Story Behind The Song

After a return to Cali from the Warped Tour. We cam up with this Love/Hate Song

Song Description

Spinoza W. Freakatek came off the Van's Warped Tour and wrote these lyrics about the california ideas he has been having for some time now. The song was made in a matter of hours. Music By Cornfield

Lyrics

New Cali


Cornfield
I feel like the sun aint gonna shine, this place will never be the same, eathquaking, ground breaking, shaking the places i've been changing, new cali here we come.

Verse 1
Cornfield
Since the sky's leaning sideways, I guess i'll do it my way, Go ahead and try to run from these ideas, Get your mind erased, Side effects always seem to steer me towards disaster, Your running faster. You should have bought a Gun Last Year. Mood swings and such back up like monster trrucks. Fail to hold me still Ive had enough Release the ducts, be very quiet and kick the disease, when I woke this morning I was blind and covered with leaves.
Spinz
I searched for the answer but found nothing but cancer, in the minds of the twisted, opportunities missed, lost souls look for the way and pray for the day that will come when there won't be no pain anymore, stretched out on the floor sprawled out or falled out, can't go overboard or all out, without pooring my heart out, lost in the maddness the sadness prevails, though my clientel will excel the cats in the cradle.

Verse 2
Spinz
I creep inside demented minds, soak up the sickness with one line, keep pursuin the confused it's the state that i'm in, only one chance to win, only one take this is my break where do I begin, creep inside my residence, explorations plagued the nation, sent us to the moon, but human contact with UFO's is saved for the tunes, the dirt farm crew, tracks the aftermath of originality, so much crap it don't flatter me.

Verse 3
Spinz

I set a fire that burned 5000 acres over Cali, it burned mansions and jails and swept through the valley, the fake the phony portray themselves to be exempt from the truth, but i'm living proof of the struggle, of how they can fuck you, right when you least expect, clowns hit the deck, i'm takin over with nines in the waist and lyrical sets, lyrical presedence, lyrical intoxications got you tipsy, you are now aloud to stop bein a bitch G's, got the anthem ringing, California dreamin, it's the real Dirt Farmer and the real screamin demon.