Avantdale Bowling Club - Quincy’s March lyrics

My son sit's on my shoulder
My greed dies content
My whole life starts over
There's vomit on my favourite shirt
Dribbling like he's Iverson my magnum opus
A brown cardigan with his matching loafers
I’ve been watching life form
In the petri dish
This must be how Prometheus felt
Shit, all of this shit don't
Seem so meaningless now
My ego drowns in empathy
The dream I had back in my teens
Finally now RIP and the YGB goes on
I spark it with the torch, then I pass it
Push my king in his chariot on
A Sunday at the market
Me and my shell toes walk proud
Down Avondale Road like it's Melrose
The first time in 10 years
That I've felt home


I found hope in the mundane
I fell deep in the well known
That train clack in the background
Like Coltrane on the alto
From Friday in a k-hole to Saturday at K-Mart
Old days in a haze
My heydays in the hay barn
I lay under the radar in the backyard
At peace now at last
Maybe all of this happiness shit ain't
As hard as I act
Can't really complain about nada
Holy mother marijuana
This kind of craziness make an atheist
Start to think about karma
Start to see the chink in my armour
Start to see myself in my father
Start to free the hate that I harbour for
Appreciating my mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a
Monday like summertime in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define
Too hard to find the right word to write
To rhyme it like I'd like
Kinda like my life started over that
Night the light of my day
Can't describe the type of cliche I feel
I'm way too high to contain it
Ain't no point in trying to explain it
Thank you for the life that
You gave me Quincy right on

I've never felt like this
Shit never smelt like this
Crashed on the couch out for the count
Down right outright bliss
Anybody had'a ever told me life
Would turn out like this
I would just thought that you
Were a shit talking
Self-righteous alchemist i was stuck up in
My selfish learned helplessness
Proud to never amount to shit
I was about to just give
Up on making this album
I was in Melbourne down and out of it
That drought almost drowned my gift
Then I found my fix
Changed me while I changed you
Gave me what I gave you
We were broke, we made do
Then you made your debut
Made me think that I been created
Only just to create you
That made me want to really
Make use of my time
Time to take two steps back
And check back into the real
World and accept that
Music is not life, but at best
It reflects that
And really my biggest success as a
Man isn't my best track
Now let that sink in and see that
It’ll never get better than just that
Give a shit about being the best rapper
Only wanna be the best dad
Never gonna be the next Zappa
Don't expect no respect back
And I'll never let my regrets
Hang over your head, You can bet that
Ever we get strapped then I'll get cash
If I gotta build a fucking meth
Lab then so be it
I was made by dope dealers
Didn't mean that weren't dope leaders
And even though they were both cheaters
My mother never kept no secrets
And pops never kept no leashes
On me like no polices
And no teachers could tell that
Little 5-year-old genius shit
I had to step in it myself
I had to figure it out alone
To really know how it felt
And after all the shit I smelt
I still don't really know shit
I'm still only a grown kid
Hoping that I don't make the same
Mistakes that my folks did
Be bogus if I told you that
I knew what an adult is
'Cause really I was crying like a
Baby when I wrote this
I was holding onto my nana's
Hand watching her eyes closing
Same time that I watched yours open
And the world just kept revolving
So march on Quincy