Wednesday, April 2, 2008

If I Could Show You, You Would Never Leave It

I flew to Minnesota in Feb. to drive around town with Slug for 8 hours, see all the places he grew up, the coffee shops he wrote in and listen to the new album in his basement. Read all about it in this XLR8R, which you can download here.

And in tribute to one of my favorite rappers of all time (no homo), a lil throwback:

The Abusing Of The Rib

I wanna follow the footprints across my lovers stomach
I wanna call out her name before i plummet
I wish i had a map of the terrain so i could step around the landmines
avoid the beasts under the bed that read they bedtimes
I wanna find these here so-called treasures
the pleasures, the trinkets, the never ending weekends
acknowledging that I'm still just a piece of the sequense
but seeing this different footprints got me needin to show my weakness
time lies the time zones
I cross them with my eyes closed
memorise the landmarks and learn the cycles
the weather patterns how the seasons effect
the east and the west of each region learning cylces
forget about the fact that
many trails have been tracked
maybe it's a plus that theres a path
if this was some uncharted land i'd have to be a smarter man
willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest
and natural resources are unlimited
exploration only requires some desire and initiative
take your time and find the right way to climb
it ain't safe to play games with natures mind

if i could show you, you would never leave it
and if i could show you, you would never leave it

i wanna ride a train up my lovers arm
stop of at the brain
then hop out and find out what's going on
cut through trees and ride through rocks
and synchronise the universal sun down to my watch
i've seen a lot
but not quite as much as her
the top went off the memory and the imagination blurred
but i know she's been put through hell
i can feel it
and i know she's touched heaven as well
trying to steal it
it came on and it taught her a song
it's strung her along and it caught her when the god was gone
now to the break-o-dawn she's tryin to feel that fix
and all the family and friends is tryin to seal them lips
but i ain't dumb
i can hear that train come from miles away
setting obstacles to stop the arrival
i'm gonna blow up that iron in wood rogue
from what i understood those be the aura fits of his survival
my recital another tantrum
because she's highly excitable swinging wings of red nova
happy endings always off to a bad start
addictive voyeuristic to the trackmarks

and if i could show you, you would never leave it

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