Don Johnson Big Band Salt Water
Standing on the platform Looking out of the city Seeing the sunrise And my headphones' off Salty waters Check this out
I'm riding on the 5.40 Taking people back home in the morning Find a safe spot and curl up against the window Thoughts forming in my head, i'm on a thin rope Disjointed, before this breaking day pointed Me back in the right direction, close contact With do you want more and prose combat
Deep in this blue moment holding me tight I turn around and travel back to the beginning Plan to stay there all night No preventing the fact that time is ticking faster But i'm past the point where losing a day is a disaster Last a minute more than the mind ever expected Find a memory, connect it to a december week, in effect it's The summer washed away, these moments getting shorter I still remember sleeping in the smell of salt water
I never thought the day would arrive when the Same music once able to drive people insane and burn Turntables alive would suddenly start to turn sour Polished unrecognizable, slowly devour It's surroundings, people howling "new masterpiece!" Your latest mix, who passed the p's and made a switch? Now it's 2 double-zero 3, more mighty tricks And i would rather see an album like the one in 96 When i spent practically every morning content Just to wear your tape out on the way to school or represent The kind of rugged raw attitude the music related Flaring like the yellow street lights, illuminated By a creative force that seemed impossible to harness My favorite artist hands down, came and played the hardest Bands down, on that february night For years to come, ain't seen nothing of the like
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It's out of order, out of control, now the border patrol Is after you, is it too distorted a goal To take aim and claim we need a war at a whole Group of artists gone and done fall in a hole? What they preach is nothing more than glamour and glitz Elaborate pics, bigger in score, camera tricks Triggering more enamor with fame, sore because This famine inflicts pain on the stomach and brain For more loud token RnB vocals If you're outspoken, the power to keep your mouth open Might quickly turn against you, i'm proceeding wide awake Breath in, and there's never been a finer day To spend trying to wait for the minutes to pass Now i'm treading on a sinister path, better finish it fast And this pen is the last thing left I wish it had more letters to cast
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