Buck 65 - Square One lyrics
[Buck 65 - Square One lyrics]
Pretty soon the hippies of today
Will be the squares of tomorrow
It was the echoing voices of the old ones
Through thick steeled forests and
Over scorched earth always just out of reach
A murder of crows judged my every footstep
My bones were frozen
Penniless and entirely out of breath
I washed my beautiful hands in the
Black market dog water trough
But through it all the real
Stick in my spokes
Was the torment of my dreams
I fought of sleep with both
Fists and sometimes fire
With no more than a blow gun
I made from an exhausted pen
I shot the stars out of the sky
When each one fell sparkling to the ground
I made wishes that never came true
Apparitions of angels with angry eyes
Appeared at each new moon
My own ghost be gain whispering
Trees died if I tried to climb them
The decision was made for me
To begin interpreting real life just
As I would nightmares (More mumbling)
(03: 50 song 2)
Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
Buck 65
Watching an already dead world vanish
We the banished and outlawed wander
Hither and yonder like dogs gone hungry
Funky and angry and sometimes ugly
Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers
Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians
Practitioners of black magic
We make music from used up
Junk and bad luck dreams liars and losers
Emus and aardvarks gypsies and pen thieves
Peddlers, Card Sharks
All of us fortune tellers home in the forest
Hard core, building a cardboard fortress
Forward fast and backwards blindfolded
Trying to find gold buried in flood planes
Covered in blood stains
Fly bites and egg yolk
Running away with one of my legs broke
Sometimes it’s lonesome traveling homeless
Not knowing where you’re going
Riding the railroads pickups and sailboats
Most of the loco-motives
Once we decide to see some
Of the country side working with circus
Performers and cut-throats
Discussions with perfectionists
Perverts and poets
Haven’t you ever heard of the… 1200 hoboes?
We ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
We build campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write songs
And plus we stay up like all night long
But we ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
We build campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write songs
And plus we stay up like all night long
(05: 18 song 3 - "Phil"
Appeared on the other Buck's albums)
20 some years is a long walk
Even if it's not in a straight line
You see a lot of things in the distance
You know what they say about great minds
You and I think about the same things
Dream the same dreams play the same games
We started out in the same place
Believe it or not we got the same names
Everything happens for a good cause
Whether it be victory or loss
And the road may turn into a run way
But, you’ll know what to do someday
Trust me I’ve seen it all before
I’ve climbed to the tops of the tallest trees
To get away from the deep water
To find the touch of the smallest breeze
You’ll find a girl with a low voice
Who holds the world in her bare hands
You’ll fall in love you’ll have no choice
Once you are given a fair chance
For the first time you will sleep well
Take a deep breath see the sun shine
Hold on to her for dear life
And then watch the whole world unwind
Ask her to show you some magic
And I guarantee that she will say yes
Tell her you’ve seen forever and
You’ll be together not a day less
Just know until that time comes
And after you cross that first mile
That the hardest part is behind you
And all of the pain will be worthwhile
From storm clouds come angels
Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt grows the flower
When faith can't be measured
From storm clouds come angels
Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt grows the flower
When faith can't be measured (09: 05 song 4)
I know a man who was born
With his heart on the outside
Every man's worst fear he
Also had heavy hands
He couldn’t touch his lover's face
He couldn’t hold a baby
He would never desert them
But he was worried he would hurt them maybe
Mad at the world his face turned hot pink
The best he could do was
Just try to not think
But he was too bothered
So he would only try rarely
He read the last page of
Every book in the library
He lacked the charisma
Of a true revolutionary crime fighter
Would try to write but
Kept breaking his typewriter
He preaches manifesto like a militant radical
Was diligent but his greatest
Mistakes were grammatical
If he only spent more
Time rehearsing and preparing
There wouldn’t have to be so
Much cursing and swearing eyes on fire
His volume was blistering
No one had taught him about
The power of whispering he is dynamite
Blows kisses eats dirt
His mouth of a volcano he is a t-shirt
He stands on stilts
But doesn’t stand for funny stuff ask me
He just hasn’t been around the sun enough
He paints self-portrait's with a roller
Only eats corn
And then tries to sell his own soul
On a street corner
He always remembers everyone’s numbers
And sometimes cries into his
Own cumbersome hands
(Scratching mixes)
(11: 38 song 5)
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall
Read beginning to end and measured sideways
I’ve traveled the length of
Your desert highways been under your bed
And slept in ditches i saw your scars
Was kept in stitches to keep from crying
I’m trying not to pay attention
But as I may have mentioned
I’m being held hostage
I’m lost and exhausted i want to go home now
But, I’m too far gone
And I don’t even know how
The silent knight and tarnished armor
Charming and harmful the charma chameleon
Might get violent dancing with shadows
And playing charades it’s the minimal plan
Of the invisible man and what’s it like
Living life you may ask
Standing on the other side a two way glass
Well it’s not what it’s cracked up to be
I’ll tell you that much you can look
But, you can’t touch like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall all I want to do
Is go fly a kite or take a hike
And try and keep myself
From taking a flying leap
There’s ringing in my ears
Especially at night
Kaleidoscopic visions of a cocaine cat fight
People play parlor games behind closed doors
Secrets are sacred when nobody knows yours
But somebody does
You forgot about the bottom feeders
The dirty rotten cheaters
And all of the stock breeders
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall
Will be the squares of tomorrow
