1. |
Wabi//Sabi
02:39
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im leavin' on a plane to japan today
you can't take away the fun times we make
up in shimokitazawa rockin' vintage shops all day
from the eastern hemisphere not in LA
that shit is lame they can't hold a flame, and me-
i'll fuckin spray some graffitti in harajuku, don't you look cute
in the boots you just bought, damn girl you look hot on the streets of tokyo
don't you know, the traffic flows, and people show some real respect
not like toronto where i'm treated like shit, and that's just it
here's not there, i never wanna go back
i'm leavin' on a plane to japan today
akihabara hardly a far walk from a stop on the JR
metro don't let yourself be mislead or deceived,
this place isn't what you preconceived
you need to boogie in koenji and lend your soul to trees
up in sawai it's kawaii and i'm sure you'll see your third eye release
it's nature dancing wildly in silence and wabi-sabi splendor
i'm leavin' on a plane to japan today
youth stoop to no social notions of what should happen and strap in for another day of inventing new style all the while we wear khakis and crap that looks tacky fuck these theatrics i'm alive and i'm spastic finally coming to grasps with everything i'm intact with all around active living and compassionate i am lifted no graduate i'm sure i'll touch the ground again but for i'm not creating traction that's lasting i'm gliding on smiles and cigarette smoke
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2. |
Prime Example
02:47
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you can't hold us down
livin' underground
might sound cool to some but sleeping on toad stools
and being fools can only get you so far
you can't slow us down
makin' shitty sounds blowin' speakers down
on downtown avenues
we don't even look at you
we always knew this lifestyle would be hard
but we don't give a shit
hate it and we'll still make it
we couldn't care less
never trying to be the best
we just jest to make light of the blight we all face
this ain't the wild west
no one is blessed we have to make the best of what we take
graffiti sleeps neatly underneath fresh paint which has taken away the artist's display
you can cover us up but we will never go away
cuz we don't give a shit
we will never give up on it
our breath is passion and it's never lacking emotion
our spirits are never broken, we just keep on tokin'
blowin' rings around things which you hold dear
but let's make it clear, we are here for ourselves
just wanna have a good time, a good time
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3. |
Grip Tape
03:15
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you can't fucking skate here
what the fuck are you doing?
you kids can't be skating here.
didn't i make my self clear?
now steer off my property
and stop dressing so sloppily
you can't fucking skate here
get the fuck out
never come back
out cold with a hacky sack
fade to black you just got smacked
for skating a rail, trying not to fail
and bettering yourself
don't fall down, you gotta fight back
you can't fucking skate here
you gotta skate and destroy
break their motifs and skate with heat
trash the fuck out of the streets
and teach them a lesson for mistreating you
you know what's best
so let loose and do a kickflip
you can skate wherever the fuck you want
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4. |
DIY
01:31
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gotta do it, gotta do it, gotta do it for yourself
can't leave it, can't leave it for somebody else
that's DIY
can't deny my ability to create
fuckin' DIY
get off your ass and paint
come on DIY
use your own ideas today
that's DIY
not doin' it any other way
gotta do it, gotta do it, gotta do it for yourself
can't leave it, can't leave it for somebody else
that's DIY
don't deny my ability to create
fuckin' DIY
get off your ass and paint
come on DIY
use your own ideas today
that's DIY
not doin' it any other way
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5. |
Temple Graffiti
02:29
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nothing compares to
my love for you
except, the way you love too
forests are in bloom
nothing we can't do
let's smoke a tube
and watch the view
it's nothing new
but it's something with you
that's why time zooms
but our smoke plumes
it lifts up rooms
we've got no clue
so there's nothin' to lose
nothing compares to
my love for you
except, the way you love too
we can't hear the boos
we don't watch the news
we're never confused
this ain't the blues
in a splendid mood
with you in view
the sun shines through
this rickety sloop
soon bowls pop holes
drop souls down stems
open minds through bubbles
telescopes begin
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6. |
Paint Bucket
01:39
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nothing but a, waste of space
so take my legs and place them in a lake
all i taste are wasted flakes off this book i scrape
i can't wait today, my patience is late today
but i'm awake, can't mistake me for someone else
these aren't radical ideas, so please believe us...
it's all the same, day, day, day to day to day
i don't know, anything
and i don't ever plan to
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up in space i can't taste any trace of my ancestors.
float away stars display anything with no director.
canada has an arm in the sky and i don't care.
it's up there i'm down here why can't i fuckin' fly?
stupid legs sink like pegs in this space i feel electric.
not today m'not a plane i'm just as lame as something septic.
m'on the couch start to slouch gotta get out of this apartment.
but have you seen it out there?
i wouldn't dare...
up in space i can't taste anything, of my existence.
i'm just waste matter weight brain and face, i've disconnected.
up in smoke time moves slow never know our true directive.
lost the way toked the papes green is gray never wait, for our instructions.
lead the way don't stop and wait break into, and hack the system.
define the game it's your's to take i'm blown away, that,i existed.
glad to be allowed to breathe humanity, take it easy.
outta here peace and clear gravity, don't think i'll miss it.
grams and beats moon completes the symphony's, piece of music.
rocket ships inspire me to higher peaks, used to be a blues kid.
icarus harmonious knowing this, it's elation.
festivals are vestibules gateways to, a continuation.
m'on the couch start to slouch gotta get out, of this apartment.
but have you seen it out there?
i wouldn't dare...
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8. |
TooFarGone
02:11
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feel the real world not the fake one, on the lake and in the ocean
i'm lost for words i swear i'm not broken, hocus pocus a swarm of locusts
eats our homes and leaves us homeless, slows our focus
which is always folded, never neat concrete or ready to repeat
we are always trying to take off
the earth quakes to say it's awake and to go away
we can't stay here too much longer
it's kinda sombre, but you gotta
feel the real world not the fake one, on the lake and in the ocean
never overcome, these lungs pump anthems of freedom and smoke breathing
these lungs don't give a fuck about politics and power
doomed to fail lets raise the sail and bail on this sinking ship before she does
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9. |
Action Figure v.2
03:51
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Stick o' Dynamite Vancouver, British Columbia
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