Vines

Текст песни Jam Baxter - Vines

Look, seems it ain't gonna take me tonight
Send my love to the lady in white
You can tell them all I'll be back ready next summer
With the same blank page, just save me a slice
Like what have I done? Who have I offended?
The skinny green bitch with the pitch black lenses
Frog venom flushed him, inspect the forensics
Unzip the sky to a swarm of detectives
Dry wretches, purge me a river
Salivary beats wail out of your face
You can take a hard left at the burning gorilla
Swing a right at the ice cold mountain of waste that
Sly snake and his feline brethren
Slipped the whole galaxy between my intestines
Shot through a spiral of barbed wire fencing
A garrison of ghouls in the moonlight resting
Who painted a billion versions of my face
On the curtains encasing the streets
And sent that man in the bowler hat
Swinging through the folds
With a blunt blue blade in his teeth
Not sure, sat there dead in the center
Are you aware that these ships are sinking?
Burning sails blanket the water in embers
What's with them thick green drinks you're drinking?
Man, allow me a sip
You seen that chick with the legs that
Stretch off deep in the distance?
Infinite fishnet sights on twelve feet
Draped in the fabric of our less existence
Nah? Guess you got commitments
Cool, I left a message with the people
Turned my insides out, shook 'em underground
Like "Come bruv, tell me which bits aren't evil"

You
You in the hat
Another bit of your drink please
That's disrespectful
Come on man
Shit

I ain't even two cups deep
So we ain't even halfway finished
Watch life bleed through the cracks in the skyline
Crawling with wide-eyed spirits
And you ain't gonna feel that face off
Unless you wanna down that chaser
Rolled up and shot through the night on a cannonball
Tell 'em all I'll be back later

The teeth in the check suit mask of the bitch slap
You gotta give it to the kitty, got skill
But he ain't gonna keep her mind locked in the corridor
Licking at the walls all night, nah chill
Besides, I've been seeing the serpentine sister
Running that chirp like a rike weed
Running as she wrinkles, I'm worse than a scotch fiesta
As a lesson to a stripped down psyche
It's blessed, did that plump old woman just drop kick death?
Did that mild mannered middle aged chick just pull
A pack of wolves from a hole in her toxic flesh?
Must be playing that cosmic chess
You'll never take the queen out
Solid gold drill to the forehead
Stand up, scrape the weeds out
Offer me a powder world without limits
On a stained glass plate in a house of vagrants
Find every flaw in that well worn brain stem
Announced on the tannoy in a crowded station
What a wash out, drop out, full time cop out
Spend his time drunk on a lifelong long out
A circular slug trail smeared on the pavement
A run down wasteman, a first round knockout
Who sent this amplified midget?
Gassing on a milk crate, screaming
Twist his minuscule neck, neck another cup
Are you sure that wasn't your tongue speaking?
Bring 'em all out, an immortal mistress
In a shifting amorphous mask of our crafting
Swans in spinning in webs of white light
Unravelling a reel of answers in passing
This is the hand you were dealt
Use it to swing out or strangle yourself
Use it to rip away realms of existence
Or use it to build them
Candles that melt into blackness
Flicker in the midnight madness
You ain't gonna see that road to Damascus
Live amongst humans or live amongst actors
Your choice, they got this whole shit backwards

Yo, can you...
Can you get off your phone? Please
Do that, that papier-mâché thing one more time
I'm gonna sketch out, what I wanna see

I ain't even two cups deep
So we ain't even halfway finished
Watch life bleed through the cracks in the skyline
Crawling with wide-eyed spirits
And you ain't gonna feel that face off
Unless you wanna down that chaser
Rolled up and shot through the night on a cannonball
Tell 'em all I'll be back later
I ain't even done with it yet
I ain't even halfway finished
A billion and one teeth shoot through the skylight
Bleed through the cracks in these bite-sized minutes
You ain't gonna feel that face off
Sat picking at the raw data
Flung through the night on a cannonball
Tearing a hole in the sky, peace, I'll be back later