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Wet Feet
03:06
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Rise in the morning to the brand new sun
feel the fresh air crawl around my tongue
got the widest eyes from gettin' my feet wet;
don't worry baby, didn't lose my head.
Doin' what I can to extend the dream,
ain't tryna fall victim to the number scheme
shit man, no digit's gonna master me
got a place off the map, yeah, that's where I be.
Oh, I'm quite aware of what goes on 'round here
After all this time...
I ain't gettin' any younger tryna open your eyes
The ground won't bend where you pound
I got a million visions hittin' up your ears with a sound.
So what's the stronger punch? Which one'll get you drunk?
I got you buzzin' but you know it ain't ever enough.
I don't get down with them gimmick speakers
catch me crawling 'round your town with the deepest creatures
sittin' in New Jerz on the side of the war
I was in it for a minute but slipped out that door...
Oh, I'm quite aware of what goes on 'round here
After all this time...
I ain't gettin' any younger tryna open your eyes
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2. |
Radical Rattlesnake
03:09
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I wanna go just you and me
wanna get across that sea
wanna walk down the darkest street at night
and kick it with the trees
they say i ain't got time to waste
but i can spend mine anyplace
i made a couple friends along my way
and that shit can go for days...
(catchy pop noises)
Got some liquor in my step
haven't found direction yet
but i went looking for some answers in a bottle of gin
and got caught up in that mess
and it blacked my sight
oh, i was tripped up all night
in the city of sin with a head that's stacked
empty pockets
straight fucking the system back (here's to you, Joey Hunt<3)
(catchy pop noises)
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3. |
Salvation
03:14
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it's time you find out where I've been
last night I walked toward salvation
and drank the water but I didn't feel no different...
I'll be changing routines soon
been looking for some magic or some mind-bent spoons
but I can't get no truth, kid
I need something my hands could grip...
so come walk my way
stare the sun straight in the face
I'm climbing up to taking it's place
ain't no prayers to hear
just empty space
ow ow owwww
thinking over smoke
hands up on the ropes
tryna hang a little but looser than before
with that sunlight in my eyes
I ain't no shadow of an old design
and when it all grows to size
where you gonna hide?
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4. |
Buddha Man
06:05
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I watch that moonlight through the screen
it turns your body blue
now I'm entangled in a dream
with somebody who believed in me
I ain't never gonna understand what you feel inside
but life's a little bit short now baby and you know we're just wasting all our time.
Now maybe you should make a friend with Jesus Christ
but if not we got the Buddha in the bag and you know thats right, free your mind
I think it's time you swallow your pride and take a chance with your old man
'cause you don't know when your old buddy Jesus Christ will take him from your hands...
"Last Thoughts of 2009"
Touched what they call gold: felt nothing
Stole the cold right off the metallic surface.
I, connecting worth to the worthless
Where’s your value sitting?
Can’t judge mine on price tags or plastic crap, shit
Everybody wants the world at their fingertips
But never wants to lift more than that.
What happened to days when we made tracks?
Ran through all sorts of miles and maps?
Fuck screens and new jeans, break those limits and feel serene
No digital ruler’s gonna keep me inside the box like my freezer with ice cream.
Wasn’t made to be consumed but to do the consuming,
Catch me floating off the atlas with every single movement.
Brain waves, but not saying hello
Trying to get these hipster cats out of my face and shatter the fucking mold.
“Make shit make sense”
The common kind that’s been hiding in your mind,
You blocked it ‘cuz you’d rather sell it out for a few dimes,
What a poor design.
I got Egyptian Pyramid equation type logic inside,
Keeps me content when I finally rest my head to shut my eyes.
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5. |
No Duermo
03:49
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darling when them flowers bloom
have you got a little space with some extra room?
I've been dying for a bed
been running from the sleep so long, honey
you'd swear that it was death
when it rocks
it rolls
it creeps around my soul
I get down thinkin' 'bout that pay
scraping up some change
to make it through my day
just like the fucking sleep
that I've been fighting off
can't tell if it's chasing me
or if I'm just catching up
when it rocks
it rolls
it creeps around my soul
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6. |
The Mind Reels
03:15
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got some new skin
I can vanish
got the freshest spells, honey
but you're never gonna find them if you're looking there
potions in my hands
conjured in the sand
on a quest for sphinx knowledge
doing anything just tryna understand:
how the earth can speak
breathing into me
now it's in my mouth
but my tongue ain't gonna let no secrets out...
on the whitest horse
on the darkest street
quiet up your mouth
I've got my own beliefs
I ain't got no God
I got my own two feet
they take me where I want
whenever I need
when this shit blows up
where you gonna be?
just let me know, maybe we can meet
everyone 'round here's got the blue disease...
me and all my friends
ain't duped by the rules that they made for our heads
my love, she keeps me cool
she helps me break out when I'm caught in the blues
I got the thinnest pockets to show
keep it running in the rain or the snow
here's your cat
there's your cradle
but I'm just busy, busy, busy on the smoothest flow
make a living out of loose change
full of magicians and the strangest things
reflecting on what I've been told
when I'm swimming in the water
like I swim in the smoke
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7. |
Elevate
04:52
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First time I ever saw your face:
clouds bowed and made the weather change
now there ain't no rain to find
sunny skies up inside my mind
then you went and made the heavens shake
tied, falling down with my mistakes
you must've been a child'a-grace
the way your smile go and switch the night to day...
Checked the mail, had a postcard waitin'
smelled the perfume and my breath was taken
how cruel that you would go and leave me behind
if it's lovin' that you're needing then just come back to me
without you in my life, well I been dying slowly
Just ask around, it ain't hard to see
I know we're destined saw it mentioned in the prophecy...
Where you from, where you been?
only concerned with the dirt your feet are stuck in.
I'm tryna lamp under bluest skies
you know I found the love hiding in the greenest eyes
ain't interested in paper-chasing
that bullshit that they gotcha makin'
then they go cuttin' in on your vacation
I just slip 'em the pill, cut out, change faces...
You can't catch me now
standing back watching your imagination drown
into a sound of the words that you tried to live your life around...
You know it's funny trying to diagnose you
I know I ain't no doctor and I'm not supposed to
but, you're looking ill indeed
and I'm your cure baby
I got what you need
...and I could be your medicine.
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9. |
Antwan the Don
01:59
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Chocolate Bread New Jersey
Chocolate Bread (el chocolaté) was an experimental/soul group based out of Union, NJ from 2009-2012. Known for their high
energy live shows, prolific sets, and dedicated fan base, they were a staple of the underground NJ music scene.
contact: chocolatebreadband@gmail.com
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