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Flobots
Flobots


Background information
Origin Denver, Colorado, USA
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Alternative Hip-Hop
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Universal Motown Records Group
Universal Republic Group
Website Website
Members
Jamie Laurie
Stephen Brackett
Mackenzie Gault
Andy Guerrero
Jesse Walker
Kenny Ortiz



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Flobots Album


Survival Story (03/16/2010)
03/16/2010
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White Flag Warrior (feat. Tim McIlrath of Rise Against)
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Infatuation (feat. Matt Morris)
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The water level's rising
The water level's rising
Everyone alive sing
Who will turn the tide
Bring about land grabs
Sand bags bring'em out
It's hard to yell with the Atlantic in your mouth

Cracks in the surface
Cracks in the surface…
Tck tck tck tck…

One becomes two becomes three becomes four
Our soundwaves run your city like parkour
Provokin' encores but we know you want more
That's what we're doing this for
Four becomes three becomes two becomes one
The metamorphosis cannot be undone
We burst forth from the land toward the sun

And transform
The advance has begun

Like Mary J
I'm oBliged
To hollerate and prophesy
Nostradamus on the topics
Often dropped
On open mics
When both sides are vocalized
The crowd spits
The dopest lines
Efforts gain significance
Like overdrives
Of dopamine

Rappers act like they smell like roses
Suffer from chronic halitosis
Their hazardous sadistic recipes are out of focus like a cloud of locusts
Plus their rhymin style is atrocious
We're supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

With a hand motion
We stand revolting
We're calling out all Emperors in no clothing
Intelligence quotient
Amassed to challenged oceans
Outlast the isms, ists, ologies and slogans

These narcissists forget to do their exercise
Confused by what success implies
Name drop successive tries

In drive thrus to get extra fries
Emancipating free speech when I run my mouth
Terminal cancer patients say “Hey when's the C.D. coming out?”

Break it down to the essence of raw

One two check the mic, Stephen's like, every guy
Walk tall in the hallways
And make note of which ones step aside
Left and right, guess my pride
Of lying is probable pesticide
Infected by the viruses that bedbugs are infested by
Rhyming enigma I keep ‘em guessing
My rhymes are like ribbons when
I wrap the present
Recapture lessons
The ancestors prefaced
In deference to how we
Break it down to the essence
‘Cause there're cracks in the surface
Nobody wants to see ‘em
Strategic wargames don't call ‘em human beings
They call ‘em like they want ‘em for a prop in their battlerap
But Solomon and Math will dap after
Play the track backwards 'cause there's too much death energy
Let it be a muse sing to your best enemy
Never let it be your task master
Let's finish things alive with oppression and disaster diminishing

. . .


It's the F-L-O-B-O-T-S
What did you expect?
You wanted us to move you right to left
Live and direct…

Butterfly wing flap whole thing change
One look two different book same page
Front on the range but the beat's contage
Stuck to your feet for 3, 4 days

It's real too real like film projectors
Bend the letters
To find the nectar
It is effective
It will protect ya
From them spectres
Don't let ‘em get ya

How'd they escape the rat race?
How'd he make that sound with that bass?
The roof is ablaze so break the glass case
Song so big affect the tax base

Don't drink the potion
Split the ocean
Holy moses
Pharaoh's forces
Let my people go with purpose
Turn the tide with forward motion

How does it feel to unglue?
Where do you think we've come to?
What does it take to follow through?
Who is it making you move?

Heavens to murgatroyd
The situations purgatory
Brer Rabbit's stories
Burn categories
The allegory is Adam's story
On the eve of something glorious
Us against them
Won't bust the system
But trust the pistons
The engines misspent
Our thrust is intense
Combustive intent

Boom Jonny 5 better yet Juan Cinco
Rhetoric rep for my Colorado lingo
Whatever preterit's wet by my ink flow
Is spelled out B4 (Bingo!)
Get it?
Because I Never Get Outwitted
Bold-faced type all capped like a fitted
Make ya move even if you're arthritic
Something that you thought I wouldn't do, I did it!

How does it feel to unglue?
Where do you think we've come to?
What does it take to follow through?
Who is it making you move?

