I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical world Now you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curl Her name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yup Whenever she popped up, put a swirl on my cone I used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouth But the stones turned precious when they all came out On a string of deep thought that could never be bought Body rock don't stop, be bop to hip hop Cold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor, What was left a shoestring budget on call Then these new styles came along Some on to the next on some other hit, their own trip Colors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, dated Make you feel old and jaded The goal was to make it and we made it but We didn't know how to keep it Like nice kicks. that wouldn't fit Only way was to box it up and duct tape it up Store it underneath the bed and open it up Once in a blue moon, Think about a cool ending To a story that ended too soon Gotta bring back the feeling I'll do anything not to be stuck on fiending A pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patient To an open heart, it's a daily operation After six come seven and eight Access code to the pearly gates They say heaven can wait And you speak of fate A finale to a play for my mate I see the angels draw the drapes Over the earthscape Where the wine is the spirit of grapes Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape As our records will stay on rotate You say a circle is a flawless shape Every part equi-distance from the center On the arc without a start or a finish A line on a loop carries weight A freight train runs unabated Views vanish from my point vantage, Passages come in and out The way I recall your antics (how I remember your antics) Still alive cause I said it A life of its own unless we dead it Till they see our name in credits A labor of love you mean slavery Surely, it's been quite savory Crepe on the balcony, verbal alchemy Pure magic when she touches me I read that love is kind but it's also blind of any style You profess, would you be my guest (you could be my guest) Happiness is a hot potato that you can't possess for long Just pass it on like a song And I might look calm and collected at a glance But I taste the void when I'm not connected To the world kinetic, as opposed to static Idle hands a workshop of a digital addict (a modern-day addict) On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed The mind in need of stimulation Elevator music to the space station Penthouse of stars a-blazing After six come seven and eight Access code to the pearly gates They say heaven can wait And you speak of fate A finale to a play for my mate I see the angels draw the drapes Over the earthscape Where the wine is the spirit of grapes Gotta finish what we started, so I cut the tape As our records will stay on rotate
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