It’s a tough day, it’s a hard day, all my dreams they done burned away
An avalanche of my dreams are in the lion’ s den and now its connected like a mother guards her nest
So, how do I reconcile the choices that I’ve made? I’ve established that I want to play in the game, but sometimes a point guard misses his step like my boys Quad Muff that got no respect. Its nice to hypothesize what could have been, but that’s a bad idea ‘cause you’ll reach for the gin. And my future is open and I bought a new suit, its crazy orange leather made from alien antelope poop. Skills skills skills are the way I made my name, “Spicy Hands Mottel” is what all the critics say. Music and art is all that I got but its not as solid like a gold nugget rock.
I remember when I played a few times with Marc Ribot but every time I see him now he simply don’t remember no more. Kyp Malone: “Fall In Love” was the name of our band, now Kyp in TV On The Radio sweepin cross the land. Don’t forget Battles, they’re signed to Warp Records, but it used to be me and Ian Williams on Storm & Stress records. Touch and Go: always super cool, but my demos never made it to the top of the pool.
Talibam!: we got 27 records, 19 tours of Europe, yet we can’t do any better? With bands like Wavves too doped to play a show, we be professional musicians who can be trusted with yer dough. All my friends are famous, and all my colleagues hot, I got 4 kids in the station-wagon, the tires about to pop. Its no joke when I bust my ass workin 9 to 5, my ex-wife thinks I’m stupid replacing music for my life. Free jazz drummers: they’re a motherfuckin dime a dozen, sheddin all their chops like anyones gotta give 'em something. Saxophones, trumpets, guitars, keyboards and bass -- the scene is too crowded, get yo dick out of my face. I work hard to make my dreams come true -- “DIY to the 9’s,” so get yer hand out Betty Boo.
Yo check it man, I’m sorry to step in, but I got a few more rhymes to spit in the wind: I need time time time to make my art alive, confusion and dementia should not be on my mind, focused and relaxed is the vibe -- I don’t give a shit if Saddam Hussein’s still alive.
It’s a tough day, it’s a hard day, all my dreams they done burnt away.
Music and art is all that I got but its not as solid as a gold nugget rock.
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