Apt. A (1) Lyrics

[Doseone]
Making up Miss Bobafetet as I go along

[Why?]
And rejecting the truths that I've been served

[Doseone]
Making up Miss Bobafetet as I go along

[Why?]
And rejecting the truths that I've been served

[Doseone]
Fool in
Besides
Tuition for my countenance
Pressed fine in reverse block
Style print
A product
Of cave drawings
Gone automated

With these loafers and a check book
Twisted tightly into... into
I know
A stiletto

[Doseone and Why?]
Do you know how many times
I've thought about writing about the paper I'm writing on?
Do you know how many times
I've thought about writing about the paper I'm writing on?


[Why?]
I lost my liquid tongue for the wet pen

[Doseone]
I have one mortal wish

[Why?]
I don't even know where I've been
(In the basement, hugging the gas main)
Something's been left out of this game
God, did you remember to render everything?
I've seen 1078 Sundays and
7 borders where the liquid meets land
I've even seen stars
Now where the fuck
Is anti-emptiness?


[Doseone]
I'm leaking into stoned and severed existence
[Why?]
I've been consumed by my own breath

[Part 3: A Touching Story]

[Illogic]
Change of face, shapeless
Personality switch, transformation
So impersonation of self leads
Crowds in twos to disintegration
Who's in the basement choking a puppet on the pedestal?
Let a stool pigeon escort those who contort
Three doors down into the left door on the right hand side
My hand slides into pockets
Pull sockets of lead penalty
Orbs of red energy
Entering the orbit of the morbid
Northern and southern hemispheres of play capsule
Place time bombs and rose stems on your axle
Clear case
Hole in faded ozone layer of doom
Sphere of babylon shield
Towering above gravity
Taking up space in a residence of stars

[Doseone]
A touching story of ungrateful velcro skulled boy
With his tored-off face
And the life-sized sacked marionette
He'd thought looked an awful lot like him
(With his time told and mildewed
Baby clothes of a business man.)
Jerk... wackoff slumped
And he's tired, sick with bad posturing
One can't hold in
Oh hell, there's a king of jungle in him yet
Give our young lad middle of America's valise
But spare the gauze, he's losing poet by the gallon
Glory, Glory
Bottom of the quicksand's gonna give him a
Whole lot less to think about
Than change that steel trap perspective would
Perhaps

I ain't a scared no more, to make a' the difference
Stolen heart, and a whole wide world to blame

[Why?]
I've been
Living
In a record
Skipped filmstrip


I'm falling off the side of the boat
And when I hit water
I'm falling off the side of the boat
I fall asleep hoping

Tomorrow tastes like poems and honeysuckle
I move slow cause the sky looks bluer
When you fuck the order of the day

Or the way the shelves were meant to fit
I wish I had a pair of stilts to wear
While I play the flute in some
Light-traffic hallway in my old high school


But these are only threats to the seated self
Maybe Spain is the open-faced smile
From some life I saw in a movie
And always thought I'd live

[Doseone]
Jackpot!

[Illogic]
Congratulations!

[Why?]
Space is potent

 

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The A-side of the first cLOUDDEAD single, which then became the first track on their self-titled album. cLOUDDEAD is made up of MC’s Why? and doseone & producer Odd Nosdam.

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November 14, 2000
Apt. A (1) Live Performances
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