Search results for 'salt-cured'

So many things
I got questions about
Paper-money-stock
Faith and doubt
Resolving pixels
Proof over time
Soundtrack dynasties
Scene of the crime
Great big monster
Beatified name
Tell me you are close
if not the same
So many things
I got questions about
Red sky proverbs
Meet life without
Holy spectacle
Virtue designs
Reasoned tempers
Ad-hominems fly
Fly fly fly
Fly, questions
Lamplighter on the side of the road
Don't tell me to go where I'm told
Networks and structures tired and old
Aqueducts groan
To fill the fountains
For questions
So many things
Will you help me to explain
Salt cured logic
Seasoned in shame
Play superstitious
Harp in the flames
Tell me you are close
If not the same
So many things
I got questions about
So many things
I got questions about
So many things
I got questions about
Great big monster,
Beatified name
Tell me you are close
If not the same
Tell me you are close
If not the same
Tell me you are close my darling friend
If not the same

Ayo switch-siders, ain't enough to incite us
Hard to stomach with the diverticulitis
When the lights don't blind
That's when a Ganga shine brightest
Effect on mine not in the slightest
They got us on a list now Oh god
I got 50 on my wrist now Oh lord
Damn, it's rubber bands but the shit go tard
Clams straight out of the can
With the salt cured squab
Straight out the pan dark tan
Maillard old habit's die hard
Like pounding shorty ass to a paillard
Albanian cat named Saiyed in the Izod
Get you clapped for your piece
Of the pie chart
This fly art caused a populus shift
Something nice to give em an innocuous gift
A Ganga po-lite ain't no knock to my chick
But see I rather fap with the oculus rift

Ayo I met a mami who tasted like some edamame
When she put it on me I'm like
Im about to catch a homy
With the salami, I slid into the beave calmer
And a second later a nigga
Face look like Steve Ballmer
Shawna, beside the brolic beak on her
At a glance, a very poor man's Keke Palmer
I even see bit of Rosario on her
I took a tally survey said Mario Chalmers
Nigga fuck it you can't defend
Him if you want to
From a jive creed with a live
Feed up in the sauna
A high greed, the pry breed
Who known for playing words with
Friends while he driving
And he push a 5 speed
So whats the point of plotting on the lead
He a vagabond who couldn't snag
A job on indeed
In patent leather killing niggas
With the sheeds and Im reproducing
Philip rivers with the seeds

I'm sleeping in a sweater tonight 
Oh my legs have grown cold
My legs have grown cold
I'll leave it until the sunlight
How this static grows 
Underneath my clothes
I'm only as real
As I pretend to be
I know eventually 
It'll come around
When I've got hell and high water 
Holding me under

A probabilistic staggered start
Tying myself to the roof of the car
Where I'm going ain't very far
Zero to nowhere racing wrongs
Falling asleep to the same three songs
Even when the sunlight hurts my eyes
Even when the winners break down and cry
I feel it going
I feel it coming down now slow
Quiet the shivering in my bones
Peel off the thinnest skin I own

So I'm taking the high road out of the storm
Wondering which way is getting me home
Follow the turnstiles, follow the shouts
Until it spits me over and out
Over and out

I had a vision
Of a place
Of a time
A fevered ambition 
Picking grapes 
From the vine
Oh when the winter comes 
Ill be fine
And stops the sun beating down my spine
Old, hollow cigarettes
Obscuring silhouettes
Salt cured and set aside warning signs
Rose gold epiphanies 
worth only sympathy 
Sink to the bottom of the stein 
Screaming for the avalanche to stop
Finding my footing on loose rock

So I'm taking the high road into the storm
Wondering which way is getting me home
Follow the turnstiles, follow the shouts
Until it spits me over and out
Over and out

Ayo switch siders ain’t enough to incite us
Hard to stomach it with diverticulitis
When the lights don’t blind that’s
When a Ganga shines brightest
Effect on mine not in the slightest
They got us on the list now oh God
I got fifty on my wrist now oh lord
Damn it’s rubber bands but that shit go
Clams straight out the can
With salt cured squab
Straight out the pan dark tan maillard
Old habit's die hard
Like pounding shorty’s ass to a paillard
Albanian cats named Saiyad in the Izod
Get you clapped for your piece
Of the pie chart
This fly art cause a populous shift
Something nice to give ‘em an innocuous gift
A Ganga polite ain’t no knock to my chick
But see I rather fap with the Oculus Rift

