Testi musica canzoni

So you want to be a carpenter, do you?

Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're
gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and...

Straighten your cap! you look like you've been
through a war.

Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy
frame?

Sluggish posture just won't cut it.

You're gonna need schooling, and, and, and take
notes!

And god if I catch you yawning again you're gonna
regret ever asking for my help,

And dammit you gotta hustle, this is a
slacker-free zone

And, where's my pencil? go get your hard-hat,

here's a nickel, go get us a ruler and a saw and
a drill and lots of graph paper...

Verse 1

Yo

I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were
the rungs,

I strung it from the highest willow, trying to
hug the sun.

The seventh level buckled and I tumbled from the
summit,

Now I'm back to re-climb and this time light my
cigarette from it.

My stitchin division to vision warfares numb
enough to soak suddenly in a bullet bath

and skip stones in the morning as I,

Lie in color phantom tantrum explicable, sit and
pull the petals off wild flower patches,

Magic happens!

Behold, pity the lowlife parish.

Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a
horse-drawn carriage by the torch of Polaris

To the Badlands, where every bridge collapse
right where the crowd stands,

Where the witches are fireproof and every
preacher's a madman.

Frigid be the appleseed demeanor towards the bay
where the landshark Parliament swims

When they pause to polish they fins.

The better brains will preach the village through
the city square

to the light, heavy and middle-weight integrate,

Slept with sticks and stones in my pillowcase.

Ooh my bomb's light simulator picks barnacles
off the tugboat belly

Left my spirit home in a shoebox in case I die.

Got a rugged smoke-green halo floatin’ inches
off the swamp,

Had that phase when the devil tree contacts a
sparkle in my eye.

Now step back from the reservoir and let the
settlers drink,

Salvage all priorities and iron out all kinks.

My house ain't made of bricks and straw but never
has it crumbled,

Cuz I stitched the brain's rigidity with
symmetry,

Come visit me,

It's fascinating.

Now here's how its done, I'm only gonna show you
once,

So pay close attention, hear me now or hear me
never,

Glue your little eyes to the diagram,

See the plywood, the nails, the glue? You work
every inch,

Your domain and you must treat it well.

Keep it clean or it'll swallow you whole.

Where's the T-square, hand me the pliers,

now dammit, oh this will never do!

You have to want the castle, Head Up, shoulders
back!

Be the materials, know your limits only to break
your limits.

Are you listening? God dammit boy, pay attention!

Try it again. Little bit more juice this time.

Try it again. Yeah a little bit more elbow
grease this time.

Try it again. Concentrate, a little more focus
this time.

You can kick and scream and yell but damn I'm
only tryin' to help.

Try it again. You're not doing it right, here
now, yall watch.

Try it again. Stop sulking, I'm the example, for
real, Watch.

Try it again. I'm bout to make it easy for you
yall, just Watch.

You can kick and scream and yell but damn I'm
only tryin' to help.

Verse 2

?? stinging the hunt

The hunt dispatched a pack of wild dog
silhouettes,

All sulking by the skyline, focused with a bonus
hunger pain,

My sincere addiction imbalance stems from a
vintage grimace slap to the mug of

Ancestral branch camped on the vessels.

Yes and I abide, the laws of the hidden desert
survived,

And every peasant presenteed it on the crescent
less deprived.

With the exception of pleasant finale binges on
the great endangered interests

of phantom brigades slaving to save that
princess.

I double the negative, to no avail, no promised
benefits,

just delegates peddling pairs of negatives,

With magnified magnanimous appearance sandy
sinners in opinion shut.

Now what of the madness fragments? Stagnant.

I oughta make a vision sing my twix cling to your
pigeon wings,

Vision militia indent benders , we've flooded
Hell's kitchen sink,

Walkin’ eye civility simpleton citizen mixers
to kiss the sky in unison

Sinister city-blistered corporate rule-igans.

All I really want’s a nickel to feed my little
pigs.

? Big Dick three cheers to the product.

Consumer populace feed but never dreamed of the
process

When a slanted advantage point sort of makeshift
criminals date rape the hostage,

Dream away the blame pain, yeah but it seeps
through the cracks,

And drips from the ceiling and smells the rich
scent of my tracks.

All I ever really wanted was a jungle, and a
jungle I got,

See it ain’t the vision it’s the plot that
makes me stop.

Try it again. I don’t want to.

Try it one more time.

I’m not even interested anymore.