This is where it started
Mark it right here
Between the bathroom and the broken glass from the light beer
You dropped when you shuttered when I whispered in your right ear
I'll love you through your ups and downs and your night mares
Hold you tight through your night terrors
And dire fears
We gotta stay closer than ever in these dire times
But I'm so tired, dear
Or maybe we're just wired weird
So many mental things I can't diagnose 'em
Can't pin em down to prescribe em and dose em
But we look good tonight
Let's take pics and post em
And if they don't get enough likes let's dispose em
And the rapper was like, "I'm about to go in!"
I was like, "Go into where?"
Then the verse was boring and the song was over and I was no more self aware
Then I was when it began
Then I was when it was sang
You didn't pick up a single thing along the way
If you end up with what you brang
Bang
Who shot the sheriff
He'd still be here if he didn't collect the tariffs
Raised taxes make jack a dull boy
Got me smoking so much my skull's void
Not half full or half empty, just empty
No other angle or way to see it
Just empty
But there's some juice left
Not about who's next, or who's best
About exposing the little bits of truth left
While you 2 step
And everything changed while you drew breath
A SoHo Second in a New York minute
Let's all make some news just to see how they'll spin it
My raps got chest hair, verses fed spinach
Pop'm in the eye, the kid, he bled privilege
The kid he met grimace
Getting old south of east village
Rotting where my crib is
Started in a crib, it's
So cyclical, a cycle till it's finished
And it's finished
It's infinite
But yeah, it's finished
Seattle band Polyrhythmics perfect a mad-scientist approach to afrobeat on their latest record, switching up styles and textures as they go. Bandcamp New & Notable May 20, 2020