin.
It radiated in my actions
in my *sighs* of satisfaction.
I would have gone down on you lady in a second flat,
didn't care about nothing
but warmth and baby fat.
Let me put my fingers there (on your face)!
And my tounge most everywhere (another place)!
Cause I'm feelin' more than good, sensory perception at it's highest, but I can't even feel! Lets do all sorts of bad and nasty stuff up in the bathroom!
And I would have kept going if I didn't have to take a shit,
caused I passed the mirror
and took a look in it.
Low and behold there I was standing
hunched over,
like a wilted,
mowed-over
four leaf clover.
You know the good kinds,
before the DXM,
standing in front of the mirror
I didn't recognize him...
When I look back I understand I was detatched. Disconnected by the power of that hatch.
That forced open receptor,
up in the brain,
making me insane -
little by little.
And so I start to play with definition.
I did this, just to justify my inhibition.
What is love, and how do we define it?
What is pain and how can we mis-align it?
Am I doing wrong
or simply doing right?
It's just how you look at it,
and with what kind of light!
It was a revelation that was lost on me.
I abused this idea to eat more ec-sta-cy.
Instead of trying to use my mind to influence the culture.
Instead I used my mind to be influenced by the culture.
I ask what kind of culture it is that gives you such free reign,
to do whatever kind of abusive shit you have up caught up in your brain?
____________
I spent 3 years in Vallejo. I had to learn how to flow to save my life in that city
It's a little bit of a rap. Let me hear your responcesPyro - Tim
