MC Lars and Sage Francis - Art of Darkness
It’s just another day in theLife of an artist searching for truth in the
Rhymes that I harvest
Art is my savior, art is my crutch
Art is my breakfast, my dinner and my lunch
Painting poems on these walls and
I know I can’t stop acrylics on my fingers
Dripping sticky and hot because
I’m so inspired getting higher every day
Honestly these sonnets still have got
A lot to say
So bring me a pen and a pad and a beat
Just one hit, one fix, and I’ll be free
‘Cause this is the land where dreams are made
Where people get robbed and pushers get paid
The passion and blood and the
Faith in my veins
Made everything okay when I felt it slip away
Yeah it’s been a minute since
I’ve seen the sun
Since my parents saw their son
And this process has begun
Cooking lyrics in a spoon
I stop and loop the beat
There’s never time to shower
Socialize or eat
I pop a tab of poetry bump another line
Metaphors get mixed, I sit back and recline –
V5 rolling ball syringe stuck it in
‘Cause art was the curse and
The cure and the friend
Know that it’s true – alive when I write this
The serpent is loose and I
Try not to fight this!
You ain’t gots to feel a low never
I’m the one out choppin’ wood in cold weather
The go-getters, we know better
Art of Darkness, poker face bettin’
I’m the one climbing up
The stairway to heaven
Writing poems all alone welcome home
Psycho sedative type 0 negative
Sick of this monotonous cycle repetitive
Is this reality? It’s like "No"…then it is
Back alley white snow medicine
For the defensive addictive personality type
Showing off teeth marks to
Prove reality bites
As if all of y’all lack the scars that match
But death is the bitch and
That dog ain’t barkin’ back
That’s just junkie speech
The only time I stop talking is
When a belt’s between my teeth
It’s a feast for the addict, a beast of habit
Sneaks to the attic and seeks
The magic that speaks back
Transcribe the interview
When I begin to use I
Can’t hide my inner views
If music was therapeutic I’d have
Been fixed long ago
But this is just a song you know
Once upon a time this kid had a dream
A voice and a purpose and a vision to be seen
I realized reflections of fame
Were but illusions
Art was the curse and the cure and solution
I met with clowns, snake charmers, publicists
Saw my name in magazines
Laughing I was loving it
My muse and I used to drive and sing along
Down the California Coast
In the woods writing songs
Up in the mountains we tried to unplug
Away from the noise and the
Stress and the drugs
But I kept finding pills in
The corner of my closet
Underneath the skeletons
Hid them in my pocket
Like Jack Kerouac in a Big Sur Cabin
Or Alan Ginsburg in Greenwich Village rappin’
The Pantheon of Poets
Visionaries drinking coffee
Sitting in the dark
Through the window I was watching
Like a sniper with a rifle and
A life full of debt 2Pac fell off because he
Didn’t know the ledge
Respect the Jesus Juice like a
Noose around the neck
Mic cord wrapped around my
Arm during the soundcheck (one, two)
Oh, you ain’t gots to feel a low never
I’m the one out choppin’ wood in cold weather
The go getter
And I’m lickin’ my chapped lips
I’ll keep on swingin’ til a
Disc in my back slips
My ex called me callous
(at least she called me)
Pale flesh full of scabs
(bad teeth from the coffee)
Fat feet ’cause I’m portly
(caffeine ’cause of a broken edge)
When they speak high of my music
It goes over my head
I’m travelin’ man with a gavel in hand
And a twelve member jury in
The back of my van
We’re coming to a court room near you
I can see the rehab center filled
With smoke in the rearview
I’m living with my big money
It’s my drinking buddy
When I squander it I ponder if
It ever thinks of me
When my chips are down and
My bottle bottoms out
But I’m on the up and up so
What the fuck’s the problem ’bout?
In Western Australia
I saw the Southern Cross
Chasing turtles in the sea
Our love paid the cost
My heart beat erratically woke up
And all I saw
Were panties in my sleeping bag
A note in her bra it said, "Dear Lars
We were never meant to be
You meant a lot to me
Sending kisses in your sleep
In your sleep don’t cry – remember the magic
You still own it, you will always have it
I’ll send you haikus, with nothing but truth
I’ll send them care of Icarus
Hope they get to you"
What else could I do? I picked up the broom
Swept the pieces of my past from
The corners of the room
While the beautiful people drink
Champagne and laugh
I just can’t hold back, I just can’t relax
Backstage in El Dorado
Sitting with my fishing pole
In a dressing room consumed by
My gang of wishing souls
Written by:
JAMES BOURNE, ANDREW R. NIELSEN, ANDREW NIELSEN, JAMES ELLIOT BOURNE, JOSHUA ERIC EPPARD
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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