Ayo I met a mami who tasted like some edamame
When She put it on me I'm like
I'm bout to catch a hommy
With the salami I slid into the beave calmer
And a second later a nigga
Face looked like Steve Balmer
Shawna besides the brolic beak on her
At a glance a very poor mans Keke Palmer
I even see a bit of Rosario on her
I took a tally survey said Mario Chalmers
Nigga fuck it you Can't offend
Him if you want to
From a jive creed with a live
Feed up in the sauna
A high greed deprived breed
Who’s known for playing Words
With Friends while
He’s driving and he push 5 speed
So What's the point in plotting on a lead?

If they saw Him riding in
Long hair flying in the wind
Would they love Him down in Shreveport today
If they heard He was a Jew
And a Palestinian too
Would they love Him down in Nashville today

If they saw Him talk with ease
To the junkies, whores, and thieves
Would they love Him out in Wichita today
Would the rich man think it funny
If He said give up your money
Would they love Him up on Wall Street today

If He made the wine from water
And he cured their sons and daughters
What would the folks in Salt Lake City say
If He talked of brotherhood
As He walked their neighborhoods
Would they love Him up in Boston today

If He said love those who use you
And forgive those who abuse you
If He turned the other cheek
What would you say
Would you laugh and call Him crazy
And just send Him on his way
If Jesus came to your town today

Testline treasure trove
Fisher four-seasoned, oh wiseman,
The reason this brings me here
I've spent years for the...

Kept in this box is a sweater cured in salt
Have you words? I have warmth
For The Girl
"Yeah boy, she said 'Hope is a landscape that kills'
Ship to sea, gone away, gone away..."

In the end, we weren't much
With the hollow space
Shrank down inside of all of us
For the good
Of all man
Hold me down
Underwater and don't let me up again

No control
No control
No control
No control

Be for someone else
Love is in your actions
I got a job
So let me find 10 million distractions
Some get sick
Some don't get cured
That's how it goes
But the worst is over
Chum and throw me overboard

No control (I thought I knew the way out but then)
No control (It started over again)
No control (I hear your voice coming through the grate)
No control (I know it)

Holding the mic to this pillar of salt
She won't see anything at all
Kiss me once on each eyelid
So I can see how I dreamed it

No control
No control
No control
No control
No control (I thought I knew the way out but then)
No control (It started over again)
No control (I hear your voice coming through the grate)
No control (I know it)

Expired in Goreville

Chiodos

All's Well That Ends Well [CD/DVD] [Deluxe Edition]

2005

I'll stop 
Stabbing
When you stop
Screaming

It's dropping to the terrain at my feet 
Palm trees are my only company 
On this beach
Star crossed lovers obsess 
Alluring dreams of touching starry skies 
Ill love you until my last breathe 
Each speck of sand fills in each footstep along the shore 
As every tide rolls in; every one takes its toll 
The salt in this water is nauseating 
Keeping me trapped and running in circles 
On this beach star crossed lovers obsess 
Alluring dreams of touching starry skies 
A quick glance over my shoulder reveals a number only seen in the movies 
Chardes of glass, and a decayed piece of parchment half buried that reads: 
'you cured me of my foolish obsession with love' 
I'll love you until my last breath takes you from me

Purity

A$AP Rocky

Testing

2018

I've been busy, (busy busy)
I've been fuckin' busy, I've been busy fuckin'
I've been all kinds of busy, all sorta kinda busy
Like shawty is we fuckin', well if not, then fuck it
Apologies to the fam, they thought we ducked 'em
Said I was in a rush but I was busy rushin'
It's busy shit, busy that
Busy this, and I need a minute

See, this what that voice in your head says
When you try to get peace of mind
I gotta find peace of mind
I gotta find peace of mind
I gotta find peace of mind

