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So Heavy
02:19
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Hello-You probably love it when I’m shallow
bury my intelligence like a rumour with my Gallows
humour - ruin my beautiful blue mood like a boomerang
pearly white smile on my dial-you rang?
Here I am flashing fangs like a crocodile
my heart beta-blocking I been rockin round the clock awhile
Mr bloodshot blue eyes Rank Sinatra
Parched my mouth more desert than Etran Finatawa
Walk tall with shortfalls make with the small-talk
My silver-tongue-ware I wanna stab ‘em with a small fork
All talk no brain or grain of substance
how to win friends and influence people be a dumb dunce
I hunts once for stunners then get munted become a blunt
instrument
instantly bummed out I’m not into it
When did the price of niceties become such a heavy levy
Why I got to be so heavy
Why? why? why? why? Why’s he got to be so heavy?
Why? why? why? why? Why’s it got to be so heavy?
Heavy like a stone heart - Heavy like the weather
Heavy like the metal with unsettling black leather
Heavy like the testes of a celebrated celibate
Heavy like the belly of an overdeveloped elephant
Heavy like a weapon -Heavy like a lead Zeppelin
Heavy like a seven day bender on pseudoephedrine
Heavy like a dead weight/ a blind date / race hate
Heavy like evolution the weight of the great apes
Heavy like a promise heavy like a guilty conscience
Heavy like the bevy that’ll knock you unconscious
Heavy like the burden of the everyday slaves
Heavy like the scarred hard marble harbouring our graves
Heavy like Decades as we blaze across the ages
like my pen strokes floatin’ over A4 pages
like the need for the creed By All Means Necessary
Thats why we organise and bring it back back so heavy
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Nature's Child
03:06
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All outa water South of the Border
No reception on my celly the phone-box is out of order
Back into the desert on my skin and bones Nag
Vultures waiting to assault the both of us - go tag
Signs says GO BACK rockin’ Skull n Crossbones
Croonin' my lost poems, strumming with the Boss-tone
If we don't make it across the next Valley we're lost
But aside from my Hoss don't give a toss though
Sun blinds us, Death stalks behind us
The Heat-Bleached Roadkill ready to remind us
Mortality moves through our new reality
exposed out in the open, a true shooting gallery
Escaped the Gallows for an arrow with my name on it
Not even a shallow grave for my remains Fallin'
down in the night to feed the Voracious Desert
Won't write my Last Rites never see me Hesi-
Tate navigate through the resident snakes
give 'em all the Heavy Weather head severed with a stake
through their serpentine bodies frying hot on the campfire
Wildfire in my eyes like the Kerosene lamp-wire
Wind through the Tundra the distant thunder
protected by my body-bag swag that I'm under
Wake up with a Lone Wolf keeping my feet warm
Him and Me, Two lost Souls under a Freak Storm
Night Sky a Thousand Eyes blinded by the cloud cover
The Earth Ridge surrounds us like a Proud Mother
Close my eyes let my dreams take me down under
Land of the Spirits I'm distilling some profound wonder
cut and run Canine Companion right there
To guide my travels Guard me from the Nightmares
The same way I'll protect him in the Waking Hours
Rhythm of the Rain showers awakening my latent powers
See for miles and miles through the Deep Night
Sparks fly under our feet and still we keep tight
Earth speaks directions - under its protection
Waking memories of Dreams of Resurrection
When I awake my companions gone
like the Storm and the Sinister Threat, I travel on
Now the Only Eyes I feel upon me are protective
Move on the Objective with True perspective
A new Revival not just Survival
Opening my mind just to cop a third-eyefull
Circling the Sky Birds-Eye to spot Danger
Guardian Angel brings it home on the Ranger
Now do you get it? Prey becomes Predator
For sure, the Jaws of Death are mixing metaphors
and I'm better off heeding the Call of the Wild
Because I'm nothing more than Nature's Child
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Chris Bass Adelaide, Australia
Performing literally 100s of gigs both in Adelaide & interstate from the early 1990s and appearing in over 30 releases as
musician, lyricist or producer, Chris Bass should need no introduction.
First hip-hop crew 9th Circle 1992.
Bands: Capital F, Bliss, Chimera#9, Crisp, Loaded Zilla and more.
2003 - Defenders -DJ Snair & Flak released "Self Defence" in 2004. Now solo MC w. collaborators.
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