Sage Francis Şarkı Sözleri

[Chorus]
I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissist
I simply like to watch myself exist...(HHHH)
Now I'm in a fog and mist...(HHHH)
Now my reflection is anonymous
Ponder this!

I've seen a reflection of my soul in the store window
Caught in limbo 'cause I was dressed all in Timbo's
Having fanta***s of playing Polo with Ralph Lauren on a Tommy Hill
And my paper thin spirit was still grieving from the Versace kill in Florida
Opened the door to the store and I walked down the corridor
to see they had a blow out sale on Nautica
I've always been a Lord of the button down Flies?
Being they were half-priced, I pass 'em on by looking for Levis
But Guess what? All my favorite clothing lines and hip designs
Were being liquidized and it made me sick to my eyes
I don't understand...when I had no ends...the price was quick to rise
I'd buy a pair of trends even if they didn't fit my size
Purchase a surplus of fads from merchants whose ads
Made these cheap ass fabrics that were so worthless and sad
Just look priceless, they used unethical devices to attack my sense of
self-worth during my prepubescent crisis
It fed into my insecurities, so instead of being righteous
I want everyone to see me like this
It's all about who looks the nicest
Ice is falling off my Rolie onto my body shoot!
I hope to hell it doesn't melt and ruin my Armani suit
While I'm sweatin' this,some kid who doesn't *** any loot
Is buying my necklace along with my same exact khakis and army boots
What?! This is blasphemous!
Since Adidas tried changing its logo
there ain't been nothing as wack as this
It's probably a stunt being pulled by Animal Rights activists
Because of all that Third World country garbage but im a pessimist
So while these monkeys sweat over my name brands that exchange hands
From enslaved lands, I wonder if I'm the same man
Without reward...for what I bought but CAN'T still afford
This is the type of self-realization that might have killed the Lord
*Didn't mind working free as a walking billboard
But now I want my money back...as my ice spilled and poured
Onto the floor I did see a distorted reflection of my Nike hat
I don't know how others might react
For me it was an unsightly act that helped me get my psyche back
I stood 5 feet back, afraid that it might strike me like Shaclack clack!
Ya'll think I'm kidding? It's no* big thing
What I seen made my heart hurt, stomach turn, throat burn, teeth cringe
spine tingle, and ribs sting
I noticed that the swoosh symbol was nothing but a whip in mid-swing..

[Chorus]
I don't look at myself in the mirror because I'm a narcissist
I simply like to watch myself exist...(HHHH)
I'm in a fog and mist...(HHHH)
Now my reflection is anonymous,
Ponder this...

[h=1]Sage Francis - Oliver Twisted[/h]

Reminiscing of when I was living in fear
Is he here yet?
I feel sweat building on my upper back
Children are under attack
With every question mark
When testing starts
Hearts burn and stomachs knot
Inner organs begin to morph in
To dinnerless orphans
Asking for more things to digest for Oliver
But I love her
You do?
I guess
What part, all of her?
Yeah except when she tempts men
You know those uncontrollable feelings and thoughts except them
Now I accept when she tempts men to extend
Plutonic handshakes and I'm all hung up on sex again
And untrusting is she still talking to him?
I'm hung up I used to be off the hook
Picked up girls and read them motives like an awful book
Put them down
Fast but gently to maintain the grass entry level position
Last century I had several decisions
To make before the new millenium
To secure finances
As for dollars did I make a mill or any?
Check the public record freedom of information
Act One Scene Two Third page Fourth paragraph
Fifth center sixth word seventh letter G
Seems like I ain't make any
And I'm stuck clutching on to my very last penny
Loafer searching every crevice of the sofa
Warning you not to get any closer
I need some space to breathe
And he's making me
Shovel the snow cut the grass and rake the leaves
Take these responsibilities and shove 'em
These working boots weren't made for running
Your landscaping business
My hands are shaking hidden fists
Holding a dead fish
Breaking limp wrists
And listening for lisps
Smack speech impediments out your mouth piece
I'm all alone in the foster home
Killing myself with the house keys

[h=1]Sage Francis - Orphanage Freestyle Part[/h]

Slug:
...With sage francis, to aesop rock,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
we're trying to save the spot, we'e trying to save the spot,
(cut)