Spendin' time spinnin' out toward a desire that wasn't pure
Born before the virus was cured, pitch perfect, violence on the floor
Fast forward, linings on my skull, type of design I could afford
Fast forward, bands out
Got they hands out like they're acknowledgin' the Führer
Rewind Nas track 6, rewind dance crazes
Read my mind, freed my mind, feed my mind, makes sense
Just like mirrors on the wall, just like sittin' on me
Raw in mirrors seen it all, could make two, a piece of mind
Flickin' ash, pourin' the Act, don't pour in a glass
Pour it in foam, that's white like eggshells in my omelette
My earlobes are yellow like the yolk is runnin'
My brain on drugs, I still have no piece of mind, fuck
Woof woof, dogs in the place, loose tooth, lost in the fray
Roof lost on the Wraith, roof lost on the way
Freeway, no Rozay, brute force, brut champagne
Tell the front desk to cut new keys
Reserved in the Mercer for two years, in two suites
Took out the bed like it's fuck sleep
I'll smack a bitch like it's hot hands
Fired the label like fuck brands
Comfortable low nigga, fuck Xans
Comfortable slow, who the fuck ran?

Chorus; We are light to the world
We are salt of the world
Ambassador to the nation,
Chosen by the Lord
3 Luke the doctor, went about as the salt of the earth.

i'll stop

stabbing

when you stop

screaming

it's dropping to the terrain at my feet

palm trees are my only company

on this beach

star crossed lovers obsess

alluring dreams of touching starry skies

ill love you until my last breathe

each speck of sand fills in each footstep along the shore

as every tide rolls in; every one takes its toll

the salt in this water is nauseating

keeping me trapped and running in circles

on this beach star crossed lovers obsess

alluring dreams of touching starry skies

a quick glance over my shoulder reveals a number only seen in the movies

chardes of glass, and a decayed piece of parchment half buried that reads:

'you cured me of my foolish obsession with love'

i'll love you until my last breath takes you from me

I'm standing in a room of salt
It's gently crusted on my back
I'm feeling more like an adult
I'm feeling every wound I have
It's drying underneath my nails
It's in the pieces that I lack
It's in the pillars I exalt
It's telling me not to look back
It's incredible how I confuse
Myself into twos
It lives where I live
But I'm invincible once I can find
Just a crumb of your time
Oooh, to lock myself in
I'm standing in a room of salt
It's gently crusted on my back
I'm feeling more like an adult
I'm feeling every wound I have
It's drying underneath my nails
It's in the pieces that I lack
It's in the pillars I exalt
It's telling me not to look back
Unbelievable I could be cured
Tied up and preserved
I'm frozen in time
But I can buy my buoyancy
Who would've thought
The pain would let up
By floating in brine
I'm standing in a room of salt
(I'm standing in a room of salt)
It's gently crusted on my back
(It's gently crusted on my back)
I'm feeling more like an adult
(I'm feeling more like an adult)
I'm feeling every wound I have
(I'm feeling every wound I have)
It's drying underneath my nails
(It's drying underneath my nails)
It's in the pieces that I lack
(It's in the pieces that I lack)
It's in the pillars I exalt
(It's in the pillars I exalt)
It's telling me not to look back
I'm swimming in a pool of salt
It's pressing down against my neck
It's taken everything I love
And everyday it makes me sick
I'm slowly splitting at the seams
I'm counting sheep and breathing fast
I'll wish on every wasted dream
That all that salt is in the past
I'm standing in a room of salt
It's gently crusted on my back
I'm feeling more like an adult
I'm feeling every wound I have
It's drying underneath my nails
It's in the pieces that I lack
It's in the pillars I exalt
It's telling me not to look back
I'm standing in a room of salt
It's gently crusted on my back
I'm feeling more like an adult
I'm feeling every wound I have
It's drying underneath my nails
It's in the pieces that I lack
It's in the pillars I exalt
It's telling me not to look back

