billy woods - Haarlem lyrics
[billy woods - Haarlem lyrics]
Swimmin' in palm oil out here
King of all blacks, I eat human hearts
I let things fall apart
Motorcars rustin' in the garage
Granadillas wild in the
Yard, vines climbin', Burglar barred
The roof fell in, on gods it's full of stars
I swam in the dark, sun fled, the moon large
Fire leap from Perry's Black Ark
Slash and burn, the past is never far
Reaching with chopped arms, lopped hands
No spare parts
The band played "Those Were the
Days" I watched 'em hang
I ate red red in the stadium stands
From crumbling balustrades
I watched 'em dance like drill rappers
You have your price it's rather high
How high? Gallows high
They grew fat in famine
Our mortarless fortresses lie abandoned
Alien monoliths still standin', pantin'
Super Ape
Put a candle in a skull for a lantern
Light a dutch in Haarlem, Amsterdam
Steps of a mansion
Speaking Afrikaans, British accent
I want mine from back when
Thebe said the wind get the ashes in the end
Bruv
The gorilla severed every inoculated limb
Left 'em with stubs ziggurats on the Nile
Bought the house and tore it down
All your yesterdays in one neat pile
The will of the state is supreme
Destiny has entrusted in our hands
The will of the state
The will of the state is supreme
Destiny has entrusted in our hands
The will of the state
The will of the state is supreme
Destiny has entrusted in our hands
The will of the state
No pictures, no touchin' the strippers
Don't come around with no glass slippers
Gas lamps, gas masks, rain slickers
Glass lens
The unslaved nigga, Moorish bandit's
Moorish science entanglement tangents
Get you a pistol if you
Want your prayers answered
Holding court, the whole breast
Heavy as gourds, Milk rancid
Standin' downwind of the homeless encampment
Find my way home, white man left a lamp lit
The pistol burnin' on this mystical journey
Sold parallel paradise
Postcarded vision souvenir
Missile launchin' redemption
Church faculty sniper bullets close to the
King and moshpit Bleeding marksmen
Bloody footprints, ran from crime scene
Crooks involved
The carousel ring backwards, exorcism
Possession of the cookie jar
I have reason to believe
That a press photographer
Might find his way into your retreat
In spite of all our
Precautions for your privacy
A foreign journalist
One of the best i have seen some of
His work the work of a genius
I don't like being photographed! It would
Be a most unwarrantable intrusion
King of all blacks, I eat human hearts
I let things fall apart
Motorcars rustin' in the garage
Granadillas wild in the
Yard, vines climbin', Burglar barred
The roof fell in, on gods it's full of stars
I swam in the dark, sun fled, the moon large
Fire leap from Perry's Black Ark
Slash and burn, the past is never far
Reaching with chopped arms, lopped hands
No spare parts
The band played "Those Were the
Days" I watched 'em hang
I ate red red in the stadium stands
From crumbling balustrades
I watched 'em dance like drill rappers
You have your price it's rather high
How high? Gallows high
They grew fat in famine
Our mortarless fortresses lie abandoned
Alien monoliths still standin', pantin'
Super Ape
Put a candle in a skull for a lantern
Light a dutch in Haarlem, Amsterdam
Steps of a mansion
Speaking Afrikaans, British accent
I want mine from back when
Thebe said the wind get the ashes in the end
Bruv
The gorilla severed every inoculated limb
Left 'em with stubs ziggurats on the Nile
Bought the house and tore it down
All your yesterdays in one neat pile
The will of the state is supreme
Destiny has entrusted in our hands
The will of the state
The will of the state is supreme
Destiny has entrusted in our hands
The will of the state
The will of the state is supreme
Destiny has entrusted in our hands
The will of the state
No pictures, no touchin' the strippers
Don't come around with no glass slippers
Gas lamps, gas masks, rain slickers
Glass lens
The unslaved nigga, Moorish bandit's
Moorish science entanglement tangents
Get you a pistol if you
Want your prayers answered
Holding court, the whole breast
Heavy as gourds, Milk rancid
Standin' downwind of the homeless encampment
Find my way home, white man left a lamp lit
The pistol burnin' on this mystical journey
Sold parallel paradise
Postcarded vision souvenir
Missile launchin' redemption
Church faculty sniper bullets close to the
King and moshpit Bleeding marksmen
Bloody footprints, ran from crime scene
Crooks involved
The carousel ring backwards, exorcism
Possession of the cookie jar
I have reason to believe
That a press photographer
Might find his way into your retreat
In spite of all our
Precautions for your privacy
A foreign journalist
One of the best i have seen some of
His work the work of a genius
I don't like being photographed! It would
Be a most unwarrantable intrusion