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lyrics
Bender:
Hangman behind me, tryin' to stump him on the last letter
Bad weather dog day afternoon black leather
Shorty got a coat-hanger, hope she tryin' to steal a car
Face drained of colour like a silver star in a film noir
Light pollution dimmed the galaxy to half a watt
Walking with Occam's razor pondering the path we lost
Air clouded, smog envelop us, the kids asleep
Empty warehouses exoskeletons of industry
Collapsing ceiling, low rise abandoned building
He just lamps and chills, feels like Maximilian at the Hilton
She said his tab's a bill, he ain't got half a shilling so he's
Climbing out the window 'fore that pimp comes back to kill him
Panic stricken on the transit system
Conductor acid trippin', havin' visions made a rash decision
Got merry-go-rounds on top of burial grounds that we swept
Under the rug and kept it hush but that's the land we live in
Some old socialite, baring her teeth
Very petite, out of fashion '90s heroin chic
Glaring at me, so paranoid convinced that I was following
She sucked her diamond ring off and swallowed it
Patience:
First year nursing student, barefoot, pumps in hand
Colourful hundreds and under bundled in a rubber band
Husband at home she’s unprotected with another man
Now summer’s fuckin’ with your head just like the Son of Sam
(They picket the clinic) Patients witness at their worst of times
(Jordans drop) The kid with debt up to his ankles is the first in line
Park bench drinking Listerine and turpentine
Winter’s twisting up your mood and now your burdened mind
Unbridled entitlement and rude to the underpaid
Cashier who’d whoop his ass at Scrabble AND in other ways
Construction zones, sinkholes and something strange
Weaves between the trees and buildings and it comes this way
Run from change, it bubbles under, count the months and days
Where’s his parents? An heir apparent wears his funnel cake
Your neighbour wages escalating engagement in a drunken rage
Window washer hits the pavement like a stun grenade
My flesh is varnished by a film of the city’s air
And parasitic bacteria that just isn’t there
Employee scrubs off the sidewalk with little care
Man takes a seat places his bag on the middle chair
credits
from High Priests of Low-Life,
released November 15, 2014
Produced by Bender. Additional instrumentation by Hancock. Written and performed by D-Sisive, Bender and Patience.
supported by 11 fans who also own “And They Hide Their Eyes ft. D-Sisive”
I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree