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dan bull & beit nun - by the fire lyrics

||regarding these lyrics
i think the reason there was no lyrics for this song before i transcribed these, is because the vocals in the song are quite unintelligable at points, so i am not 100% sure on some of the words (so feel free to edit this if you think it’s not right) but the rest, i am fairly sure of; the ones im not sure of, i have surounded the |words| like that; please keep this paragraph until all of the | | ‘s are resolved
i think the reason some of the vocals are unintelligible is because i think this song is really about the writers use with drugs, as he definitely talks about using his medication recreationally and there is referances to getting frustrated at not quite being able to “break through” on drugs beasuse he couldn’t “let go” and he talks about his memory being blank when he is on his medication, also the song is based around fire which has been a long going cultural thing (obviously) and drugs have also been around for a really long time so maybe the writer feels some connection betwen the two||

[dan bull]
this beat could sent me to a higher place
so be aware that i require sp+ce
when you see me staring at the fireplace
i’m rarely leaving cybersp+ce (nah)
exept tonight, the quitet flames
annihilate, each and every final trace of it
i know a place where the primate wild stay
reflect and contemplate light with a childs face (wow)

introspective meditation
then go fetch my medication
just for recreation
and prepare my brain
for an endless mental state
of intense hallucination

incadencent immalation
is the best illumination

oh wait sh+t
i can’t even remember what im saying man
my memory’s off in sp+ce
when im fending off the |shades|

the logs hiss, pop and crackle |with splenda|
the |graft| passes through the ashes and embers
sends up flashes and flares
of the past, i remember
flashbacks to decend, enough to last through december

events were a messed up, and a cracked in the |tempa|
when i pulled myself together, and went back to the center
flights of passion where i should of had to be tender
but i was just too stubborn of a tw+t to surrender

perhaps i should send my ego back to the vendor
because the packaging was damaged in transit and bent
dan bull and beit nun, |pasture| together
crafting it better
with raps that are tethered
like the srings on a les paul
gibson, stratocaster and fender
i need a slash, can you rap for me beit
and ill be bac in a sec

[beit nun]

(yeah mate)
forced to think
martel warming in the porcalin
cooked that i poured it in
the filcker it draws me in

the silluette of the flames
|figuring pirrouettes|

i watch a fire but never a television set
simple pleasures tonight
i wish that i could live forever

im spitting feathers
barrels of homebrew
sitting the cellubus
winter becons

no desire to go to bed
still the open fire is slowly fed

another brandy night
writing by the candle light
sat beside the mantle
kindling crackles like vynyl

the smoke dances in a spiral as it rises
danger in every |guise|
untuil its rare that we recognise it, bliss
the jazzy tones
of the saxephone
on the gramaphone
stand alone
in a class of their own
happy at home
is where i hang my hat
even if these walls could talk
they’d never answer back

[outro + samples cut up]

- dan bull beit nun lyrics

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