It was the echoing voices of the old ones
Through thick steeled forests and
Over scorched earth always just out of reach
A murder of crows judged my every footstep
My bones were frozen
Penniless and entirely out of breath
I washed my beautiful hands in the
Black market dog water trough
But through it all the real
Stick in my spokes
Was the torment of my dreams
I fought of sleep with both
Fists and sometimes fire
With no more than a blow gun
I made from an exhausted pen
I shot the stars out of the sky
When each one fell sparkling to the ground
I made wishes that never came true
Apparitions of angels with angry eyes
Appeared at each new moon
My own ghost be gain whispering
Trees died if I tried to climb them
The decision was made for me
To begin interpreting real life just
As I would nightmares (More mumbling)
(03: 50 song 2)
Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
Buck 65
Watching an already dead world vanish
We the banished and outlawed wander
Hither and yonder like dogs gone hungry
Funky and angry and sometimes ugly
Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers
Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians
Practitioners of black magic
We make music from used up
Junk and bad luck dreams liars and losers
Emus and aardvarks gypsies and pen thieves
Peddlers, Card Sharks
All of us fortune tellers home in the forest
Hard core, building a cardboard fortress
Forward fast and backwards blindfolded
Trying to find gold buried in flood planes
Covered in blood stains
Fly bites and egg yolk
Running away with one of my legs broke
Sometimes it’s lonesome traveling homeless
Not knowing where you’re going
Riding the railroads pickups and sailboats
Most of the loco-motives
Once we decide to see some
Of the country side working with circus
Performers and cut-throats
Discussions with perfectionists
Perverts and poets
Haven’t you ever heard of the… 1200 hoboes?
We ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
We build campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write songs
And plus we stay up like all night long
But we ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
We build campfires and ride box-cars
Town to town, we just write songs
And plus we stay up like all night long
(05: 18 song 3 - "Phil"
Appeared on the other Buck's albums)
20 some years is a long walk
Even if it's not in a straight line
You see a lot of things in the distance
You know what they say about great minds
You and I think about the same things
Dream the same dreams play the same games
We started out in the same place
Believe it or not we got the same names
Everything happens for a good cause
Whether it be victory or loss
And the road may turn into a run way
But, you’ll know what to do someday
Trust me I’ve seen it all before
I’ve climbed to the tops of the tallest trees
To get away from the deep water
To find the touch of the smallest breeze
You’ll find a girl with a low voice
Who holds the world in her bare hands
You’ll fall in love you’ll have no choice
Once you are given a fair chance
For the first time you will sleep well
Take a deep breath see the sun shine
Hold on to her for dear life
And then watch the whole world unwind
Ask her to show you some magic
And I guarantee that she will say yes
Tell her you’ve seen forever and
You’ll be together not a day less
Just know until that time comes
And after you cross that first mile
That the hardest part is behind you
And all of the pain will be worthwhile
From storm clouds come angels
Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt grows the flower
When faith can't be measured
From storm clouds come angels
Let pain give you pleasure
From dirt grows the flower
When faith can't be measured (09: 05 song 4)
I know a man who was born
With his heart on the outside
Every man's worst fear he
Also had heavy hands
He couldn’t touch his lover's face
He couldn’t hold a baby
He would never desert them
But he was worried he would hurt them maybe
Mad at the world his face turned hot pink
The best he could do was
Just try to not think
But he was too bothered
So he would only try rarely
He read the last page of
Every book in the library
He lacked the charisma
Of a true revolutionary crime fighter
Would try to write but
Kept breaking his typewriter
He preaches manifesto like a militant radical
Was diligent but his greatest
Mistakes were grammatical
If he only spent more
Time rehearsing and preparing
There wouldn’t have to be so
Much cursing and swearing eyes on fire
His volume was blistering
No one had taught him about
The power of whispering he is dynamite
Blows kisses eats dirt
His mouth of a volcano he is a t-shirt
He stands on stilts
But doesn’t stand for funny stuff ask me
He just hasn’t been around the sun enough
He paints self-portrait's with a roller
Only eats corn
And then tries to sell his own soul
On a street corner
He always remembers everyone’s numbers
And sometimes cries into his
Own cumbersome hands
(Scratching mixes)
(11: 38 song 5)
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall
Read beginning to end and measured sideways
I’ve traveled the length of
Your desert highways been under your bed
And slept in ditches i saw your scars
Was kept in stitches to keep from crying
I’m trying not to pay attention
But as I may have mentioned
I’m being held hostage
I’m lost and exhausted i want to go home now
But, I’m too far gone
And I don’t even know how
The silent knight and tarnished armor
Charming and harmful the charma chameleon
Might get violent dancing with shadows
And playing charades it’s the minimal plan
Of the invisible man and what’s it like
Living life you may ask
Standing on the other side a two way glass
Well it’s not what it’s cracked up to be
I’ll tell you that much you can look
But, you can’t touch like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall all I want to do
Is go fly a kite or take a hike
And try and keep myself
From taking a flying leap
There’s ringing in my ears
Especially at night
Kaleidoscopic visions of a cocaine cat fight
People play parlor games behind closed doors
Secrets are sacred when nobody knows yours
But somebody does
You forgot about the bottom feeders
The dirty rotten cheaters
And all of the stock breeders
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall and like
Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mind
And lord knows I try to close my eyes
But it happens so fast
I keep my eye on the ball
But still I never asked to be
A fly on the wall