I woke up on the wrong side today
Keep my head down and out of the way
I try to be good but the black cats are coming for me
Eventually
Is it Friday the Thirteenth
I thought that was last week
I didn't spill salt or step on a crack
Why is the world just a-breakin' my back
There's no explanation
For this awful sensation
Of being hurt at every corner I turn
I need some ice for this cosmic burn
It's not a choice that I made
Or cured with a bandaid
I'm universally stuck so I'll blame
Mercury in retrograde
Forced to leave my favorite place
Only to spend all my nights alone
Wandering in negative space
Wish that he would pick up the phone
Neglected voicemails building
Drifting off to deathless dial tones
I should've known better than saving love letters
So light all the candles and burn for the better
There's no explanation
For this awful sensation
Of being hurt at every corner I turn
I need some ice for this cosmic burn
It's not a choice that I made
Or cured with a bandaid
I'm universally stuck so I'll blame
Mercury in retrograde
I'm blaming Mercury in retrograde
I guess the stars won't align
I guess I'm just trying to get by
Lucky if I make it out alive
Is there even another side
Fell out of bed
Tripped on a shoe
Landed on a chair but it broke in two
Stubbed my toe on the door
Slammed my finger in a drawer
What a way to start your day
Trying to keep bad lucky at bay
Took a wrong turn
Fell down the stairs
Ripped my pants
Lost all my fitting pairs was
Late for work
Fired that day
Dumped by a jerk
Excuse the cliche
There's no explanation
For this awful sensation
Of being hurt at every corner I turn
I need some ice for this cosmic burn
It's not a choice that I made
Or cured with a bandaid
I'm universally stuck so I'll blame
Mercury in retrograde
I'm blaming Mercury in retrograde

The madness in, the madhouse..

Has been cooking, like a stew.



All the salt and madness,
Boiled down.

Into something new.



You can't be cured by doctors,
If, all the doctors there,
Are crazier, than you.

The air is sweating honeysuckles
Light is brimming over the lips of the tree-line
The road is hotter than the engine block
Hauling a beeline straight through the heart of the state-line
Sight don’t seem to be working
Flicker go by the green
Between the asphalt bisections
Metal on the rails, a spark out of the city
Hold my wheel steady, lord
Hold my wheel steady
Hold my wheel steady, god
My fingers grow sweaty, oh
The air tastes like candy, whoa
This boy’s not ready, this boy’s not ready
No tears now
Light so heavy
No evidence, no
And whiffing the pollens
When did I stop breathing
When did I start
I remember a feeling
A weight on my heart
I must have knocked out...in this foul heat
The wild blows with breeding
The stamen let go their genelings
Phosphenes pleasure my sight
I hold on for dear life
The wild blows with breeding
The stamen let go their genelings
Phosphenes pleasure my sight
I hold on for dear life
The wind blows with breeding
The stamen let go their genelings
And woe to behold I’m weeping
Lo and behold the salt, Lo! The feeling
“Frederick 22”, 7:22, since noon I’m exhausted
With pressure building higher and soon
The seals will melt, and so will June
The wheels will flow, translucent
I will let go to soothe it
The windows roar down, I’m complacent
Cured of my unease I can breathe
Buried under well-lit seas
A smile, a reflex, a canopy
Opens up right in front of me
And the road, is vacant

Always thought love at first sight was a myth
Then he walked through the door and I tripped
My walls crumbled down like they didn't exist
He cured my overthinking
And I helped better express his bottled feelings
We lived out loud day dreaming

His name was January
And our love was from ordinary
Said I'd be the only love he'd ever know
Then he he let me go

Vegas nights to kissing salt lake skies
We drunkenly proposed once or twice
Laughing at how dumb we could be the rest of our lives
Maybe he was the right person at the wrong time
So in a part of my heart and mind
I keep safe what once was mine

His name was January
And our love was from ordinary
Said I'd be the only love he'd ever know
Then he he let me go

Unfortunately there was nothing I could do
To save the love between us two
And I'd give anything just to hear his voice again
And at this point I'd settle for one last argument

His name was January
And our love was from ordinary
Said I'd be the only love he'd ever know
Then he he let me go

And I loved him more than he'll ever know
And I loved him more than he'll ever know
Yea I loved you more than you'll ever know
More than you'll ever know

I don't feel like I'm fully involved in anything
And maybe that's my fault
I don't feel like I belong to anyone
I'm not worth the weight of my salt
Sometimes I feel like a silhouette
Only being seen on the surface and judged by the sunset
I thought we were doing good
But that check engine light was on and I never bothered to check under the hood
Sitting there thinking about our future
So focused didn't realize that our present would become our past
Did you notice that it's always cold when we talk?

