Spoken Word: "Leave" (produced by nelson b)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Tuesday, February 19, 2013 Under: Poetry



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Yours truly on the vocals! Instrumental produced by Nelson Brodhead aka nelson b: leavenelsonb.bandcamp.com/

Lyrics:

Railroad moniker
Rogue philosopher
Mountain spring mage
This green meadow’s in a brilliant phase

As new beginnings man the car wash, washing away all the woes in a world unconcerned with disappointment spillages. Disjointed willingness steps up to the plate, pours some Guinesses and starts bustin’ a grape, highway air train, you feel a brush in your face, like the fluffy tale of Snuffapupagus or a gluttonous ape.

I erupt when I wake.

Full of patched up agonies and parallel universes bridging the gap from New York pipelines to quaint private towns in Nottingham, moving the conveyor’s belt, wearing it, wearing the pants in a marriage enflamed by carelessless. No matter how the faring fairest damsel is, Life’s Realities stomp the yard until homes are sold, wearing pairs of Timberlands.

I’ll drink again, I’ll sleep again, I’ll recover from my seamstresses decision to leave.

To pack up and say ‘my polygon is outta shape and I’m looking to try other angles…”

But I was never one to brown nose and my spouse knows as the clouds float, the grass that gets greener on the other side is only because it’s seen through a green screen. The landscape opposite my home on the range is the same. And self doubt finagles my brainchild from the cradles to graves, while I feel like it’s amazing to say. We should see other people, build other railroads and invent new ideologies, we should travel to other mountains and let our hearts and hair and bare skin flow through the fields Elysium would be envious of. Just you and me in a dazzling open field glittering with sun stones.

Railroad moniker
Rogue philosopher
Lone photographer
Mountain spring mage
This green meadow’s in a brilliant phase
And this chip on my shoulder’s of a Pentium grade.

In : Poetry 



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