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lirik lagu constellation jazz (feat. syndikkit) – prolific

ginsberg reading howl:

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high
sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz

this is fear and loathing of the basic type on aimless nights
where i sit and sip my drink across from traffics changing lights
a starving artist’s dream-complete with past regrets
i frequent these trashy depths to speak with the bachelorettes
(will, get over your ex)…. nah, i just need a few scotch
looking for dimes to drop into that 1950’s jukebox
i guess i could go buy some sh-tty fruit shots
but i’d rather leave this joint to go get high on city rooftops
i p-ss the days with alley cats and ask for change
as p-ssing taxi cabs advance and splash my back with rain
my happiness is pain, i wallow in that
procrastinate and hope success just falls in my lap
you can follow my track, with dreams of this town
but dollar pizza seems to be the only meaning i’ve found
3 a.m. morning dim you can see this dreamer beg
a pale anemic male defeatist with his tail between-his legs

chorus
alright, two lost souls as mechanic as the thoughts
nerds reserved to words and the thickness of its plot
rebels without a cause throwing pebbles at the curb
these days run together and we’re left to let them blur

i concur and refer to the moment that it collapsed
in this still frame of a weakness where we stood open and laughed
sleep walk across the city, contemplate the past
we talk the talk then watch the constellation’s jazz

(i can’t believe you got me to call meagan at 3 am)

syndikitt:
straight cyphers in the moonlight, to get the mood right
get the tunes tight with a cool pint of cooler’s light
the breeze is cold, the trees are bare
emotion is thick, but it can breathe in here
i ain’t really one for good trips but it seems its fair
you don’t have to love someone to believe you care
sometimes, i just think for a while
i’ll… tell you a secret if you promise not to smile
everybody’s self-indulgent and involved with selfless nonsense
i’m a p-wn of a conscious making comments to the modest
and the oddest thing that autumn brings is fallen flings and songs to sing
i’m drawing wings to stop the things that brings us to our darkest sins
forever rest in peace to my bitter steep of winter sleeps kitchen creaks
kissing t–th and thinking deep speak
weep, and teach me how to think back
let me fit in with this world while i’m dressed up like a fad
in control of what i thought but i’m lost amongst the facts
in the midst of what was taught, in the moments that it flashed
it’s the victims that get caught and personas of the catch
it’s the system that will rot and condolence of my wrath
it’s hard to fit in while you’re falling through the cracks
while your busy telling jokes, i’m still learning how to laugh
it’s hard to act your age when you ain’t never learned to act

chorus

- prolific

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