Prolific - Life is Fake

| Skolevideos | Yet | Videocafe | Free TV | Online jokes |

| Free Games | Online Radio | PcPoker | Free online Tv |

Added: Feb 22, 2012

From: ProlificTelevision

Duration: 3:51

Artist: Prolific (http://www.prolificmusic.ca) Producer: Bonobo (Noctuary Instrumental) Life is fake I know that it's not real, I'm Haulden Caufield, smoking in a small field, Stare at night lights like a moth dreaming, Not seeing my flash visual black minimal cracked mausoleum, And sunrise dawn hatching till the noon breaks, Give me a suitcase cuz I feel uneasy, Like - pay respect to your asylum slum bickering friend, Or at least give him pen, (he has to write) Who's listening to what I have to say????? Those who laugh and sway....pause - then pass away, (echo) Black and grey strands deep over my stream of consciousness, I yhought it was dream (a dream) so I polished it, I run-way to the unsaved details, At sunbreak for lunch dates with love-hate females, Susan, (susannnee!) Jessica, Inez, Right until the end...... till the end... Mom - I don't believe in God... Ever since my dog died..., I've been seeing...ugh.., He used to chase his tail in the front yard...... But now's he's buried in the back yard.... Give me a shovel and shotgun and I'll take care of myself, Someone's bound to find me and take it upon himself, To bury me specially when there's a shovel beside me, And cover me lightly with whatever rubble is available, I think it'd be best for you and dad afterall, no one wants, a son with too many problems, And this way you can forget, Ya know, this way you can. forget ... I reverse the words and rehearse til church Sunday, and ride the flying v where all the birds curve one way, The first verse I'd ever blurt was slurred sunrays, But now I merge with the dirt to turn the earth's dust grey, Nerves are curved like a verb on my shirt bloodstains, Worked until the germs are jerk and occur.. just wait, This Absurd term of emergence not ready for analysis, Word it till I hack and spit paralysis, The salad fish have to swim, Moonlight murky dim waters of a 1000 leagues, Underneath whatever you got but you won't get, This no more no less, so no more progress, Just the attic window and the molding frame, And the happiness when someone knows your name... Just the attic window and the molding frame. And the happiness, when someone knows your name.... This is for you......

Channel: Music

Tags: prolific  life is fake  catcher in the rye  haulden caufield  j.d. salinger  bonobo  noctuary  existentialism  jean paul sartre  buck 65 

Rating: 5.0' max='5' min='1' numRaters='5' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#overall ( ratings)    Views: 220    Comments: 1