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My new favourite piece of lyric poetry - putting it here so I don't lose it...
(From this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJ7w-z4BvMo - which I highly recommend...)
When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like "pick a card, any card..."
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hanging with the David Blaines
I'd be swimming with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of that game. Escape Artist
I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strained polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves,
I play through the pain and remain conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one-fifth of some of the shit I’ve made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pulling rabbit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealing any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess I been sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half
They never paid attention But I can't afford to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break and an autograph for my cast
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a little bit of audience participation now
When I say “hip”
You, you say “shut the fuck up we ain't sayin’ shit!”
And I'll respect it
Check it,
Got a flair for the dramatic exit
A fashionable entrance
Late to my own arraignment
The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this art, your broken heart is my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent
That's why you still live at home and I bought this house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of myself
I see the hair on my back
I'm 'On The Road' reading Kerouac
It's poems versus better raps
I think to myself
What's worth remembering
Verses defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods?
In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess I been sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's...
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
But none of this is getting told in confidence I reckon
I spin confidential records just to hold the listener's attention
I'm a veteran of spatial relationships
I clip your wings to fit you in, head-shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances in a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven-sent angelic devil-boy. This God’s androgynous
I'm looking marvelous but looks CAN kill
And they're unsure about my sexual orientation still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby-breath arrangement
The vault is vacant They're all looking for fault or blame
I called my agent The moment that I caught the train
I let him know I'm going nowhere, and he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my burden to bear, not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much
(From this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJ7w-z4BvMo - which I highly recommend...)
When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like "pick a card, any card..."
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hanging with the David Blaines
I'd be swimming with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of that game. Escape Artist
I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strained polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves,
I play through the pain and remain conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one-fifth of some of the shit I’ve made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pulling rabbit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealing any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess I been sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half
They never paid attention But I can't afford to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break and an autograph for my cast
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a little bit of audience participation now
When I say “hip”
You, you say “shut the fuck up we ain't sayin’ shit!”
And I'll respect it
Check it,
Got a flair for the dramatic exit
A fashionable entrance
Late to my own arraignment
The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this art, your broken heart is my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent
That's why you still live at home and I bought this house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of myself
I see the hair on my back
I'm 'On The Road' reading Kerouac
It's poems versus better raps
I think to myself
What's worth remembering
Verses defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods?
In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess I been sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's...
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
But none of this is getting told in confidence I reckon
I spin confidential records just to hold the listener's attention
I'm a veteran of spatial relationships
I clip your wings to fit you in, head-shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances in a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven-sent angelic devil-boy. This God’s androgynous
I'm looking marvelous but looks CAN kill
And they're unsure about my sexual orientation still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby-breath arrangement
The vault is vacant They're all looking for fault or blame
I called my agent The moment that I caught the train
I let him know I'm going nowhere, and he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my burden to bear, not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much