Milo, Busdriver - Red oleanders lyrics

"to live in Hiroshima
I left Japan because of the war
War was wrong i came here to start over
Begin a new family, with a son
Another chance to pass down the teachings
For 2, 000 years knowledge passed
From father to son, father to son
When Shingo died, it stopped"

"Teach me i can do it"
"You are not Japanese! You are not a Tanaka!"
"You taught me to use any tactic that works
Never to limit myself to one style
To keep an open mind!" "Why?"
"To honor you, shidoshi"

My sadness crept up on an escalator
Looked in my granddad's eyes and
Saw the life leave him
I have the super power to summon pipe
Dreams when I might need 'em
There's no point to fight the four seasons
I would've raised my hand but
I'd make a poor deacon
I'd make a better Batman draped in black skin
I used to pour my guts out
But now I push 'em back in
And that's when I built a
Tabernacle out of wood pulp
Ramshackled but I celebrated with a big gulp
Things are hella great within my little cult
Yo, what's the coding for a matrix fart?
Can you believe i had to crown myself the
New patriarch among the leaves
I found myself reviewing safety
Charts and faculties
Face of stone like they had baffled me

When we met sadness wasn't my favorite sport
Just as of yet
Exiting all of your dreams soaking wet
Until you told me to flee under the pretense
That I was a threat

Cause when you stretch our
Love across all time
Time becomes a construct of the mind
It's a practice of the mad
So when I spill my guts
Just push them back in

My sadness crept up on an elevator
I walked to the post office with
A fistful of red oleanders
On an alabaster throne
I made it known from my smartphone
Essence precedes existence
And that's why I can write
Rob so many fucking songs
I felt it in my bones, yo
I crossed the threshold
That's why I rep Hellfyre Club
Like a filthy vassal
Why does every DJ have a haircut like Zorg
I'm sorta bored with these flaccid
Talks about mortar boards
The mark of childhood's end like overlords
I found zen like a member of the Tanaka clan
Fuck it, I guess I'm way more awkward than
Slamming Dr octagonecologyst
A wiry, Platonic apologist

"I think it would have been better
If the pragmatists had said
'we can tell you about
Justification but we can’t
Tell you about truth' there’s nothing
To be said about
It that is we know how we justify beliefs
We know that the adjective 'true'
Is the word we apply
To the beliefs that we’ve
Justified we know that a belief can be true
Without being justified that’s
About all we know about truth and
Justification is relative to an
Audience and to
A range of truth candidates truth
Isn’t relative to anything just
Because it isn’t
Relevant to anything there's nothing to be
Said of it truth with a capital
T is sort of like God
You know there's not much you
Can say about God"