It's the F-L-O-B-O-T-S
What did you expect?
You wanted us to move you right to left
Live and direct…

It's a quilombo!
With Kenny O on the drum roll
We rocket like Dikembe Mutombo
Djembe to bongo to MPC
We unload and win MVP
So let's be old fashioned
Put the beat on blast
And leave a lil' something like a geocache
And if anybody wanna smurf wif me
We can take this to the nursery
Like hickory dickory rhyme so slippery

This emcee that emcee
Wish they could switch currencies like a battery
Disbelieve flattery
Realistically it can just be a smattering
To sit and watch the needle peak with Mario C
Reppin CO and 303
Speak up girl even if it's what's they're against
Do the Hellen Keller and confront male arrogance

. . .


That was as far as the tide came in
I remember the starfish and the wails of the sirens then
We replaced the tridents, embraced Poseidon
And discovered ourselves living on an island

We flow like water across the lost city
Chalk prophecies and washed off graffiti
In continents
Trade off for payoff
And high concepts then lost to chaos
Many tales radiate from one nexus
Defending a dream of a new directive
A call from the deep sums up a notion
The day when the people bum rushed the ocean

From the beaches they ran to meet the day after
Underneath the waves won't repeat the same chapter
Knew what they had to do

That which creates life has power to take it right back
Fucking with the icecaps
We've gotta push the tide back
We can survive collapse if we don't get sidetracked
If we visualize living underwater hidden by prisms
Countries fall but people transition if one for all we live in that vision
Hundred dollar bill origami
Balloon inflation new world economy
We float on tsunami to global warming
We need structures to control what's coming
Corporate monopolies obsolete
The philosophy leaves us lost at sea
But from Marwar to Cochabamba
We are the warriors that won't get conquered
‘Cause rising tides drown all villages
Divided fighters succumb to pillage
Rescuers whatever your latitude
It's time to pioneer a new world attitude
Put local cycles first we're Global Islanders with nothing left to plunder

From the beaches they ran to meet the day after
Underneath the waves won't repeat the same chapter
Knew what they had to do

(Alert the law alternate nations train in the streets
Act to limit all non-transparent industries so
We must defend Atlantis
Anchor the land and never transform into seas
Assets to liquify all netted toxic indices so
We must defend Atlantis)

For centuries human beings have pursued the meaning of Atlantis
Central to their teaching is that it's existence answers man's essential questions
Much like the feeding of the 5,000
Even if the facts aren't accurate the story's magic is alive

Of utmost importance to convert the impertinent
Atlantis holds the answer to man‘s ills at their most pertinent
Aspersions easily dispersed when I certainly answer
The most diverse aversions when I firstly channel _

Is this all that you hold
For a warriors role
The ground shakes
You claim my country not my soul
I fought I toiled, for the lost in the waves I will not tire
I die no slave
If the seas my grave
I sleep with my city
My people my oath
My shame my city is that
I cannot save my city
From waves that claim you
And curse the gods who can't explain
Who to blame
At the end of the reign
Heed me
The season passes Atlas
His keeps in the sediment
Failing monumentally
And leaving no monuments to see
Only sea to shining sea

(Assess the loss as new tidal inundations surface
Amidst the legions are now thousands in starfish
We must defend Atlantis
As the land acquiesces no tears in sympathy
Address the legacy and never treat it separately
Access telepathy last as neverending transcendency…)

And survival hinged on an attempt by the humble
And the sirens wailed as the empire crumbled…

With nothing left to plunder corporations drowned
Waves clapped like thunder and stormed the gates with sound
Forming a new nation now

As the icecaps melted water levels rose
We raised our hands together and made the levees hold
Heals in the sand we revealed the depths below

The population of starfish exploded from the ocean
Survival we unified to focus on
And the voices were many but we spoke as one

As the tale was retold we multiplied
And swelled across the faultlines to halt the tide
We let the altars die to keep our pulse alive

And from the barren wastelands of naked trash
We stitched together a shelter from fallen nation's flags
And chose to build a future from an ancient past

The crowns of thorns was worn we put the tritons down
We found new forms of anchors deep inside the ground

The world is an island now

. . .


If I hadn't been a quiet introspective kid
If I hadn't been a nerd wouldn't have met with him
If we hadn't observed we be the best of friends
That preferred the spoken word to the toke and binge
If momma hadn't died when I was young
Would me and sis have been so tight from jump
If dad had not lost his mind to a disease
Would I be up here askin ya'll to notice me

In the dark times didn't know where the path went
I was close to the edge like Grand Master Flash said
It was the hands of my friends who held me back

Yes
Without them I'd MJ keep slide'n backwards
Or be a hypocrite like some others have been
If that and the other hadn't happened
I don't know that I'd be Brer Rabbit
Askin how many ifs between hero and has-been?

