Buck 65 - Achilles And The Tortoise lyrics

This collection of sketches
Rough and scattered, is arranged by instinct
There's entropy at work
But mostly it happened by accident
Sure a story goes with this
But for it to make sense you'd have to be me
And for it to make dollars I would
Have to be something I despise
Don't ask me how I managed
No one gets paid to make change
Every morning I salute the flag, turn
Grab the fingers of my left hand behind
My back and continue my search
I'm wondering how I got here
Who besides me is responsible?
I'm not the young man I was
When I first wrote the code
Now I don't have it in me to fuss over much
I need sleep more than ever before
What remains of my violence
Is so precious that


I keep it all of it to myself
What frightens me most now is
My gradual loss of hearing
So i'm guided more and more by vibes
I shield my eyes from
Flickering images and document
My dreams with as much detail as possible
I figure I'll write my book when
It's all I can do, but I don't know
Have you any idea how hot these sands are?
Ya, i come in contact with the
Odd scavenger here and there
But those encounters rarely amount to much
I just gaze the same few
Black and white photographs: Distant loves
Long lost souls diamonds of
My most glorious moments
I remember the gold rush
Ya, she makes me laugh now to
Think of the risks I took
The monuments will remain
And thats all that matters but
The question always becomes: 'Am I happy?'

When young, we mourn for one woman
When we grow old, for woman in general
The tradgey in life is man is never free
Yet strives for what can never be
The thing most feared in secret, always
Happens: my life, my love
Where are they now?
But the more the pain grows
The more this instinct for
Life somehow asserts it'self
The necessary beauty in life is
Giving yourself to it completely
Only later will it clarify
It'self as not coherant

I wandered the fields and listen
For the sound of drums
The colder the ground becomes the
Closer I get I home
The planets not fit to roam
But with all the chaos
But, when I saw the savages I
Played the law of averages
And when the river split's in half
I start to lose my wit's and laugh
And cry at the same time
There's nothing I can do about it
Even though I wouldn't doubt it
If the winds began to blow
And carry the sounds of my
Voice to the lands below
So I put my hands around my mouth
And hollered to the sunken city
That, wallows in the filth of
It's own drunken pity
And wait to see a signal but
A signal is never seen
Eventually fatigue builds inside
Me exponentially and so I sleep
And dream that I'm able to fly
"They will respect a man with wings!"
Later I awake, in agony and learn
That while I was sleeping the city had burned
Shrugging my shoulders
I paused and gathered thoughts
Think twice about staying put
Then decide I rather not
So I press on in my agnostic pilgrimage
Knowing that I can swim deeper
Than the grim reaper
Ready for whatever sea creatures may abound
When the water swallows me and
Not the other way around
Survival saw me through
The mechanical district
Starvation leads to being cannibalistic
I have to rely on cons and
Silence and on talking quick
Defending myself with nothing but
This walking stick
I've never had friends and
No parental guidance
I'm wild at heart and weird on top
I'm feared nonstop
Even though my rage is worn out
My life's a book with several pages torn out
I just climb trees and
Look for rhythm everywhere
I used to be the town crier
In a city of stone throwers
Until my soul was laid bare and
Displayed in the pearled square
Ignored, more than a lot, not less
No one understood my thought process
I was gagged and bound over noise complaints
But, commanding the resolve
That destroys constraints
I found my escape in a melding of memories
The next thing I know, I'm rowing this boat
And blowing this note on
An old tarnished trumpet
(Pause for trumpet sample)
Ever since then I've been wandering lots
Watching the sky and pondering thoughts
Strange angel, music box genie
Behind for some time and now
I'm blind in one eye
And how this happened exactly
Will never be known

My thoughts take the shape of
The hang man's house never fails in time
Traveling salesman visiting