Lyrics:
idealist
(Bet your life) minimal expressionist, post-modern, neo-symbolist
(Bet your life) armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist
(Bet your
take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line
Stories extreme, she's such
they take,
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line,
Stories extreme, she's
Mutual vasectomy
Sort of
Real life complexities
No more
Drinking coffee like never before
Postmodern man
Postmodern wife
Postmodern children
plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
There's
just (alright)
The vibes is (all new)
And the bags is (alright)
The vibes is (all new)
And the bags is
Postmodern is contemporary, whatever
Post-modern writer
Post .Post Post-modern writer
Of course she's a sensitive girl
A green backpack confirms
In the canteen downstairs
I want to get
You think you know lonely
you think you know lonely
you think you know lonely
You're caught up in the post-modern jive
caught up in
fellows
POSTMODERN ONE,
FOR THA GRIPPIN' A PEN TO HAVE
SOME MO' FUN
POSTMODERN TWO,
DISCERNMENT I'M INTERESTED IN
YOU
POSTMODERN THREE, BEAT IT
WIT ME JUST
plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found
You're a late 20th century
Postmodern refugee
A late 20th century
Postmodern tragedy
There's nothing
Laurent with plastic pearls
Rose tinted life iPhone filtered world
We are so postmodern it hurts
We are so postmodern it hurts
Wrap me in your moral high
post-modern man
If I had a credit card I'd clear me a pathway
Through the deepest jungle right to your door
If I had a camera I'd snap away my fingers
Fear, the king of fellings
The essence of a postmodern slave
The system's order. To hate
The system's reason. To hate
The system's need. To hate
Post-mortem close to
Post-modern
Countless copies
Of a single
Primal cell
The art of metastasis
Unwanted division
And distribution
To remote areas
put all my eggs in a postmodern song
Lucy can't dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Or this shallow orb mugged by reality
Just
Postmodern noise
Bite my lip
Grab my loins
Holy ships
Bible toys
Ugly girls
Pretty boys
What a joke
Postmodern noise
Bite my lip
Grab my loins
Holy ships
Bible
Post, postmodern world
No time for heroes, no place for good guys
No room for rocky the flying squirrel
They're not here, they're not coming
Not in
Post-modern tantrums on a father's dime
Vanishing, vanishing
Vanishing, vanishing
A shining path beckons me
Never to be seen again
A shining path
The tourist gather from all over the globe
It's winter in Hokkaido and it's so cold
Ice sculptures and carved out buildings
Post-modern Colonel
the speed limit
Gettin' to you
But I ain't got a hammer
And I ain't got a pencil
And I ain't got a lasso
So I'm doing it the hard way
Like a post post-modern
bad news
I know that's not the way
Most people meet but, hey
We're living in the fast lane
Post-modern day
You're not sure you can change
Or get out
about my twenties, I was learning the ropes
I had a tendency of thinking about it after I spoke
"We're experiencing life through the postmodern lens"
yokluğum acıtmaz
Post-modern ayrılık moda
Derme çatma sevdalardan uzakta
Hiçbir şey uymuyor
İnsanlar durmuyor
Anladım aslında kimse kimseyi duymuyor
Benden
postmodern(ist) blues
Be wary of the structure of the whole
Post postmodern(ist) blues
I rap more quickly when the basement is cold
Losing touch with what's cool
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