If I had only known that I would be a lamb to the slaughter
now I know

If I hadn't grown up in the 80's
Experiencing the various things that made me
Would I still be standing center stage
Trying to innovate new ways to demonstrate
If mommy daddy hadn't turned off Mork and Mindy
To inform us divorce was pending
Would him and me have spent these 23 years in a frenzy
Moving back and forth with such forceful energy
I remember when I was a little baby
Lying there alone on my pillow casing
Upset already I could feel the aging
The urge to return was debilitating
And maybe I'm still afraid and need to
Cry a little harder for the world of play things
Stop looking back on these silly day dreams
Sing along with me if you feel the same way

If I had known what awaited was unplanned
If I had known the blade was in a loved one's hand
If I had known of the possible injury
If I had known the altar was meant for me
Now I know nobody can predict events
Now I know there's cracks in the picket fence
Now I know that something else can exist
Now I know a life can be built from this
If I had known emotions would still remain
If I had known that time wouldn't heal the pain
If I had known the intent of the injury
If I had known the altar wasn't meant for me
Now I know there's treasure hidden in these scars
Now I know there's presence in an empty yard
Now I know what it took for me to survive
Now I know where to go to become alive

. . .


We request to negotiate
We come to you unarmed
We desire to communicate
You cannot do us harm

They want sacrifice
They hatch schemes and ask me to follow their path to the afterlife

I've got an appetite
For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by

New metaphors
View that are better for you can't survive if I'm your competitor

Rise together or fight separate wars
I pray I'm never forced to be a predator

Spectres spectate
We wont last
They glad to hate
When gladiators
Breathe their last
Scream en masse
When the dreams do clash
Like the swords in the wars
Let me bleed on that
But they feed on that
Say we need strong backs
Call us weak
If we don't redeem contracts
But the feast wont last
When this beast attacks
The sons and the fathers
Will be free at last

This is love this is not treason

They see sharks in the estuary
They claim the arc's Bartholomew's
They say war is necessary
But we say war is child abuse

We'd rather make our children martyrs than murderers
We'd rather make our children White Flag Warriors

Core-to-core
Were the ones
We've been waiting for
We hold steady
Steadier than stevedores
Not tevias or matadors
On matters of what came before
Forgive the debts
To settle scores
Test the mettle
Either ore
Whats your plan got to do with me
If the bell tolls let freedom ring
And find new ways if we must be King
Instead of leading the young to our suffering

We pass testaments down scream back at heaven
For testing us like Wednesdays at eleven
Wanna recruit and train us to act evilly?
Save it for the shooting range and smack DVDs
Won't study war no more this millennium
It's never again to me or anyone
So think harder when you refer to us
Rather make our children martyrs than murderers

They shell dwellings to quell the shelling
They lift taboos to seduce the cowards
They say we're too yellow-bellied
But we say we're the new superpower

We seek waivers to not be liable
We claim to speak for a higher truth
We stand opposed to the homicidal
We tell you you're fireproof

. . .


By the time you get this message
I will be behind the wheel
Watching dotted yellow hexagrams stretch into the dark
Left hand surfing on iced tinged winds
Chewing up a cardboard box

Singing at lung top
One stop left 'til I meet you in the concourse
St. Louie encore
Do we have a shot?
Caught
No dwelling on the thought
Of what the hell we haven't got
So I'm headed from the dot to the spot
Where your plane touches down
For a six hour layover
Don't say a word
I found it on the map
Calculated it
Just a half a day to get from where you're not to where you will be
My hair is filthy
I'm drinking coffee
I can barely feel the trace
From the only time you kissed me on the face
Question mark space
I know you're with me underneath the starscape
Treadmill pick up our pace
Headstart on a jet in a car chase
Is this the part where my heart breaks
One asleep one awake
Back to back ‘cause you wouldn't turn towards me
Had me battling fractals keeping track of all the chords we created
Sound clash of swords
Back and forth
Couldn't poke through the sash
Slash through the plasterboard
You packing your passport
Me on a crash course to show you that I have the passion that you asked for
Flooring the gas trying a fast forward fifteen months
I'll see you once the sun shines through the glass above the dashboard

