歌词
Vocal cords still sharp
As a sword swallower
But these days everyone just wants
More followers
But these days everyone wants more
I call em Olivers
Uncommon I'm a philosopher
A little rough around the edges puffin on conifer
Weary eyed wondering wanderer
Skilled but with thoughts to conquer
No matter how I look at time
It still feels squandered
Where did you go and when
How has your time been spent
Was it with your family
Or was it more with your friends
Is there a light in the tunnel
When this whole living thing ends
So many things, we cannot know
All my life I've seen stars in the snow in the daytime
It encouraged me to say lines
And put pen to paper
As glory to a caper
To make my lifes labour
To find out what the fuck causes other souls behaviors
I used to run on anger
Archetypical head banger
Stayed away from danger
Prototypical poet for a while I got off it
Always overly cautious
Spent two fucking years living deep inside the office
The world got silver screened
And I lost myself indeed
In the rhythm of the chaos
Where you think much and say not
Then think less and spray thoughts
When will this program be canceled
Yeah
Im feeling mad as a hatter
Or as a cat
That always seems to land on its back
Or as a hobbit that couldn't get back again
Or wasn't there in the first place
I need a beat in the worst way
Just take a peak what the verse say
Not every word perse
Lines were made to read between
Not surf and swerve the margins
I'm doing what I love
Never begging any pardons
A simple love of poetry
And rhythm it just flows with me
Run around with lotus petals falling out my pockets