She sat on the cliff of the bed
Tackled me with a plastic comb
Pressed her fingers into my head
Start at the blond search for the bone
She tried to tame me her nails and my knots
Bathe with the sandman, dress up for what's not

Let me tangle, let me dry
Want it wicked, let me rile

Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
You're matter of fact

I slyly side step sorry
Drag my heels across the street
She tells me I'm unlettered while
I read the backs of her knees

Catch me in-habits
One tight skyward eye
Pull hats out of rabbits
And salt out of the sky

Let me tangle, let me try
Want it wicked, let me rile

Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
Your matter of fact
What a thought was in whale water
Was really running through the pipes
To show off her flex-ability
She made a fool of my fight

I bit her belly
She bellowed like a swan
Cured me like a petal
Pressed in her open palm

Let me tangle, let me try
Want it wicked, let me rile

Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
Your matter of fact

Come into my cave
Blue hippo into the black
I'm your problem child
Your matter of fact

There's a line in the sand
I have not decided, I may have some plans  
Like fryin' yams or bribin' scams  
Always high risin', a giant man

Like my dollars burned, my water warm
My barbers permed, my slaughters cured
My scholars learned, my collars worn 
My markers firm and my martyrs heard

You're a nightcrawler, so I'll watch you squirm
Diggin' in, I'm an early bird 
Been wingin' it, since I was born 
Bringin' it since the century's turn
 
Quixote moves forward
Quixote new hope 

Quixote no broma
Quixote no joke

Quixote the soldier
That holds up your moat

Quixote the boulder 
That rolls up the slope 

Quixote no cobra 
Quixote the goat 

Quixote no loner
Quixote got ghosts

Quixote will smolder
Turn loafers to toast 

Quixote don't back down when he's on the ropes
Once I knew a beaver, knawed on mornin' wood 
But she had some jaws, so I'm gone for good 
Saw her at a bar, she was on the hunt 
So I'm blendin' in, like an Octopus 

Tried to walk away, but she caught me, "hey 
would love to talk, like a moth to flame"
Can't allot much time cause my doctor lame 
Got prenatal clot, chickenpox in brain 

I will spill the beans, like the world's my drink
I will rest in peace, after just one sip
Haven't learned to sneeze, guess I really stink
Been collectin' skunks, can't kick the habit 

It's all my fault, like New Madrid 
I broke my heart, it needs bandage  
I'll seethe some salt, to season fibs
Breach through bolts to free eyelids

I'm gonna be cutting the rope
The c(h)ord that connected everything
To why I thought I had to sing to why I thought I had to sing when I
Hadn't woven any sort of melody or lines, yeah and
I always hoped that we could've spoken
About the things on which I sing
The memories on which now, I just choke
Oh but meanwhile wash the bowl
Take the beans out, fill it full, and let them soak
I've been broken
And worn out in ways unspoken before
And after trampling through the brambles
And crying as the candle burns
More time will pass before I'm fully cured
Oh but meanwhile I'm an attic
And when cleared of dust and static
I'll live life less automatic
Yeah, I mean clearly you're an ocean
And beneath the wavy motion
The still salt water leaves you pure
'Cause no one's fully stable
But anyone is able to be, I'm sure.

I've got power but it always takes a toll, leave me isolated like I'm all alone

I haven't handled it with discretion, but I won't answer any of Ichi's questions
I just wanna be a normal teen but everybody's always trying to seek confession
Sorry if I'm annoying, got memories I wouldn't mind destroying
Tome's esper search deployed on everybody talking about White T Poison

Now Ritsu's acting strange, Salt Mid's in disarray
Social status getting rearranged, Shinji's about to taste the price of fame
Afraid, and chased down every day, meanwhile, I'm trying to stay the same
Ritsu's power has finally awakened, little bro, that's amazing!

