Lyrics: On a record team, too aware of the pressuring, it’s so unsettling, these kids keep on bellowing in featherweight league because they’re kinda behind, come ready for anything you require to settle things, a mission to free your time. The minnowy mind keeps swimming three hundred and seventy five, forever chattering and blathering on and over and on and on and aware of the marathon in the neighbor’s most treasured lawn and uncle Jon is sick again in a whip with friends sick of the cinnamon we’ve been sniffing too stiff again, friends sick again. (x2) Now I’m feeling repetitive, these dreams are degenerate in the sense my mid is slipping behind, it went back in time in a diamond mine. It’s like singing in tune to a vacant room thirsty for antique furniture, we keep learning words, deliberately blurt at her. Peace out with your crew, better things you could do, like spending your bread on people that we can depend on to prepare for the head on collision with everything that we never see. Too busy touching screens to notice the enemies in immediate scenery and it seems to me- we can keep on keeping on our clothes and old poses for droves of those to whom we’ve been devoted. Did you vote yet or did you suppose that your voteless? Roll to polls clothesless and hope folks don’t notice. You and me make the perfect team, we certainly know this. Worth more than some weak street hocus pocus sipping vinegar just to be hopelessly hopeless. Selfish acts rope us back but lack focus, now I’m feeling repetitive. I’m not quite noticing the seeds you’re sowing deep inside that keep us turning red. We can keep it going if we’re only dope enough to pour directly in your head. You’re taken over by the paranoia over no one sleeping in your bed. We’ll be sleeping soundly once the sounds we seek can keep our deepest thinking over-fed. So keep your keys for driving home because the weather grows big and heavy. Be these teens in blue jeans and headphones. Zip your sweater up it’s cold, feel better inside another new scarecrow on leg poles and ladders. Now that you’re here, have a sip of beer and it’ll be clear. It’ll be clearer here
You should tour the world. One of the best songs I've heard in eons :)You're light years ahead of others
god damn... if he promoted this shizz, even just a little bit... he could be so famous... god damn. he deserves it
100%
Lyrics:
On a record team, too aware of the pressuring, it’s so unsettling, these kids keep on bellowing in featherweight league because they’re kinda behind, come ready for anything you require to settle things, a mission to free your time. The minnowy mind keeps swimming three hundred and seventy five, forever chattering and blathering on and over and on and on and aware of the marathon in the neighbor’s most treasured lawn and uncle Jon is sick again in a whip with friends sick of the cinnamon we’ve been sniffing too stiff again, friends sick again. (x2) Now I’m feeling repetitive, these dreams are degenerate in the sense my mid is slipping behind, it went back in time in a diamond mine. It’s like singing in tune to a vacant room thirsty for antique furniture, we keep learning words, deliberately blurt at her. Peace out with your crew, better things you could do, like spending your bread on people that we can depend on to prepare for the head on collision with everything that we never see. Too busy touching screens to notice the enemies in immediate scenery and it seems to me- we can keep on keeping on our clothes and old poses for droves of those to whom we’ve been devoted. Did you vote yet or did you suppose that your voteless? Roll to polls clothesless and hope folks don’t notice. You and me make the perfect team, we certainly know this. Worth more than some weak street hocus pocus sipping vinegar just to be hopelessly hopeless. Selfish acts rope us back but lack focus, now I’m feeling repetitive. I’m not quite noticing the seeds you’re sowing deep inside that keep us turning red. We can keep it going if we’re only dope enough to pour directly in your head. You’re taken over by the paranoia over no one sleeping in your bed. We’ll be sleeping soundly once the sounds we seek can keep our deepest thinking over-fed. So keep your keys for driving home because the weather grows big and heavy. Be these teens in blue jeans and headphones. Zip your sweater up it’s cold, feel better inside another new scarecrow on leg poles and ladders. Now that you’re here, have a sip of beer and it’ll be clear. It’ll be clearer here
LOVE IT~
Damn
Please don't eat that scorpion. :(
@RoughCraftVideos I feel really bad for you..
well, fuck
haha @RoughCraftVideos, i feel sorry for you too
How is this dude not famous? It's insane. I love all of his music.
wow.. that was good
hahah, the beginning where its close up to his face, he reminds m e of Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys
very nice! has entertained me for the afternoon.
delicious, without words, I want nothing more
miller here miller there miller everywhere!
Video on trial would love this video...
loved this.
Damnit! once I start watching, I can't stop!!