Can you believe in what you can't see at a long distance?
Something's wrong, different, like early stages of autism
Small children with birth defects
The earth's rejects
Sporting the dunce but we artistic
The narcissists, the architects and tall christians
All dissin cause I ain't have no Bar Mitzvah
(I'm still the man)
And what you lack is what I call wisdom
(I'm feeling it)
To get it back that's when I call Mister
Cause a lot of y'all I can't fuck with
Can't be trusted dumb shit
Motives suspect
And who would think that your best friend
Would be your worse enemy and your enemy your best friend?
Stare into the air - inspiration from the weed
They laugh as my thumbs bleed
But I pay em' no mind, though
I pay em' no mind
I gotta keep moving, nah, I ain't got the time...
When I jump in, in a place that feels appropriate
Time slows down, like I'm up to my ears in opiates
I'm an intergalactic hobo searching for a soundscape to call my own little utopia, and
I weave 'em together as one
Though never will I claim to be a laureate
Barely literate in my DeLorean
Casually gliding in some sort of cosmic haze after losing all coordinates
Stressing these whiskers grey
Would be a waste of time and energy that I cannot replace, so
The glide be taken in stride
With the green-label Visine sitting by my side
Watchin' for deer in high beams, y'always catch a few
But they don't dip - it's all beef, no au jus
I pay 'em no mind though, I pay 'em no mind
I gotta keep movin', nah, I ain't got the time...
Mixing space funk, jazz and warped soul, “Everything’s Fine” is a fluid masterpiece that’s very much of the moment. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 29, 2018