Eyedea:
We're tryin' to save the spot,
hey, yo I break your props,
you see me do a lot of shows,
I get paid a lot...
So when I hit the mike I make the instrumentals distort,
MC's are on my nuts just like a genital wart,
and they won't ever stop, they straight connected,
I break their record, their whole style's just fake-infected,
so why don't they get some realness,
they act like they can't feel this,
they on the ground like an oil spill.
Musta been somebody that tied two sperms together and made 'em
ditch the egg, before I switch the peg,
wait a minute, how did he just get in it
so cynical, this individual will flip it every [intracle?]
and - reaching with my tentacles...
I just grab the microphone from individuals
Lyrically advanced? huh-yeah, that's a maybe
MC's can never play me, I make grown cats look like babies,
when I flow raps, I beak caps of knees
when I smack MC's, they are as whack to me, I attack the beat
but they ain't understandinThis man is just damaginevery rapper on the planet where he's standing-
and even if he's sittinand even if he's not spittinthis kid is just rippin' the microphone,
forever grippin' it
Tight! keepin' it tight! Holdin' the mike! Fend for my life!
and then I'm grabbin' it, stabbin' it right into the middle of your eyesight,
it's so easy for me to bend mikes,
I get in pen-fights,
and then I break pencils,
and take your stencils;
Out of my mind, I'm
Out of the frame, I'm
Under your skin, over your head, and
all in the game...
You know what I'm sayin' and it's just
all in my name,
while your girl is like- yeah, she's good at
callin' my name.
She's like, "Eyedea, how do you spell it?
With a capital E?
When you smackin' MC's,
And they as whacked at practicing beats?"
Freestylin', but they ain't understanding
this man is diminishing cats
like popeye without spinach,
and finishin' raps,
take em' to the end and replenish them cats
who think they're thinkin' when they're stinkin' with their raps?
Hey! One time in my life I had spinal meningitis...
Yo, but after that I realized that on the mike I'm the tightest!
And MC's wanna like this, but they can never invite this,
I recite (tihs) that'll make God wanna just...
recruit me for a team of angels,
see your dreams get strangled
MC's I mangle,
in the middle of their face, this individual's *** bass
when I flip riddles on a ritual basis, taste this, hey kid,
Wait a minute, yo I'm about to stop -
Illogic, grab the microphone and let 'em know just how you rock:

[h=1]Sage Francis - Pen To The Gun Fight[/h]

[Sage Francis]
Condoliza Rice I don't need your lies your jittery when under attack
It's funny at least for you to lie through your teeth cause there's a credibility gap
*** big Saddam but we missed Bin Laden and Bush still ain't found no weapons
Headline "WE *** 'EM" is still a big problem in Iraq there killing Americans
I thought the war was over we're sending more soldiers something just wasn't done right
Tell bush he could of, should of, would of, maybe next time bring a pen to the gun fight
MOTHERFUCKER

[Nirvana Sample]
Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds
There's a lot up there but don't be scare, who needs actions when you *** words..

[Sage Francis]
Who needs action when you *** words (x3)

[h=1]Sage Francis - Pitchers Of Silence[/h]

i never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
i need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
i need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

had i known then what i know now.
had i thought now what i knew then...
i might still be human
with all the little stupid fix-ins.
as i fix sins and vixens vick souls,
stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles.
nail me to the cross dress.
the holy cloth costs less.
i'd toss less
if i still had your soft breasts to rest my head on.
since you've been gone,
i recalled my issues with problems and hate
but i can't exactly remember the model or make.
now glass bottles break in my death grip.
i'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip.
my bed's stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,
but i might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep.

i had my highs and lows.
when on top, i let you peek out over my nose.
sitting on my shoulders and i suppose if i had a backbone,
you might still be here.
my skin is filthy...
from my lows when you weren't there. but to keep from feeling guilty,
i collected the dirt (collected the dirt)...kept it piling up.
now mr. feel nothing saves his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole.
jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul.

my secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping.
i'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal monsters sing.

i'm sitting in a stranger's tub...
with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love.

they get half of what i have to give...if that.
it's all about the packaging. they're distracted by the gift rap.

predictable. easy to manipulate.
they're foreshadow puppets and i'm waiting for their strings to break.

the pillars that once held up my halfway house have been taken out.
i'm in my last days now.
there's a change coming soon.
i just want to crawl back into my mother's womb.
i need a comfort zone,
but obviously i need to find another home
to call my own...and always return to
and i want it to be you (i want it to be you).

i sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep,
creating memories to remember and then i forget to eat.
went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home
with puppy eyes...waiting for god to throw me a bone.

i'd settle for one more goodbye kiss while i settle for less.
i'm unsettled at best. sulking while abandoning settlements.
insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk.
practicing mind games. rehearsing with playful thought.

it's the way we fought that made my blood bubble then turn cold,
when you made me walk through rain and mud puddles on a dirt road.
it left me so messy,
forget me...not.

i've *** more mud to sling...

shot.
"through the heart, and your to blame, you give love a bad name."