The stars I see aren't even there
It's only light in the air

By the time you get this message I'll be either on my second flight
Or already all the way to my destination
Ridiculous that I could honestly expect you waiting at the gate when I arrive
A sixteen hour drive
I've been feeling so silly going on now several months
As our obsession runs together
And whoever comes to have you I'll be jealous of
And when above all else you put her I'll know what it was to feel so needed
Sorta wish that I was more of a romantic and could give you back the utmost
But I've never seen it up close
From everything that I can tell there are several possibilities
Maybe we‘re in love really
Maybe it's too early to really see
Maybe we're just searching for something to hold onto amidst confusion and fragility
Maybe we've lost all sensibility
Will it be come our Splendor in the Grass
When the facts have asserted themselves
And the memories pass into poetry and words that retell
What only then can we be sure that we felt
Guess I prefer to be unhappy
Or weren't you looking at me when my back became a wall
Searched for your reflection saw exactly what you saw
Two kinds of different skin
Two minds exist within
Trying to just transcend all space and time
And lift their chin and find some sense of purpose
Some sense of hope
Press my cheek against the window surface
We've been afloat
But now I'm nervous
Has this been a joke?
We're landing and it's time to close the envelope
Maybe I'll see you at the finish line

. . .


Cowboys in a spaceship
The crowd noise is wasted
Women take pics so they can seem naked
Guys tell jokes so they can see 'em naked
Church ladies vote what they perceive sacred
Proposition hatred
Phosphorous in riverbeds
Billion dollars spilled to fill esophagus with cigarettes
Philosophers plots to maul nations out of shock and awe
Generation of ideas
Children who won't talk at all
Profits fall
Chalk on walls
Years spent on prison cells
Next to die
Living hell
His twelve peers didn't exercise their privilege well
Babies raised through the glass
Bullets at the border war games take a stab
Coordinate who can pass like a paper bag
Minutes on an internet pornpage fornicate make her gag
What's the damage for the neighbor tagged by the amateur?
Water blast erase the trace of the canisters
Waterpath took the stairways left the banister
Washed over premises turned up percentages
Lost under sludge lots of revised sentences
Defense budgets padded by sandbags and sandwiches

Wasted

Drag this baggage
Hold this Damage
Cope the best that we can manage
Want solutions
Needs new standards
Cry our beauty from the ashes
To do list throw away mail go buy envelopes
Who's this coulda-been-Rhodes'-Scholar-centerfold
Every day's a resource to be sure
Its integral to rebirth from t-shirts to minerals
The ward's filthy
Search for another light in town
Nobody else home
Can't carry their same load
But I feel guilty like the flight went down
And my cell phone wasn't on airplane mode
Soy-based newsprint
Blackmarket foodstamps
Poison in the Pete moss
Suffocated beatbox
B-boys in detox
Corrugated cardboard
Lockheed lobbyists floor debating star wars
Yeast and fungi
Springtails ants and nematodes
Sawdust yellowcake
Organics decompose
Bokashi EM-inoculated wheat bran
Toxic compounds broken down under coffee ground
Ancient carcasses in the sphagnum lost and found
Empty cartridges from a magnum
Tossed into agricultural lime rockflour and seaweed meal
Bioremediate man-made molecules

Wasted

Ashes to eggshells
Woodchips to whiskers
Anything we can mess up we can fix up
Sword to plowshare
Soiled from beneath the trash
Detroit red into El-Hajj Malik Shabazz
Oildrum to steelpan
Prisoner to Gramsci
Rose from the concrete
Reverse the flows of the Ponzi schemes
Cripwalk to a conscious beat
Hip-hop is a compost heap
Gangsters to gardeners
Rivals into partners
Fanatics to reformers
Felons into farmers
Inmates to fathers of innercity scholars
Poptart to salad
Teens into college
Lawns into restaurants
Centerfold models to artists
Police abuse to catharsis
Street sergeants into peace departments
Thousand dollar bills to green for all markets
Backlots to blacktops and cashcrops for have nots
Metal into scrap shops
Jobs for the cast-offs
Crackspots into earthships for urban astronauts
Reservation into reservoir
Of wisdom we used to know
Use the whole animal
Landfill to future home
Pacifist guerrillas to bazooka zones
Black hawks to attics
C-130's to superdome
Newborns on computerphones
So the smile's not wasted

. . .


