The Factsmoker by NEETS
Tracklist
| 1. | The Factsmoker | 3:00 |
Lyrics
Deep in the heart of the court of the certain thing
In the clothes of "who knows", behind a curtain blowing rings
I am an emperor, here in my humidor
Like a cold to the system,
well the thought's common
The un-obscure
it's impure, before a
smoulder-shaman
Burn the recorder
You all applaud
a god of disorder on a throne
For cowboy-callers
of inhalation
known
to ventilate
interpretation grown
hallucination
is strikin' lucky
calling from a snuffbox:
Man extrapolation
Change a lens,
smuggle tar and dna to
monuments in
esotericable
hidden ends,
like a cigarette'll burn an
element, it meant
impediment-in-order
so i play with the values
but the price stays the same
sell off a city in a cloud
seeing-eye within a shroud
Stickin' filters in the pages, it's a
schizophrenic game
Puffing parse-ls, unencumbered
Light the ledgers of the names I know
A cherry burner for the board
Parse em out, I only roll my own
In the spaces where you slumber
In the office, in a crowd
I'm pointing west, the peasants are obsessed
Shake the dust and I print the legend loud
In ritual and rite
I got em lookin through a glass
Groping mild in the dark
Histori-schism to the past
FACT: Personnel is not policy
FACT: Time is a self-solving rubik's cube
FACT: We can't know what we can't know
FACT: The factsmoker does not exist
I'm going native, administrative
(to) End the atrocity of
uncut veracity
I need to chuff 'em down
I'll institute it out
No peace of pipe is found
Pieces of knowing ground
Reverse a pointer for a
thumb to see what you become
Touch on an unrevealer,
I'm the scrivener
actin' dumb
You need interpretation;
quantization,
on your knees
You need an arbitrator;
I'm the traitor Art is from
It can't be abdicated
I never wore a crown
You've been elucidated
Time's out of cap and gown
Deed to the clearinghouse
In flavor-country matters
Insurgeon's warning light
Spirits sit on a platter
Everywhere you see the fire,
the facts smoke
Learning how to learn's a liar;
the facts smoke
To extinguish and expire,
the facts smoke
Matereality in menthol:
"Cough it up"
Credits
Allen: Guitar
Alen: Drums
Alan: Keys
Allan: Bass, Vocals
Alina: Saxophone
Audio Doctoring and Guest Vocals by
Col. A.M. Smithee
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