All these dots, draw me lines,
gimme, enough to find,
every angle in the plot that rings a note of the divine.
Lemme try to define mine, by making time rhyme,
Relating seen signs I hate being confined to, give me life,
I need an agent to serve through,
An eye to observe through,
A pair of hands to do my work through,
What's worth doing.
And no worse losing out on the verse brewing
no curse stewing.
I'm making corners in choruses of the thing
Keep ignoring the foreigners to our closed off ring
your heart and your throat enclose magnetic wings,
your actions have a voice in the ether it can sing.
I'm playin string loops,
Makin rings swoop,
EM-field wavelengths bringing shapes through
To you, specifically. Experience it differently
If you can hear it maybe listen to me
Bring me the bass
I’ll spit the acid
Well make the salt of the earth after dancing
My engine ain’t combustion and it can’t blow a gasket
I am a being of being a being after,
Gimme bass, gimme acid,
I'll play the metals and the Radiation past it
My engine ain’t combustion and it can’t blow a gasket
I am a being of being a being after,
If seeing ain't believing then I can’t put it past you.
Take what the waves gave you, and make it matter
My senses in elevation,
Ascend above a need for simple self preservation.
I arrange my gravitation, create my own elation,
I’m reaching out, emerging imitations,
Those dimensions were made of 3, I can count to 4,
Keep investing chains maybe I can count to more,
learning schemes, tally numbers and take score,
Write mile high lines of your bloodlines lore,
But I’m made of different stuff than you think at first pass,
Charge spin and mass turning tangible facts,
I roll through a plane unseeable to you,
And when I lack clarity you make up your own truth,
We keep things loose, points are approximate,
Crystal, ether, juice share electric intoxicants,
You’ve heard the formula, here's the concoction
Turn up for you loud, down is not an option
Bring me the bass
I’ll spit the acid
Well make the salt of the earth after dancing
My engine ain’t combustion and it can’t blow a gasket
I am a being of being a being after,
Gimme bass, gimme acid,
I'll play the metals and the Radiation past it
My engine ain’t combustion and it can’t blow a gasket
I am a being of being a being after,
There's more than dark and light and me
I am experience, I got a part to be
see through each hue in the heartbeat patterns
Win the privilege to climb this ladder
Found tools and how to use em,
And it can choose from all the rules in its illusion
A sky high signal ratio amidst disaster
A lovely album that, like “Songs for Sad Trolls”, keenly reflects the emotions and experiences of various Homestuck characters.
“Fool” is equal parts gloomy, angry, romantic, and sorrowful. I’ve cried while listening to its heartbreaking lyrics and emotional sound. --N--
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Very cheerful and fluffy sound. It's an album I have trouble recommending to people I talk to about music with, but if it's your kind of thing you'll love it. fritzthewolf