[h=1]Sage Francis - Product Placement[/h]

Hook.

Line.

Shop jock.

Crackle.

This is paid-for advertisement. (Hook... Line...) Free food for all. (Sinker.)

It's a tangible death and I can almost handle it.
When it cancels my breath hold your hand over my candle then rest.
There's no pain in this fist's release.
I put my elbows on the window frame, glass pressed against my cheeks.
Everything I see is mine.
I never look back--Couldn't ask the same of those I leave behind.
They're air bubbles rushing toward the water's surface.
A clumsy stage hand making a grand exit...caught in the curtains.
A person should have pulled this rope long ago.
Before the water hole froze over I saw the snow.
The best cue for rescue is a couple yanks.
Pressed my luck, held my breath enough, but then my stomach sank.
Should have never been walking the plank with cement shoes
without an oxygen tank or wet suit.
Destitute conditions leave fishermen victims of circumstance.
But you don't need a hook for the worms to dance.

Hook.

Line.

Sinker.

Crumbs.. Hook.

Line.

Snap-snap... Crackle... (All right)

Off to the bathroom to sniff another line.
There's a big party going on and you're not invited.
Now I'm just howling at the moon, sippin' its shine.
There's a huge rock hurling through space, won't you help me light it?
I'm Playing jump rope with my veins tonight.
Budget done low; but I paid the price.
The DJ saved my life.
Nothing could cut into my fun, but the razor might.

This song is brought to you courtesy of medicine prescriptions,
Dead-again Christians,
1968,
And B-Boys on acid...
And of course, my utter and absolute obligation to never... do anything bad.
Ever.

[h=1]Sage Francis - Rewrite[/h]

She said forever..
I said forever?
Forever ever? forever ever ever ever ever ever ever?
Apparently forever only means four year!
This is the rewrite... this right here
this is the rewrite... this right here
this is the re-write, to anyone who has been fucked over in their life

This to the woman who I used to respect
Now I call her a bitch cause I'm constantly upset
So this is to the +bitch+ who cut communication
for a new relation
Selfishness spread through the nation
All I ever wanted was a hug
To wrap my loving arms around you, you blew it off with a shrug
So all I ever wanted was a hand to hold
I ain't the man to scold
Your plan is cold but god damn its old
It's about time get inside of my head while I'm out my mind
As I scream cry yell shout and whine
All I ever asked for
Was an ear to hear me
What you really have to wear that mask for?
You straight shattered my glass jaw
I'm picking up the pieces of my past, what you last saw
But see this, needless to say, you went astray
And all people ever hear Sage say is
I don't give a damn, I don't care
That's what I hear from myself tryin' to make things clear
Yeah, I don't give a FUCK for real I don't FUCKING CARE
You know why?

The pain stops with the end of raindrops
But this cloudy weather just reminds me of the time we spent together
And how you left forever like that with a snap of fingers
Pain lingers, this is to the
Woman who I made my family
Now I call her a bitch just to save my sanity
So this is to that +bitch+
She be right here, a monster in my reoccurring nightmare
Now when my grandfather died,
and my grandmother died,
and my dad fuckin' died
You saw me and just ignored me like "Sorry end of the story"
My family's dropping like flies somehow I *** to rise
But nobody's by my side, can't look straight into my eyes
Nobody's by my side, look straight into my eyes
My fist grabs air, stare into the lies
I never felt more lonely, I made you the one and only
Individual to know me. This is the thanks that you show me?
I never felt more lonely, I made you the one and only
Individual to know me, never thought that you'd turn phony
But you did, I'm going all out kid
And I *** mad hate to deal with
yo,I'm having trouble letting anyone get close to me
And that's a major problem because that's not the way it's supposed to be
Supposedly, I should keep my composure
Right now, I'm like "wow", it's time for me to seek closure
Pictures are destroyed - overexposure
Ever get that feeling that nobody really knows ya'?
This is to the woman who I called my best friend
Now I call her bitch, because she made the switch to that +bitch+
Who I shouldn't disrespect
So now I call her woman just to keep myself in check
fuck that
{this is the problem that's all inside my head
she said to me "the answer's easy if you take it logically"
i'd like to help you with your struggles to be free
there must be 50 ways to diss your ex lover] x2
without calling her a bitch
without calling her a bi-atch!

[h=1]Sage Francis - Runaways[/h]

(Sage Francis)
It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable
Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable
I happen to pull fast ones over the slow parole board
Who likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry sheep
Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space
I keep putting expression-less upon my face
An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin
My fall from grace, will do me in too late
(I'm out of seasoning)
No spring chicken, summer romance novel writer could win a prize
It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized
I change my mind more often than my undergarments
Abide abortion and other nonsense
I'm an orphan who comes from Providence
I am a sign from God! For the parentally misguided

(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I don't know where I come from
How do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at
It's where your going... and I am going home
(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I don't know where I come from
How do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at
It's where your going... and I am going home...

