Lungo / No. V / Shaka
Shaka was a weird guy. I think that’s probably an understatement. Shaka was the Miracle Worker, the Thaumaturge, the Mysterious Benefactor, and the Son of the Secret. The only person who could kill him was, well, himself. I tried my best to pick some songs that hone in on his ineffableness and knowledge of quite possibly everything that was and will be to come. His genres, like he was, are all over the place and the big theme to take away is: he might’ve actually known everything.
-D.H.
What we are is (Gotta get to the bottom of this)
What we are not (Gotta get to the bottom of this)
אֶהְיֶה אֲשֶׁר אֶהְיֶה (Gotta get to the bottom of this)
What myths must make us man?
I was observing the birds (circle in for the kill)
I've been you, I know you, your façade is a scam
You know you're making me cry, this is the way that I am
I've been living a lie, a metamorphical scheme
Detective undercover, brotherhood, objective: obscene
Thou wilt never
Know what I am
I am the fifth dimension
And I'll split the atom
And if you see me
You're paralyzed
Pillar of salt
You're mummified
To sort of relinquish the reigns our
Brains their mass has gravity and
Pulls us into and away from
Portals such as Fractal Ed's
Mysterioso displacement
Proportioned subtle anti-bubble
Gun unarmed the torsos run but they
Cannot grasp, they're brainless foot fast
Past and present, large and lovely
Static quagmire lonely loco
Taco truck of mind space 'plosives
Pliable and portable refillable reusable
I can see it in their eyes
They're coming for you, honey
Painted faces, sharpened knives
Do you think it's funny?
If you dress it up, you'll have to break it in
But you never look better then when you wear your animal skin
I'm tied to so many things I don't need to do
I'll loosen my strings to feel more like you
I'm tied to so many things I don't need to do
I'll loosen my strings to feel more like you
He is divinity omniscient
Seeing the world revolve with spite
The surge of humanity oblivious
To the divine whom bringeth light
Let there be night
Behold the day she found me here
So near the end of love's career
I feared every flower that appeared
Had been uprooted by my peers
But then my autumn prayers were heard
Just before the frost emerged
And I'll have my just desserts
When once again I'm next to her
Maybe I'll come true
But I got this sinking feeling
That nothing's real anymore
But I don't care, do you?
I got this sinking feeling
That nothing's real anymore
‘Cause when people like me they know everything
End up telling you what to do
You’ll always going to be looking out for me and my interests
It’s true
