a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

stanley odd - did yi hear? lyrics

[chorus]

did yi hear?
did yi hear?
did yi hear what they say?

[part 1]

did you hear? stanley odd’s back
i’ve been lost in ma head off in candy floss land
hatching another fantastical plan
the last album sold 3 copies and i plan to top that
in cargo shorts, c-mmerband and top hat
i’m at your front door with a random pot plant
reject: i crossed the atlantic on that
and the nightclub stamp on my head says “boss man”
what time is it? i’ve taken an anti-clock stance
’cause these rappers are as off time as antique clock hands
golden age junkies – it can’t be brought back
trying to focus on the world through a plastic shot gl-ss
one side of the coin is a happy old man
the flipside is in drastic contrast
a dreamer slowly suffocates in hourgl-ss sand
flip the coin and let’s see how it lands
“voice of a generation” that quote would have felt better
if we could equate the praise with some ways to sell records
it’s hard to balance commerce and artistic content
without it turning into a p-ssing contest
this is something of a critical path
to all the folks that said we just do political raps
surprise. i’m back from ma slumber
and these bright lights have got me feeling paranoid and sunburnt

[chorus]

did yi hear?
did yi hear?
did yi hear what they say?

[part 2]

10 long years i’ve been exploring this dystopia
dodging myopic sentries spouting misanthropia
the day i went deaf i was in a depressed state
with ma hands over ma ears screaming get out ma headsp-ce
anyway, i remain defiantly odd
paradoxically, we seem to be defying the odds
in all honestly, the whole scene’s looking odd to me
nod yir heid while i guarantee to rock it awkwardly
and who says i’m not hardcore?
steady yir ship – you don’t know your port from your starboard
i treat rap like a dartboard, bullseye with each throw
and you better believe i’m leaving with that speedboat
so here’s what you could have won:
a lifetime’s supply of “i’ll never quite be good enough”
a million conversations explaining i don’t rap about shooting stuff
and a healthy dose of prejudice about scottish people shooting up
not to mention scooping a
collection of self-appointed judge, jury and executioners
queuing up, to put hte boot in first
i shouldn’t have ever colluded at the crossroads with lucifer
but i’ll be praying him handsomely
i can’t be released from this faustian tragedy
d-mned to be, still chasing this great masterpiece
til i can cross slim shady with fake plastic trees

[part 3]

bump this in yir rust bucket wi the arial bent back
it’s that indie kid, angst-ridden radiohead rap
caught between train spotting and cirque de soleil
channelling big l through kurtis cobain
there’s never been much need for marketing for
the sp-ce between gangsta rap and cardigan core
there’s an escher-esque gl-ss ceiling barring the door
but it’s getting to the stage now we’re kinda hard to ignore
i’ve got a bad case of monday to sunday blues
in the same bad mood since 1992
i’m ivan lendl until hearing an instrumental
then i’m ron burgundy screaming “odd square -ssemble”
reject was shortlisted for album of the year
which left me writing this one here babbling with fear
cds in hmv – lifetime ambition achieved
but the death of the high street made it kind of bittersweet

did yi, did yi hear?

- stanley odd lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS