WHY?, Doseone - The Hollows lyrics
[WHY?, Doseone - The Hollows lyrics]
As I lay me down to fall asleep
With my demons dying and my pilot light weak
I curse the last six months I've
Been hiding behind a mustache, yeah
And to those last 10 years, I've
Been howling a paper moon, well, fuck you
This goes out to all
My underdone, other-tongued
Lung-long frontmen (This is what the ghost
Of someone's dad says)
And all us earth growths
Some planted and some pulled
(Shut up and put your money
Where your mouth is)
You shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin
An empty oyster shell and
Celebrate the hollows
This goes out to dirty
Dancing, cursing, back masking
Back-slidden pastor's kids
(From behind bars
It's not so hard to see He's risen)
And all us earth growths
Some planted and some pulled
(Nobody finds God and then goes to prison)
In Berlin, I saw two men fuck
In the dark corner of a basketball court
Just a slight jingle of pocket change pulsing
In the tourist park I lost 50 euros
To a guy with the walnut
Shells and the marble
It really pissed me off
So I thought I'd go back
To get my money, but all my homies warned me
"Oh, no, those gypsies prolly got knives"
This goes out to all
My under-brewed, double-duped
Two-time truth-fools
(Stop thinking a phone call or
Text is too complicated)
And all us earth growths
Some planted and some pulled
(Like a married uncle at a family function)
I got them shaky gums and
A couple of loose tooths
Now tell me what should I do?
My God, the clock's always
Stuck tellin' 11: 11, at 3: 32
This goes out to all
My underdone, other-tongued
Lung-long frontmen
(Even just Joanna Newsom's left hand)
And all us earth growths
Some planted and some pulled
(I could beat the pants in
Bass off your best man)
This goes out to all
My underdone, other-tongued
Lung-long frontmen (This is what the ghost
Of someone's dad says)
And all us earth growths doin' the
Croak like it ain't no joke
In a crowded room projected
Debonair aloof impermanence
He shrouded loosely in a
Heavy air of indeterminance
With my demons dying and my pilot light weak
I curse the last six months I've
Been hiding behind a mustache, yeah
And to those last 10 years, I've
Been howling a paper moon, well, fuck you
This goes out to all
My underdone, other-tongued
Lung-long frontmen (This is what the ghost
Of someone's dad says)
And all us earth growths
Some planted and some pulled
(Shut up and put your money
Where your mouth is)
You shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin
An empty oyster shell and
Celebrate the hollows
This goes out to dirty
Dancing, cursing, back masking
Back-slidden pastor's kids
(From behind bars
It's not so hard to see He's risen)
And all us earth growths
Some planted and some pulled
(Nobody finds God and then goes to prison)
In Berlin, I saw two men fuck
In the dark corner of a basketball court
Just a slight jingle of pocket change pulsing
In the tourist park I lost 50 euros
To a guy with the walnut
Shells and the marble
It really pissed me off
So I thought I'd go back
To get my money, but all my homies warned me
"Oh, no, those gypsies prolly got knives"
This goes out to all
My under-brewed, double-duped
Two-time truth-fools
(Stop thinking a phone call or
Text is too complicated)
And all us earth growths
Some planted and some pulled
(Like a married uncle at a family function)
I got them shaky gums and
A couple of loose tooths
Now tell me what should I do?
My God, the clock's always
Stuck tellin' 11: 11, at 3: 32
This goes out to all
My underdone, other-tongued
Lung-long frontmen
(Even just Joanna Newsom's left hand)
And all us earth growths
Some planted and some pulled
(I could beat the pants in
Bass off your best man)
This goes out to all
My underdone, other-tongued
Lung-long frontmen (This is what the ghost
Of someone's dad says)
And all us earth growths doin' the
Croak like it ain't no joke
In a crowded room projected
Debonair aloof impermanence
He shrouded loosely in a
Heavy air of indeterminance