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Uh A hundred hours of balsam and cedar Await who follow the leader, who ain't just follow procedure, I'm saying I'm saying, I'm saying I was called to the ether, via receiver Not a piece of me is drawn to the theater I was drawin' and painting, recording songs in my bedroom Stuff I could never have conjured inside some alternate venue When you was all in together, I wasn't comfortable ever And ultimately my value became the sum of these demos They're like my sons and my daughters Even the ones that were lemons Even the hundreds of sketches that ushered nothin' but messes When you was asking bout touring, I get the crux of the question It's just the bulk of the answer is of another dimension If I close my eyes and think of reconstructing an essence that isn't functional at present I can't fuck with the premise It's like the act itself would almost undercut the intention If I show up for attendance, I'm just unplugging the message Tell me somethin, what's a sheep when everyone is a shepherd? Or better yet, what's a student who ain't rough around the edges? Using music to confront the gunk that's gumming up his engines I ain't judging, I ain't nothing if not buffing out a blemish or ten I'm really not some fish out of water as I don't practice a discipline you could fit on a altar It just don't figure in at all to what the vision involved Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not another brick in the wall Waitin' around Letras de cancionesWaitin' around Molded all my idle time and gave it purpose Waitin' around Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Waitin' around [?] In Bruges with time to kill, but time musta knew and holed up somewhere it didn't have to move My room had a view, safe fulla Euros, I miss having nothing to lose Twenty two, wanderin' Amsterdam, twenty two hundred in my shoe Jay-Z in the discman, two grams in the 'wood, toss it in the canal if it starts to canoe Cannonball Run, now it's barely a splash in the hotel pool The night's young, I sit in the corner and watch her move, spinning like vinyl Jumping out the groove, grassy gin winning over sweet vermouth Framboise, ginger root, mussels and pomme frites Confit leeks, feast like Kongi's Harvest An expatriate heard me speak American 5'3", thick as congee, porridge Took a seat, immediately smelled weed We smoked outside in the darkness of the eve, jaundice moon She had perfect teeth, purple haze had your boy like, "come home with me" She kissed my cheek, diplomacy I walked cobblestoned streets alone, old testament stone Old poems just out of reach Congolese concierge fast asleep Big, lonely suite From the tiny balcony, I watched my planes leave Waitin' around Waitin' around Molded all my idle time and gave it purpose Waitin' around Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Waitin' around [?] From Letras Mania