Strange fruit I roll up in my ford taurus
Emissions I wont pass like Gandalf at Moria
Way out of order
Sedan with four doors
Pull out garage and lost side view mirror
My credit card final fantasy breaks the limit
I just paid just brakes to break my lemon
Wont make enough juice for my pessimism
So I'm not for given 'till my debts forgiven
Skim off the top
Convertible roofs
Thinking spanish

Green sounds like the truth
Got it on lock jaw to the tip o' the tooth
Way I floss no dental insurance to boot
But my chain hangs low, I could double dutch
Keep my eyes to the floor so don't stumble much
I shine at night from all the carrots
‘Cause it's not who you are but who you're wearing
Stay sportin lashes from the old massa's
Clasps on the neck says
“Property of the masses”
And whats under the chassis
The block is gentrified while the governor's classic
Don't know who the boss is do I hold the power
Or am I powered like horses
Whip is blowin' out my back like I'm exhaust-ed
Pipes blowin' more fire than pentecost

Who killed o?
Why and what's the reason for?
Who starts homicidal wars?
Rich man poor man either or?
Who shows us what we knead?
Who's got the bread for the luxuries?
Who told us it's ingrained?
We who hold these whips and chains

If there's no lock who needs a key?
When did we stop being free?

I see things vis a vis a sea change
Full fathom five people became remains deep beneath chains
We pay into easing these pains
‘Cause the history is difficult
Wish the results could be flipped like reciprocals
Allow me to renumerate aloud the typical rude awakenings of the drowsy consumer base
Bass boom will make the crowd sing and syncopate with the views that they're espousing
Synchronize to the stupid take a thousand
Sinning like every excuse they make is valid
Simon Williams I Wonder Man
Just how did our oil get under their sand?
And how did our homes get onto their land?
And how did our foes get guns in their hands?
Conflict diamonds
Child labor tennis shoes
Genocide energy
Gentrified gin and juice
Slave trade banks
Rape-based internet movies
What's a simple straight-laced human to do
With a strange fate twist and fame
Except talk shit and name off a list of gains
But do you realize I'd find my lips in flames
If I tried to take pride in these whips and chains

Who holds these
Who holds these
Who holds these traps and circuses
We want it
They own it
So we're going half-berserk for it
Let's take it
Let's take it
Let's take it back before cassettes
Pepsi cans and packs of percocet
1910 all the factory workers said
Yes we can demand a weekend
If we can get the man to weaken
So if you're ready than send a beacon
To be continued and to begin
We can't be content to steep in the anaesthesia
Invisible hands of phantoms depend on
Ya fantasies have been poisoned
But we've got the panacea!

. . .


Today you don't have to be a solder

Stand down
It's okay to be as you were again

Is it a scheme?
Is it a vision?
Is it a dream?
Is it a nightmare?
Or is it a competition and if it is what if we don't fight fair
What's bald in the morning but in the evening has white hairs?
What's the cause of global warming and could it be these things right here?
I've got an idea that might not reach anyone for another light year
Got a hitlist and a cloud of witnesses which is pricier
My tears are mightier than my fears

So mighty Earth provides me hurt that I keep buried until I convert it to writing
I was wounded
I was injured
I was made to move to Denver
I was taken through a new adventure
Paint stripped from it's first fixture
I was placed in another picture
I was rushed to a new landscape

And ripped away from family scraped into a politicians mistake
And what's left of talents in chests beneath oceans
Welled up behind eyelids has yet to be salvaged
A world of emotions
A guess that it might be okay
That it could be all right if expressed today

Am I a woman raised man-machine
Damaging everything I touch by not caring enough
Or too much
Am I far flung fantasy
Setting free enmity
And making friends from enemies
And bridges for the in-betweens

For the highwayman on a low road
The tired back with a large load
The trials spanned till I found hope
And I found more
When I slo mo'ed
Enough of the back to face front
Let those in the pack of the race run
I'm needing an evener pace one too hasty
Makes mistakes
Can you carry a song
As strong as your arms can bear
That you keep from harm
And it will be there
When you go wrong
Make a heart from your bond
Your treasure is right here

. . .


