Something Else

by Stick o' Dynamite

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released July 19, 2013

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Track Name: I'm all Yours
take my hand and lead me to the dancefloor
i'm the man you want, the man you want.
pyranimids and clearance shit, nothin compares to this.
the universe stops and watches us kiss.
my darling nothing compares to this
darlin nothin compares to this.
i'm the man you want, the man you want.
bats of grass lots of laughs
trapped for gas air is fast always nap
if you've had too much, much too much.
i'm such a lush when it comes to this stuff.
have you had enough?
the grinder busts up-
and a new crew of lewd ideas shows up to free us/

so take my hand and lead me to the dancefloor.
i'm the man you want, the man you want.
and you're the one for me, the one for me, so take me please.
Track Name: Cyclical Cynicism
miles inside of deserts and weather i'd rather not be a part of.
sighs and some smiles, i'm high and my piles are waving goodbye.
i'm trapped underwater lost in the fodder, of not known problems.
slobs and gruel kingdoms, mingle jingles that are somtimes sung of.
don't go to sleep, lost in the sheep, of melting pot histories.
history's no friend to me.
sighs and some smiles, i'm high and my piles are waving goodbye.
Track Name: Looking into a pond
rain rain, rain's the same as me, as plain as me, as lame as me.
Track Name: Oops
what do you say when there's nothing to say?

i say we make it up as we fade away
play it up make it up till the end of the day
delay the rough stuff and just bluff your hush blush today
i've had enough rush- a mush with dogs leading the way
can't look down cause i don't antagonate
i make up words and blur lines between minds of mine and yours
time slimes our vision and limits our decisions
mimics or instincts galore
evolve my fellow humans come with me and we can explore
Track Name: Beard
the pile i burned it, i smoked and my lungs hurt.
the music i'm part of.
Track Name: He said it would be 5 minutes... 35 minutes ago!
growing growing like some grass. on the wall on i'm growing fast like a weed you can't control, i'm on the wall i'm off the wall i'm on the wall i'm off the wall i'm out of control i'm under control i'm out of control i'm under control. growing growing like some grass- i'd like some grass, i'd like some weed i'd like some weed. and i'm get some weed. growing growing like some grass, i'd like some grass i'd like some grass. i'd like some weed. i'm on the wall i'm off the wall i'm out of control i'm under control.
Track Name: Rubber and Glue
i don't care what you what you say
i don't care what you what you think.
i don't care what you are, what you aren't,
what you wanna know, what you are what you are what you know know know know know.
i don't care who you are who you aren't,
what you gotta say, what you gotta think
who you are what you do what you do i don't care who you are.
i don't care who you are, what you say, what you think, who you know, what you are, what you be, what you see, what you eat,
what you wanna wanna wanna talk about, it's not alright.
none of that matters to me, cause i don't care about it.
no no i don't care, i don't care.
i don't think about you.
you can say what you want, none of it affects me.
cause i'm me, not your enemy, i'm me, i'm just me.
Track Name: Wanted Poster
if i lay in the street beating neat arrangements on the pavement
are you sayin im not quite aclaiming the same accolades as the painters?
if i stand hand in hand and in a trance wherever i am, am i less of an artist than salvador dali?
i think hardly. that's fucking bullshit.
my paint contains lots of thoughts and hot spots
lost tropics not your fathers drop top, that ended up in a river
sculptures whither and become cinders
of ash that weather the winter forever infinite
creatures are limited to seconds of bliss and existence is hardly that
captured saturations and elations are nothing to nations
but within is where energy is present
heaven's empty so party your heart out
and make this art out of thoughts you got not your idea of what is bought
don't doubt yourself, your ability is unparalelled.

art what's art? what the fuck is art?
i don't know and i'll never know.