Oliver Oxen, I Presume?
April 25th, 2010Sometimes, Sunday morning is for: Rapping.
Download: Record Club War Machine – Oliver Oxen, I Presume?
Lyrics:
[The] cinema projector beam
dreamscape
swingin’ up the side of the empire state
in a space invader fall
you just kill ‘em all
and cut off their braids
you don’t resuscitate
or dance on their graves
in the gunsmoke haze
you sleep!
under satellite scars and shooting stars
flickering crown
blood and leaves rain down
on a pale afternoon
with a big-ass tat
on the middle of your back that reads:
Stay bumpin’ funky diatriabe
speeding through the skyways
off the map, Launchpad McQuack
Shanghaied, eyes, beak, feathers and backpack
yo some take this path, and some take that
cotton pickin’ minute in this tiger pit
animal slaveship
isn’t it funny?
Gene’s face, IMAP erased
this bandwagon seems late
three cheers!
Ollie, Ollie Oxen Free, man
beers, beers
i’m kinda weird at this point
feelin’, like, annointed
Icicle Jones, killin’ microphones
[walking through the...]