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home brew - 55 stories lyrics

[verse 1: tom scott]
the streetlights in the night look like moths from here
i watch my spit skydive
pop the top off the beer and reminisce
on times when skies were limitless
and in the midst i wonder how i ever got into this
infinite twist
and in that day i get lost
until i snap back where i left off
my stressed boss and my desk job
my ex god and my dead dog
this is the best of
life can f off, i’m sick of living like this
while pretty city-siders sitting sipping ciders
55 stories high, i sit in silence
considering what sh-tty city life symbolizes
the sky sympathizes with a lightning flash
that lights up the nice bright life i might have had
as i look to avondale, see my old lady’s pad
and memories of my childhood that make me mad
my old crazy dad and his brown paper bag
smacked up in the room next door playing jazz
wishing i could take a plane out of the sky
and make it crash
looking down at the world trying to find a place to land
praying i could take it back but i can’t
i’m no magician
just a wishing broke musician
in this solar system of infinity
and none of these stars have ever noticed me
this moon don’t want to glow on me or listen to my poetry
and i could shout top my lungs
but i bet though
the only thing i’m going to hear back is an echo
or maybe if i threw a rock then i’d get heard
or maybe i should tie that rock around my leg first
cause
n0body knows what i’ve been through
on the edge of my ledge like 3..2…(1)
just another life wasted
but sh-t, maybe they’ll notice me splattered on the pavement
amen

[bridge: mf doom]
the idea of having different characters is to
you know
different characters is really to
get the storyline across
you know coming from one particular character all the time
makes to me the story boring
everything just flows better when i got multiple characters
to portray, you know, the story

[verse 2: tom scott]
walking through the night kicking puddles
ifs half 12 but i can’t tell
dark clouds blacking all the stars out
deep down i’m feeling beat down
i haven’t slept in a week now maybe i’m asleep now
the only thing i’ve eaten is that e i dropped
and that lemon from the tequila shot
tell myself i need to stop drinking
as i take the lid of my hipflask
take a sip and wipe the whiskey off my moustache
limp past the loners in the strip bars on fort lane
feeling jealous of the bums sleeping in the doorways
wish i had someone to sleep with
someone to be with
someone to share my 20 cent piece with
instead i throw it to the dude with the harmonica
cause when he tips his hat at me
i feel like he’s acknowledged my existence
and this is what its like nowadays
gotta pay to get an eyebrow raised
shiiiit
f-ck a friend i’d be happy if i had an enemy
or just someone to bump into me accidentally
i step to the left they step to the right
and we could do that for the rest of our lives
and i, don’t even recognize my own reflection
catch my eyes in the shop window
but there ain’t no connection
i guess that i ain’t even someone i trust
maybe i should run in front of a bus
so i take my seat up in the bus lane
got my red pumas on so they can hide the bloodstains
take my last sip of johnnie walker
as i hear the bus coming from around the corner
and i’m counting time, ready to die
then out of nowhere someone drops out the sky
some guy trying to fly, 55 stories high
and he’s heading right for me like i’m the bullseye

-screams
-thudding noise

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