Then Silence Lyrics & Tabs by Gruvis Malt
Then Silence
guitar chords lyrics
Privacy has got me by the throat
it's cut me down to size in quarter notes
and I'm have the man I was when this was written
but twice as shy now that I've been knocked around
Specifically? I'm talking about my home.
Forget providence, I make my own.
I'm doing a residency in music in a strictly commercial zone and I can't even believe that I'm at odds with the city
do I have to get endighted to get support around here?
I mean I'm not Dunkin Donuts but I'm giving back to society
and you don't recognize without the label validation spectacles(e)
the one who stands for something is just the one born with no knees
so don't expect me to rock it in your name, sitting sidelines in the radio game.
Replace me with a supermarket, over there we'll build a mall.
soon comparison rockers shop at the Century Lounge or the Call.
We hit a wall a while ago built on premature reputations
Replace me with a supermarket, over there we'll build a mall.
soon comparison rockers shop at the Century Lounge or the Call.
We hit a wall a while ago built on premature reputations
but now we fall between the lines the city fails to read,
confused by lyrical subject matter (other than that promoting weed)
and time signatures designed for something more than moving feet
but I've been drinking water working harder than anyone else who's unemployed
six years of shows and all excuses are null and (the) void
we've fallen into
"Hey, it's Gruvin Bigpants Kids. I seen yous play at da Lupo's. Are ya still doin da music thing?"
In this "biz" we're not "kids" we're "casualties"
caught in the crossfire of trying to out-grunt colleagues
swallowing bands with hollow throats
I'd say we could coexist but being a good sport doesn't put Ramen on the table.
And this musical cannibalism is just a side effect
whether or not you see the invisible teeth that the media nips at your feet with
believe that neither rain nor sleet nor minimum wage will keep me from stopping the Poo Lyrical Tyranny
in the spirit of capitalism
with the spirit of an audio collision
I sing to you, Phantoms of a Million Bad Decisions, "Have lunch on my GRAVE!"
I hope you choke on my divisions! Your appetite's the bridge between soup and superstition
and now six feet of silence
asleep under the piano
finally pacified by the dirt dismal quiet of second story nation.
It's piling up like crazy and my stage name sits on top of me
forget the tophat, I want back to Babyhead like John Monopoly
Always the student with no class, I traded in my lav pass to go to the recession,
And now I read social encounters as mathematical expressions:
Loneliness divided by huddled mass plus density equals me switching seats and getting off a block early,
Coughing home to 60 degrees and grilled cheese.
Complaints carpet my apartment on the 3rd floor, overlooking slums like a lottery billboard.
Stressed out about being stressed out
Dressed up to cash out and get a stomach knot when I can't cash doubt
I need a moment of solitude
To lose my poor attitude
But I'm only invisible when I feel credible.
It's a silent world that won't stop speaking to me---
Strangers' stories that freeze my journal entries
60 degrees and a nicotine breeze bring me home finally to my 2nd floor destiny
And it's odd to think that work is rest to me and rest is work,
I paid out my investments in sleep deprivation currency.
Matching breathing rhythms to those of the broken fridge
I file today under "useless" so it's water under the bridges
The download slows to null, other's troubles are flushed when my lids locked at sunrise
My alarm made me realize $1.25 isn't even half the cost of riding the RIPTA bus.
With no fuss the pen drops (or is it the hand that stops writing its bedtime story?)
days to allegory
In six hours a filmed over sun invades our territory to START PUSHING!
SILENCE THEN AGGRESSION
EXHAUSTION TO EXHAUST
ESCAPE IS TEMPORARY
RUNNING CIRCLES IN A TRAFFIC JAM
TO SHUT DOWN.
