Analyrical:
Humans made the wheel, what a brilliant plan
Next thing ya know, we got a minivan
The gas price rises up to the stars
So nowadays you pay for a hybrid car
So Shake-up, simple task won't you wake-up
Mental make-up disguised by your make-up
Make-up anything that you wish to
Civil turned fickle and won't face the issue
Hook:
Oh, Oh I know - that we could
Build it, or dream it, or burn it on to the ground
Oh, Oh I know - that we don't
Want it, don't need it, Believe it we
Burn Down The Old School
Analyrical:
You live day-to-day on a private farm
But now they pick fruit with bionic arms
I'm lazy as hell, no doubt about it
Was never satisfied with my allowance
We drink that air where the water's clean
Break old habits start a new routine
Forget about all those trend machines
Cuz we already on to the next thing!
Hook
Analyrical:
Building up to break it so why the hell did you make it?
Tear it off again, to the skin, start naked
Steal a creation, fill in other replacements
Carry false whims in the lens, dark vacant
One part stem cell, Old part sits well
Sold hearts in hell, Go Far, skip self
We evolve, dissolve in the same pool
Live for right now, but how could I blame you?
Hook
credits
from Tales of the Troubadours,
released January 22, 2013
Bass, Guitar, Banjo, Organ and Programming by Phingaz
Mixed by Phingaz
Lyrics by Analyrical & Phingaz
Mastered by Bob "The Pro Tools Terrorist" Lindberg
Sharp commentary, big hooks, and stunning melodies make the Minneapolis rapper, poet, and songwriter's latest solo LP a triumph. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 8, 2023