This track was recored with Ceschi Ramos in New Haven, CT.
additional vocals by Kevin Gallager and Ceschi Ramos
the "Beatbox Poet" album download at:
https://mylesbullen.bandcamp.com/album/beatbox-poet
lyrics (verse one)
From the day I decided to do what I do everyday
Without a fuck to give under consent of the king
Turn my memories in melodies I can sing
Turn my friends who committed suicide
Into angels who just knew when to fly
I keep them in mind they're still alive
They're still around, I prey to the sun, look up at the sky
I crawl on the clouds
I sit & I sink in,
I lay on the ground
The divine winedy road I cross
Holding hands with open strangers
Bed of wood with hot cols to keep warm
Some of the people I’ve met & know best
Are closest to danger and no one can save them
It's cold outside I'll tell you that
The temperature though, I am not sure
(chorus)
I know it's cold, so bundle up
(verse two)
Dive deep into secrets, releasing a reason
For partial completion, proceeding to feed myself
Egoist higher hope
No recognition of conscious community
Losers are winning with lucrative living
These gimmicks are making the biggest decisions
They own all of the wood, burn all of the bridges
They're swallowing poison & call all women bitches
They don't have an inch of respect
Which has been leading me to believe frequently
That decency is needed within our community
Usually unity means that we are fluently
Moving together, progressively measuring
m.e.m's and molecules, being as honest as possible
Over come obstacles, digging for fossils and dinosaur bones
Hitch & hiking, I'm flying back home
