AKA Snowfall Acapella...
I'm sitting in again - quick!
Open a window or I'll stick!
Give me a hit of that wild life!
I've wondered what it is!
Supreme freedom and bliss!
Like you don't see in movies!
If you ain't moving you wish
You'd get out of the city to this!
Though it is snowiiing!
I'd rather be out and rowing a boat
Or mowing lawns, roasting prawns,
Rather be out in the open
Holed up in this in-closing,
I feel a bit like a pawn!
Caged by dark and cold -
Not what I want
But tomorrooow!
You bet I will get it on!
I'll be raking leafs
If they don't disappear or freeze
Wade through it up to my knees
I hear it'll snow all night
Getting salad will be a breeze
If the salad still be alright
If not I'll write a ballad for the salad
I'm balancing on a line between love and malice
Baddest B on a beat emceeing all night is savage
But I expended my bandwidth, so no more beats for me
In a minute! It'll be alright
No fight in the dog? This dog is in the fight
I'm fighting to live, not to put food on the table
But live a LIFE!
Exploring sights, getting out in the world to see that it's nice
Eat my slice of the pie while I'm young and still see alright
I'll write my daily manifestos of dues I do and stress so
I can get it off my chest and then rest - then I can wrestle
With whatever's still left! But society's like a chessboard
Gotta see ten steps ahead or you'll be dead or in debt and then what
Friends come back again? Not! Good times come again? Move over!
Only a card dealer don't need to chew more clover
But governments and upping rent landlords - like God ascends
And middlemen and banks and all those top floor boards in New York
Meanwhile, the cold seeps in through my floorboards, but I carpet it
And keep the fire burning like this inner rage I've targeted
On greedy corporations and rich peeps! You beasts are you listening?
You could make this world better for all! Why just keep shifting!
All assets and sitting! On your asses just shitting!
On the people who need you to friggin' bring 'em
A semblance of allowance, or a listening of opinions.
The world is fucked but I'm not on roads with no tax-o-meters
I'm no Jon Snow - I'll bring back the heater
Holed up here in Eden, warming the room, but leaving soon
Rather than being back in Stockholm I'd rather be on the moon
Where there's still freedom! No greedy men, or needy tycoons
But let's keep rocking I'll be - seeing you soon
With new tunes, not till June, just stay sober!
Depressing or no this world knows the money rolls
Keep going till October's over or till a runny nose
Stops not the prose, but performing and what thus? Nobody No-s
They're all YES men! Go on arrest them. They're all drones.
I cannot stop so let's go. Let it go. Go slow. Yo...
