You don’t feel too strong for me right now
(Right now right now)
I don’t feel too much for you slow down
(Slow down)
Slow down.
Puhutakuwa forest blossomed for the florist
Modest Star
Standing on the corner in a wonder bra
A fraud a weekend flunky Junky with a funky style of dress
Till one night she felt hot lava breathe
Old stubble cigar breath
Ralph spotted her
Played the Chauffer / wound down his window to talk to her.
“Sir I don’t take rides from strangers” little did she know she end up in the waitakere ranges
The dangers of the Job latex blow job under brown her sob story thinking this life ain’t for me dust far / she jumped in his car liquid laden drunk superstars but she didn’t get far in the trunk of his car na aa
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Verse 2
No question / no motive / he just drove his mind wild
Ralph an abused child pilled the body out the car now he’s in deeper the down.
Corporate hippy heavily accented and heavily connected wearing pony tail
His powers on his sleeve carved into his issie dermis
She thrown into a dermis of hells fires tyres mark the get away
One last lung of her perfume but he’ll be in the big house soon sick individual no wonder people are scared as soon as he enters the room.
Engraved loyalties mean more to me then family.
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Verse 3
Forsaken all earthly desires she walked through the flames.
Screaming help me I need you I can’t be this brave.
There’s a grave on my stomach above on the hill the grass shine loriel green
Below stone cold indictment Ralph is bound to a life of confinement his wrinkles are aged tell a sad story for the reason he’s caged
He raged performed disgusting crimes /delinquencies missed the signs /now he lines the yard with criminal mines doesn’t act hard but for remorse he’s got a disregard he told a guard ill be write ay once I get out this stone age pit /and live life legitimate back home safe in my urban climate.
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Verse 4
She never drowned in her beer in a bar never went so far.
Every heavy hand thumping and bumping her heart it’s been like that from the start
She's a gambler too with a favourite vice a worn out tawdry balling falling dice.
She’s a gambler the world loves a gambler
On a dead end detour turning burning and yearning for hell.
Where everybody signs and she won’t stick out like a sore toe?
Anyway it’s were her mother said she’ll go I can hear her banged up beauty across the hall
And I can hear when she begins to ball.
A dreamy, jazzy beat tape with twinkling keys, bone-brittle drums, and melodies that drift and wind like boats in a stream. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2019