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D.I.Y.
03:26
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I trust the city will do me no harm
I trust your hands strike like mine
I blame my insomnia if it doesn't leak art
When the 'do it yourself' is for someone else
I saw myself walking down Fordham road
In some words I've written with a forgotten tone
And it has been stated sold as advertised
live information brought here to die
I trust the city cause there is no shell
my freedom poems will be vintage hell
Don't start your arguments just to be done
you can't celebrate your martyrdom when you're gone
Since we are all leverage
In a news channel's bed
with a news' poll distance
offering me what is best.
Don't act like you know me
You are one to obsess
with your transparent bigotry
about realms you can't posses.
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2. |
Through Our Door
03:32
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Living just has to be
whatever we may need
To make things work out
sometimes you shout too loud
I hope your patience is not short
many farewells I have known
One from you for sure
will undoubtedly hurt the most
Will you settle with me
knowing you could meet
A thousand better men
a thousand better men
You know its gonna be hard
for me to bring cash
through our door
cause I hate my job
I just cant explain now
I promise to clean up
Is not complicated
I just wanna write songs till I die
I'll write you a million songs before I die.
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Run Into Your Maybes
03:19
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Battery One Dollar got drunk before the show
everyone headed towards the door.
Battery One Dollar went down to record
the songs just sounded a bit off.
Battery One Dollar has gotten too old
We'll never make it in this world.
But we'll hide ourselves in the kindness of your hearts
the one place we got,
To run run around run into your maybes
Run run around run run run baby.
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Near Geneva
02:38
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Somewhere In The Bronx
03:23
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Those evangelists with their microphone
are way to loud or am I too close
Plus an ice cream truck who won't move along
has parked just outside while cars alarms go off
Its a good rap song but blasted loud as fuck
my guitar joins the noise somewhere in the Bronx.
Then Coco comes and barks at all dogs
from the window that I just can't shut
cause the heat melts bad into worse
If I go mad
it serves me right
cause I drank
my getaway cash
Its a shouting match only rain will put out
Dead Indians dance, dead Indians rain dance
In your afterlife, in your afterlife.
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Yes you may jingle my song
it could sell by the bunch
Its alright, ain't nothing wrong
cause Dylan sells Ipods
We've all become affordable whores
ornaments on stock
What would Dylan write
if I was his canvas.
But this ain't an altruistic smile
tough I could smile for a while
As soon as you pay me
you can have my service, you can have my service.
You can rent a cervix.
Its alright Ma
I'm only expanding my audience
No longer bleeding
Just busy here being.
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Spoilers Of The Now
03:03
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This must be the height of the decline
while we drink and sing, songs of our purgatorial life
We all do what we do to wash away our blues.
And this gardens of debts with their stemmed cigarettes
are lit by desire to forever burn in the fire
I assume it must be good to be relevant demanding truce.
When forever fades and it rains curtains of grey
our beaten beating hearts could not synchronize
The lesson we were to lose, we're the green and purple of the bruise.
Since we know Egyptian folklore
Has us where it wants to
Who are we to not go along
But first get us a job, a food in plate type of JOB.
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10. |
Surrogate To None
05:04
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Sorry my friends but I must say
We all talk where is not our place
What matters to me is to just let it be
can't analyze every theme
What makes a right a 'right' is the right to avoid
what I wont just own in saliva and voice
In time my friends we all could say
we talk just too much shit
So sell it to me the will of the free
a transcript that arranges your need
But you talk too, much too while I'm drunk
And you kill my buzz which is getting harder to afford
A seance was fix for the logic priests
the authorities that could intervene
they all agree what I had for long perceived
That you talk too, much too while I'm drunk
And you kill my buzz which is getting harder to afford
To whom I know and to strangers
May I be surrogate to none
I am flesh and poetry
of the cheapest kind
just a passer by
with my bones.
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Battery One Dollar Bronx, New York
From The Bronx New York, Battery One Dollar
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This album has great beats and Insanate's rhymes are really impressive, he dominates his syllables. Favorite tracks are "Under The Circumstances", "Thinner", and "My Trip To Canada". And It's Free
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