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A FRIEND OF MINE DIED COMING HOME AFTER A NIGHT OF PARTYING AND MUST HAVE LOST CONTROL OF THE CAR. WRAPPED AROUND A TREE IN BROOKLYN. NO NAMES ARE MENTIONED AND THE LYRICS ARE A BIT VAGUE IN DESCRIBING THAT. IT WAS MY INTENTION TO BE VAGUE. THIS SONG STARTED OUT A POEM.
A KINDA FUNKY, DIFFERENT KIND OF GROOVE TUNE THAT HAS ALOT OF COOL THINGS HAPPENING IN IT SONICALLY
The monkey knows, me by heart 'cause he can see right through whatever lies
And the smokerings signify how vaguely one will distance themselves from all despair, a pre-requisite, a learning tool of life
OH TV, CNN IN THE HOME, DON'T LET YOUR, FAMILY KNOW ALL THEY HAVE TO KNOW...
NO! - Seen the fire destroy your world with broken neck, the eyes of retribution
Resounding crashes burning to the ground in a heep of ashes
Entangled river without a bed, forensic man add it up
OH HELP ME, TELL ME ALL THAT YOU CAN, DON'T LET ME, BE SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND
Just make sense of this, suppressed reddened blackened fist to the victor belongs a wish, just one wish
Too late to try, tourniquet has your tongue tied, holding on to whatever will die... YEAH!
Time runs out, and the end of our rope - cannot cope, mood swings, trails of confusion.
And self-indulgence leads to mind pollution
Now the monkey isn?t laughing, 'cause his barrel's burning but his earth's still turning round
IT'S TURNIN'... IT'S TURNIN...