...to where? The land of the lost souls
Feeling the loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes
How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton?
Framed, they're starting to look the same
Starting to say his name, and claim privileges
As if they found HIM!
The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendship
Rings of fire are connected at the elbow
Cause they're tired, moms unexpectedly let go
The Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesive
It's the music! So we give reasons to get sober
Life experiences to hum to
These kids play Red Rover? I look for weaknesses to run through
With reckless abandon, they're standin', refuse to go down
The pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now
If its fight or flight, they'll just choose to throw down
Ain't nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town
I move with no sound... I used to think I was invisible
Til they stopped me mid-stride and said
"I think I seen a picture of you..."
Picture that, I said "Nah I just *** one of them faces
Placed next to an expiration date that changes.
I kind of look familiar, my name is on the tip of your tongue
The lost look on my face makes you play dumb.
Say something colloquial
I need to get my bearings and a feel for where I'm at
but you ain't hearin' that.
They shout "freeze!" I'm a tourist trapped by townies
Who put bounties on armies and all surrounding counties
Before I bounce, I hear them shout
"Someone help us out, PLEASE!"
We're all alone in the foster home
Killin' ourselves with the house keys...
Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it man
And it's a smelly mess once the shit hits the fan
Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand
Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause they aint *** no girl
But who do they think I am?
Think again, I'm not that quick to plan ahead of time
I'm two steps behind their schedule, they pretend to have read my mind
I think they just misread the lines in the palm of my hand
Cause, they're random scars caused from slap boxin' with landlords
I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all mutts
Turned bitch once the dog catcher caught up
Forced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the pound
Being an orphan sucks, but I'm through with sneaking around
I see my frown posted up on street lights
And telephone poles, from what they show it seems like
I never grow old, from what they show it seems like
I never go home, and that doesn't seem right
Cause they won't let me grow...

And this is where some go
to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways
Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved
I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay

And this is where some go
to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways
Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved
I've *** multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways

(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I don't know where I come from
How do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at
It's where your going... and I am going home...
To the land of the lost souls
Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes

I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've ***
multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways
I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've ***
multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways
I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've ***
multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways...
(kids shouting until end)

[h=1]Sage Francis - Sea Lion[/h]

The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.

Ma, Ma--look what i did, Ma. Look what i did to my hands, I broke 'em.
You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn't say how to hold 'em.
Didn't say to give away every piece of the puzzle 'til i was left with nothin'.
But i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust.
Get in the bus. Hop in the van. Jump in the water. Crawl to the land.
Build another castle out of sand. Break it down and then get into the saddle again.
I'm going city to city - i'm already lost. Tell the boss who is new in town.
I'll ride this horse 'til it it bucks me off and i'm forced to shoot it down.
I'll take him out for some gasoline. Trade this cow for some magic beans.
Gonna make mom proud of the deals that I made, 'cause I'm just a modern day Johnny Appleseed
But i'm glad that I never passed the genes, and I never put down the axe.
Piano man *** a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face.
'Cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap
the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees
when he hears certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. Ahhhhhh.
I don't need your "go ahead" to go ahead. No, I know no one said it was gonna be easy,
but sweet jesus who wants to sleep with me?
Way too many moves to learn. Not enough people to put 'em on.
Look it, mom! No hands. I built this suit of armor with wooden arms.

[h=1]Sage Francis - Slow Down Gandhi[/h]

There once was a song called "Arrest The President."
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit,
But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list.
The cool kids were all rocking votes,
I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop. [Booyea!]

On my soap box yelling into megaphones.
Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches
The day that Chris Columbus *** crucified on golden arches.
My pedestal was too tall to climb off,
In fact that's the reason for the high horse.
And from up here I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest;
Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,
All for the sake of military recruitment.
It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,
I galloped off whistling "Ohio."
The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.
What would they die for? (repeat)
Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs?
Clogging up the property that I bought with eyesores?

That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from minimum wage labor;
I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks,
She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.
What would she die for?
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.

Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,
It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.
The West Memphis 3 lost paradise,
It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.
All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution.
Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.
If they could sell sanity in a bottle
They'd be charging for compressed air,
And marketing healthcare.
They demonize welfare,
Middle class eliminated,
Rich get richer til the poor get educated.

But some of y'all still haven

[h=1]Sage Francis - Smoke And Mirrors[/h]