We believed in love when love wasn't an option
She wanted to give birth
I wanted adoption
After days and days of conversation
We decided to go with fertilization
Then came baby showers and Lamaze classes
2AM phonecalls 1 Minute contractions
But then they whisked me away like Brigadoon
No domestic partners in the delivery room

But if I was a superhero I would break free
Wouldn't need anyone to come and save me
And you couldn't make me feel like I'm crazy
I would see my baby

If I was a superhero I would break free
And I wouldn't be imprisoned where ever you take me
I would change everyone who's trying to change me
I would see my baby

Life in an occupied land is hard
We pushed harder
Soon to be a mom
Him to be a father
Boys with guns at the checkpoint in Rafah
Wouldn't let me pass
When I said “I need a doctor!”
I don't know the source of the passport errors
Or how four hours produced a miscarriage
But when it come to populations to disparage
Gaza is on the list right below gay marriage

There's something on my heart
There's someone on my mind
I never would have thought
That I could be so angry
But please give me the patience
Please give me the patience

. . .


You played the field like a tractor
Scoped for greener pastures
But you never have scored
What you've never asked for

Met someone who made me glow
Passion was like crazy whoah
Doted on another though
So of course I let her go

Oh no my adrenal recipe's
Overloaded by phenylethlamine
If it keeps on misdirecting me
Fuck it that's gonna mean vasectomy

And when the liquor pours it's
Set the table get the door
Wrestle naked hit the floor
But I don't seek that shit no more

It's different for me
Try to tell myself a different story
This alphamale recount-the-tale bullshit can just destroy me

‘Cause what we say is what we seek
What we seek is what we get
What we get is what we give
I can't give you nothing yet

Except

Infatuation

Take these words and turn them into lies
Serve me up with food that does not feed
Satiate my every last desire
Is this the thing I want or the thing I need

He collects clips from magazines
Found them full of hollow points
Mixes Medea with the media
They both consume the young
The same old song gets sung
He wants to hang
So he gets hung
He's chasing father figures
A real son of a gun

I don't cotton to the coffin nails
Caught up quiet don't make bail
Umpteen years for move'n keys
Ironic he's locked up in jail

Outside he is idolized
My sister's class and ask the boys
They wanna just be like him and move more rocks than belts of asteroids

Better strapped and paranoid
Than in the streets without a choice
Peace of mind has been destroyed
But now he's got a louder voice

Idols lie to idle minds
Sayin' I don't mind if I got mine
If all our lies are idealized
Then all our crimes are idolized
It's

If this isn't love why does my heart hurt so bad?

You don't know why
You wanna be the man
You wanna be demanded
By other people's hands so high
You're caught up in its leaves
Make the audience freeze at the thought
But you don't know why
You wanna beat a man
You wanna be demanded
By other people hands so high
You're caught up its sleeves
Make the audience freeze
Like a body in the trees

Now everybody in the club stand still
Like a rubber band filled
With government bills

. . .


In my mind I hold the passion panacea for the poison
My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore sin
Flees from leaking wounds like rate from sinking ships
As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips
No I never asked for nothing and that's just what I got
As my pride dies before I do as I fall I'm also caught
I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams
As I fold into your presence do I now know what it means

We could get old and talk at the same time when we tell stories
If we let go impossible names rhyme in elegant poetry
But I dabble in everything
It inundates my small town
I refuse the offers extended waiting for God now
I never asked for nothing audible
So when the walls fall down and spin like waterwheels
I'll pray for something logical
So when we all drown
I can cover bald spots with yarmulkes
Drawn from extradimensional sources like in comic books
Chose your own adventure
I'm obsessing like a drug fiend
Fantasies of actors clandestinely having sex in love scenes
But why not amateurs openly sharing love in sex scenes?
Stand clear while I soak in this treasure trove of a wet dream
I can't tell what my problem is or even if there is one
Sail the celibacies much sooner than commitment
Escaping minor shake-ups but keep bracing for the big one
To make the choices obvious and save us from decisions

I juggled whimsy in a fire fight
With the inner light of fire flies
Watched dusk go indigo
And blush into a silent night
Birthed an immaculate concept
From a pregnant pause
In the august of my righteousness
Just waiting for the fall
The greater and the small
All for one and one for all
For all those s.o.s'ing we will rise to the call
I've bitten the hand that feeds and found myself bleeding
Hereby I'll only need what I need
But need'll get me out of my groove
So I move to different tunes
Sunning in warm weather by the light of blistered moons
Thirst statement inundation
Bring the monsoon
Seasoned with the spectacle of people finding tools
Appetite has grown fools
Empire has sown rules
Let's throw out craving and things with no use
People dropping jewels
Gems cant shine like our light
To air is human
So the sky is our birthright

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