it's a magazine I'm the vice lord for the team
Damn right, bout to go and eat my food, y'all don't serve that kind of dish
How can you brag about ballin' when you don't know how to swish
See my problem is you got wack rappers over dope production
And they claim to be sick knowing they're cured by rubbitussin
It's real abhorrent, but others might think it's disgusting
Now imagine if all of these rappers made a song without cussin'
Y'all still supportin' these corrupting corporations that don't give a fuck about you
As long as you get your instant gratification
I'm just keepin' it real, while y'all delusional as hell
How do you have a college degree and you can't even spell (spell)
Flow so cold, I wrote this on Neptune if I'm being for real (real)
I'm only half right, that means Chad Hugo gotta bail (bail)
Just because I name drop, you think it's disrespect
But honestly, you need to get your mind in check
Something's smellin' fishy, so I guess it must've been a carp guess it must've
You pullin' my strings and try to play me like a harp (damn)
Independent hustle, I'm sorry to burst your bubble (bubble)
No, I'm not Russell, piecin' up the puzzle (puzzle)
A dog without the muzzle, might have to tussle
Breakin' down all of these barriers and goin' through the rubble (aye)
Mount Kiliminjaro, I be headin' to the top, don't gotta borrow
Any money from anybody for the sorrow, I'm a four-legged beast
Motaro, underground king, but I ain't Bun B
Don't forget to pay homage to Pimp C
Homegirl french I be like qui qui, first things first, let me go get the cheese
Never assume anything, so let me give you a grain of salt
Used to hoard unreleased music, now I'm unleashing the vault
We be in the age of no accountability, and it is your fault
Half of these clowns could never ever stop me
Even if they say, halt, who goes there
Ain't none of your business, double-time quickness
Flashin' a picnic, eat but you missed it
Post it on Pinterest, lollipop licked it time goin' tick-tick
That's two bloodsuckers, get rid of it quick-quick we celebrate failures and success
So you know I'ma go hip-hip, hooray
Something's smellin' fishy, so I guess it must've been a carp guess it must've
You pullin' my strings and try to play me like a harp

(Krazy)
Get Back
Tell the lil hoe to get back, she crazy she throwing it back, she shaking that ass real fat
She got her soup, it's so good, yeah, yeah, she gonna attack, yeah, she was a super ho, so I broke her heart fast
I get the green, not beans, the feta, the cheddar, the money, it cure me, it make me feel better
She pull the same line, make you a two-stepper, we got some spice but it ain't some pepper
We got some mic but it ain't none never, you know it's me, you can tell by the steppers
My crew is hot, just like some peppers, we always changing, we do like the weather
It's how she want me but I ain't want her, my heart is cold, make it go burn
My ex was a bitch and she was a nerd, she was a snitch, had to get rid of her
Now I'm so up, I'm as fly as a bird, I broke her heart and I know she still hurts
I had to tell her to get back, yeah, yeah
Get Back
I could never love a hoe till the end, I tell the lil hoe that I wanna be friends
I could never love a drug addict man, she's nuder than Maddie, she poppin' in pills
I watched that bitch and she was for real, she told me it's just a milligram
A 30, the devil disguised as a pill, she tweaked it nice, I told her to chill
The devil done made me a deal, this life is getting too real
If you see a chance, you gotta go in for the kill
Do whatever pays the bill, but don't ever fuck with a hoe
You gotta tell him to get back, yeah, yeah
I tell the lil hoe to get back, she crazy, she throwing it back
She shaking that ass real fat, yeah, she got a super soaker
Yeah, yeah, she gonna attack, yeah, she was a super hoe
So I broke her heart fast, I gave her green nut beans to flatter the cheddar
The money that cured me and made me feel better, she can pull a safe line, make you a two-stepper
We got some spice but it ain't salt and pepper, we got some mic but it ain't Mount Everest
You know it's me, you can tell by the steppers, my crew is hot, just like some peppers
We always changing, we just like the weather, they say she want me but I ain't want her
My heart is cold, make it go burn, my ex was a bitch and she was a nerd
She was this bitch, had to get rid of her, now I'm so up, I'm as fly as a bird
I broke her heart and I know she still hurts, I had to tell her to get back, yeah, yeah

Joseph Smith American Moses

Tommar Wilson

The Book of Mormon [Original Broadway Cast]

2011

Fuck your woman, fuck your man
It is all part of God's plan
Mormons help God as they can
Here in Salt Lake City land!
Thank you! Thank you
For now we are fucking
Thank you! Thank you
Come god wants us fucking
Thank you!