Buck 65 - Square One Lyrics
Buck 65-Square 1(Some mumbling)Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrowIt was the echoing voices of the old onesThrough thick steeled forests and over scorched earthAlways just out of reachA herder of crows judged my every footstepMy bones were frozenPenniless and entirely out of breathI washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water troughBut through it all the real stick in my spokesWas the torment of my dreamsI fought of sleep with both fists and sometimes fireWith no more then a blow gun I made from an exhausted penI shot the stars out of the skyWhen each one fell sparkling to the groundI made wishes that never came trueApparitions of angels with angry eyesAppeared at each new moonMy own ghost be gain whisperingTrees died if I tried to climb themThe decision was made for meTo begin interpreting real life just as I would nightmares(More mumbling)Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65Watching an already dead world vanishWe the banished and outlawed wanderHither and yonderLike dogs gone hungryFunky and angry and sometimes uglyDrums like drugs have turned us to scavengersPathfinders, addicts and mathematiciansPracticing is a black magicWe make music from used up junk and bad luck dreamsLiars and losersEmus and aardvarksGypsies and pint thievesPeddlers, Card SharksAll of us fortune tellers home in the forestHard core, building a cardboard fortressFore ward fast and backwards blindfoldedTrying to find gold buried in flood planesCovered in blood stainsFly bites and egg yolkRunning away with one of my legs brokeSometimes its lonesomeTraveling homelessNot knowing where youre goingRiding the railroadsPickups and sailboatsMost of the loco-motivesOnce we decide to see some of the country sideWorking with circusPerformers and cut-throatsDiscussions with perfectionists, perverts and poetsHavent you ever heard of the1200 hoboes?We arent vampires dressed like rock starsWe build campfires and ride box-carsTown to town, we just write songsAnd plus we stay up like all night longCuz we arent vampires dressed like rock starsWe build campfires and ride box-carsTown to town, we just write songsAnd plus we stay up like all night long20 some years is a long walkEven if its night in a straight lineYou see a lot of things in the distanceYou know what they say about great mindsYou and I think about the same thingsDream the same dreamsPlay the same gamesWe started out in the same placeBelieve it or not we got the same namesEverything happens for a good causeWhether it be victory or lossAnd the road may turn into a run wayBut youll know what to do somedayTrust me Ive seen it all beforeIve climbed to the tops of the tallest treesTo get away from the deep waterTo find the touch of the smallest breezeYoull find the girl with a low voiceWho holds the world in her bare handYoull fall in love youll have no choiceOnce you are given a fair chanceFor the first time you will sleep wellTake a deep breathSee the sun shineHold on to her for dear lifeAnd then watch the whole world unwindAsk her to show you some magicAnd I guarantee that she will say yesTell her youve seen forever andYoull be together not a day lessJust know until that time comesAnd after you cross that first mileThat the hardest part is behind youAnd all the pain will be worthwhile(First storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasureFrom dirt roads, And flowers, Nothing can be betterFirst storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasureFrom dirt roads, And flowers, Nothing can be better)I know a man who was born with his heart on the outsideEvery mans worst fear he also had heavy handsHe couldnt touch his lovers faceHe couldnt hold a babyHe would never desert themBut he was worried he would hurt them maybeMad at the world his face turned hot pinkThe best he could do was just try to not thinkBut he was to botheredSo he would only try rarelyHe read the last page of every book in the libraryHe lacked the charismaOf a true revolutionary crime fighterWould try to write but kept breaking his typewriterHe preaches man of best stole like a militant radicalWas diligent but his greatest mistakes were dramaticalIf he only spent more time rehearsing and preparingThere wouldnt have to be so much cursing and swearingEyes on fireHis volume was blisteringNo one had taught him about the power of whisperingHe is dynamiteBlows kissesEats dirtHis mouth of a volcanoHe is a t-shirtHe stands on stiltsBut doesnt stand for funny stuffAsk meHe just hasnt been around the sun enoughHe paints self-portraitsWith a rollerOnly eats cornAnd then tries to sell his own soulOn a street cornerHe always remembers everyones numbersAnd sometimes cries into his own cumbersome hands(Scratching... Mixes)Sometimes dumb crimes blow my mindAnd lord knows I try to close my eyesBut it happens so fastI keep my eye on the ballBut still I never asked to be a fly on the wallAnd likeSometimes dumb crimes blow my mindAnd lord knows I try to close my eyesBut it happens so fastI keep my eye on the ballBut still I never asked to be a fly on the wallRed beginning to end and measured sidewaysIve traveled the length of your desert highwaysBeen under your bedAnd slept in ditchesI saw your scarsWas kept in stitchesTo keep from cryingIm trying not to pay attentionBut as I may have mentionedIm being held hostageIm lost and exhaustedI want to go home nowBut Im to far goneAnd I dont even know howThe silent knight and tarnished armorCharming and harmfulThe charma chameleonMight get violentDancing with shadowsAnd playing charadesIts the miscible planOf the invisible manAnd whats it likeLiving lifeYou may askStanding on the other sideA two way glassWell its not what its cracked up to beIll tell you that muchYou can lookBut you cant touchLikeSometimes dumb crimes blow my mindAnd lord knows I try to close my eyesBut it happens so fastI keep my eye on the ballBut still I never asked to be a fly on the wallAnd likeSometimes dumb crimes blow my mindAnd lord knows I try to close my eyesBut it happens so fastI keep my eye on the ballBut still I never asked to be a fly on the wallAll I want to doIs go fly a kiteOr take a hikeAnd try and keep myselfFrom taking a flying leapTheres ringing in my earsEspecially at nightCollidescopic visions of a cocaine cat fightPeople play parlor gamesBehind closed doorsSecrets are sacredWhen nobody knows yoursBut somebody doesYou forgot about the bottom feedersThe dirty rotten cheatersAnd all of us stock breedersSometimes dumb crimes blow my mindAnd lord knows I try to close my eyesBut it happens so fastI keep my eye on the ballBut still I never asked to be a fly on the wallAnd likeSometimes dumb crimes blow my mindAnd lord knows I try to close my eyesBut it happens so fastI keep my eye on the ballBut still I never asked to be a fly on the wall
