Baba Brinkman - Solar Eclipse lyrics
[Baba Brinkman - Solar Eclipse lyrics]
Thunderous beats shake the ground underneath
Hundreds of feet that jump and
Leap and thump drunkenly
Beneath the trunks of people who’ve
All come to see
Someone unbelievable, with a tongue to speak
With two lungs to breathe and a mind composed
To rhyme blindfolded on high vinyl ropes
And drive winding roads disinclined to doze
I won’t let my eyes close ‘til
It’s my time to go
As I find the signposts to keep me oriented
To keep me soaring into the
Morning with no resentment
To give me more incentive to
Get my stories printed
Ignoring poor intentions until
This party’s ended
I’m sorry if you’re offended
Just count to ten
And then bounce around when
The record sound spins
I’m out to move mountains with a fountain pen
And then step down proudly in
The crowd and grin
I’ve been around the bend
And I’m trying to make it back
To the only place I have where
I’m still safe at last
As I trace my path through this race of rats
All I taste is ashtrays, waste and trash
Every paycheque cashed represents my survival
I go from wet to dry
As I flow I’m inter-tidal
My style has been stifled by
My most intense rival
Who resides in my throat
And prevents my arrival
At the end of this wide road
This Möbius strip
It’s got me frozen stiff, lonely and sick
Until the moment I lift this
Microphone to my lips
Then every poem is a glimpse
Of a solar eclipse as cold as the polar
Tips before greenhouse gases
I bring out raps at extremely loud bashes
‘Cause, I’ve seen how fast people
Stream out of classes
Where senile bastards read from
Out the classics
My dreams outlast it I stay in position
But my name is a prison
And my goals remain distant
I’m unable to make decisions
Between fame and wisdom
So my aim is missin’ and
I just blame the system
I bitch and complain
Fixin’ to quit payin’ my dues
It’s a game I choose to play
And it’s okay if I lose
Say if I do, take two
Another day in my shoes makin’ moves
Breakin’ through I’m not afraid if I bruise
I create flavours and moods
With wide brush strokes
And use subtle notes to
Describe crushed hopes
When knives cut throats, lives blood soaked
Eyes shut closed, I just float by such gross
Types of close-up descriptive images
And flip minute to minute ‘cause
The script is limitless
Depictions of women and kids
Gripped in grimaces
Diminish in a mist as the fiction finishes
Pictures of innocence begin to evaporate
I’ve been too fascinated with tragic fates
To graduate, and I tend to exaggerate
In fact
Let me navigate back to my happy place
Where friends congratulate and there’s
Pleasure and pain
Sunny weather and rain, milk and honey
Leisure and strain
Where the earth forever remains but
It’s never the same
It just gets better with age
Like the veterans claim
As I sever the chains at the end of my noose
And let energies loose to
Get my enemy’s goose go ahead
Send in the troops just remember the truth
Everything loops back to the
Centre’s replenishing juice
Hundreds of feet that jump and
Leap and thump drunkenly
Beneath the trunks of people who’ve
All come to see
Someone unbelievable, with a tongue to speak
With two lungs to breathe and a mind composed
To rhyme blindfolded on high vinyl ropes
And drive winding roads disinclined to doze
I won’t let my eyes close ‘til
It’s my time to go
As I find the signposts to keep me oriented
To keep me soaring into the
Morning with no resentment
To give me more incentive to
Get my stories printed
Ignoring poor intentions until
This party’s ended
I’m sorry if you’re offended
Just count to ten
And then bounce around when
The record sound spins
I’m out to move mountains with a fountain pen
And then step down proudly in
The crowd and grin
I’ve been around the bend
And I’m trying to make it back
To the only place I have where
I’m still safe at last
As I trace my path through this race of rats
All I taste is ashtrays, waste and trash
Every paycheque cashed represents my survival
I go from wet to dry
As I flow I’m inter-tidal
My style has been stifled by
My most intense rival
Who resides in my throat
And prevents my arrival
At the end of this wide road
This Möbius strip
It’s got me frozen stiff, lonely and sick
Until the moment I lift this
Microphone to my lips
Then every poem is a glimpse
Of a solar eclipse as cold as the polar
Tips before greenhouse gases
I bring out raps at extremely loud bashes
‘Cause, I’ve seen how fast people
Stream out of classes
Where senile bastards read from
Out the classics
My dreams outlast it I stay in position
But my name is a prison
And my goals remain distant
I’m unable to make decisions
Between fame and wisdom
So my aim is missin’ and
I just blame the system
I bitch and complain
Fixin’ to quit payin’ my dues
It’s a game I choose to play
And it’s okay if I lose
Say if I do, take two
Another day in my shoes makin’ moves
Breakin’ through I’m not afraid if I bruise
I create flavours and moods
With wide brush strokes
And use subtle notes to
Describe crushed hopes
When knives cut throats, lives blood soaked
Eyes shut closed, I just float by such gross
Types of close-up descriptive images
And flip minute to minute ‘cause
The script is limitless
Depictions of women and kids
Gripped in grimaces
Diminish in a mist as the fiction finishes
Pictures of innocence begin to evaporate
I’ve been too fascinated with tragic fates
To graduate, and I tend to exaggerate
In fact
Let me navigate back to my happy place
Where friends congratulate and there’s
Pleasure and pain
Sunny weather and rain, milk and honey
Leisure and strain
Where the earth forever remains but
It’s never the same
It just gets better with age
Like the veterans claim
As I sever the chains at the end of my noose
And let energies loose to
Get my enemy’s goose go ahead
Send in the troops just remember the truth
Everything loops back to the
Centre’s replenishing juice