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allone (usa) - roamer lyrics
r for the ragged, rash romantic
o is oh so like the cycle he ran in
a paints an anxious anti-social artist
m marks a mellow man, miserable, misanthropic
e eases the exhausted defensive eccentric
r returns for rough reactions, regret and reticence
slide silent in the night to try to find a canvas way late
has a plan, bag in hand, combat his trashy lame day
grab a cam, mask, his jams, caps and cans of spray paint
revamp a drab random freight train into a faberge egg
few things in life he can control
so when he writes with aerosol
this damaged soul likes the can control
and he goes…
writing cursive on night excursions
fights inner him like tyler durden
the high’s alluring, island searching
introverted, inadvertently anonymous and famous
responsible for “roam” like romulus and remus
ironically he’s great with the words but can’t possibly explain it
father is an artist, so it’s obvious he’s painting
get into a trance, he’s got it in his veins
sketching in a pad, puts his head into the task
conquering his pain whenever he gets mad
heading to the tracks, scrawl it on display
bombing all the trains like terrorist attacks
you might see the pieces and think “that’s worthless!”
but i added beauty and dimension to a flat surface
as it happens, that’s what happened
to my life that lacked purpose
when finding this art form and that’s perfect!
r for the ragged, rash romantic
o’s oh so like the cycle he ran in
a paints an anxious anti-social artist
m marks a mellow man, miserable, misanthropic
e eases the exhausted defensive eccentric
r returns for rough reactions, regret and reticence
in emotive moping mode he’s most motivated
to mold a mobile moma in a moment’s motion
eyes raw?
cry, lost?
krylon
ipod
(my songs)
“bye mom, i’m gone!”
ride on it then write on it. right on it!
appropriate, he’s “cope”ing when
he’s zoning, roaming, always growing
going bombing when he’s pulsing slowly
almost exploding. goes out then goes in!
hoping he won’t blow it
lone wolf…his only “pack” is a box of smokes
sober, somber, he holds his hard-earned token
his only drug is a pot (of joe)
take a drag n smog like the hobbit, tolkien
find a fence and hop it! talking only when he’s prompted
problems? so p-ssed. process pro pics
scrawl it. so sick. pops had told him:
jot it. quote it, if you got it? hone it
flaunt it. show it. honest, dope sh-t
bomb it. boast his…style so:
night stroll, sidetracked
mind roams, finds tracks
writes roamer, signs that…
sublime soul ’til light shows
when sunrise glows, run right
when 5-0’s brights strobe
always keep it “5 0” twice holmes
r for the ragged, rash romantic
o is oh so like the cycle he ran in
a paints an anxious anti-social artist
m marks a mellow man, miserable, misanthropic
e eases the exhausted defensive eccentric
r returns for rough reactions, regret and reticence
people think he’s a rebel or a vandal
really he’s a modern day renoir or a van gogh
his palette is a can and his canvas is a blank wall
nomad with a jansport that’ll rattle
in the night at a train yard as he travels
dignified with a vision and a craft grown
misting out a cap hole
lisping as it whispers scripting
artful vivid pictures on the metal
the car’s panels take a piece of his
and give peace within
so he gives each of them
a piece of him he channels
to the mobile gallery
to carry him to where he can’t go
and so scary…
the sick line-switch to grim times in a grave arc
from “sick lines!” with lip slides at the skate park
to sick lines of sniffed white that breaks hearts
to sick lines with thick type at the train yard!
spray on! thank god!
it brought him back. like a séance
the great art of graff’:
anonymous autographs
breath a little artful stamp, on the artifacts
off the bland blueprints in your auto-cad
all you cats ought to tag
he tags it in to tap into an automatic -ssist
a tactile tactic to tackle panic attacks, intact
facets: tacit, idiosyncratic and enigmatic…
and fact is well, that’s it
“you don’t know me? fine, yo, i don’t either
when i roam, on my own, that’s my soul/sole research.”
emerge with a racing heart, play a part
put a halo over these characters
make a mark and make some art
’til there’s a halo over this character
r for the ragged, rash romantic
o is oh so like the cycle he ran in
a paints the anxious anti-social artist
m marks a mellow man, miserable, misanthropic
e eases the exhausted defensive eccentric
r returns for rough reactions, regret and reticence
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