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Distance Matters (feat. Citizen of Fastax)

from Lockjaw by Onboard Balloon

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Above this abyss
Is air that’s adored
It appeared to be more
But it wasn’t steady does it
We gotta get beyond
Where the birds go it hurts tho
Pay no attention
To the breeze train ur brain
To be the bridge out to the brightness
Pull ur lips outta the vice grips
And start talking shit again
Ask em why the burned the fuckin place
That you were living in
Swimin in indigenous
Whispers From the witnesses
It isn’t what it seems again
believed to be the reason
that his feet started to bleed again
its eating him alive
and you can see it in his lies
It’s a daemon they keep feeding
Defeating it isn’t easy kids
Climb the city
To the clouds and get around it
What is this about
Am I to dive into ground
Just to try n find it out
Guess that’s why my knife is out
Higher than a virus
In the eyelid of a pilot now
Striven for a life
Where I can try and die a lion
Outta mileage
hold em to the highest mark…

still on that promise rot
still a little vomit
in the pody trough, im honest
and often on some nonsense
talk it out
sniff a bundle
get the scuttle for winter months
and puddle up
put the duffle in the shuttle runt
and hit the fuckin tunnel
the trouble is its subtle
and you stumble on the ugly shit
fucking with your hustle
get the shovel double vision
somethings missin from the risk
it isn’t steep enuff of tumble
under water jungle shit
humble buckle up
runnin from the muzzle
another fucking Monday
put ur finger in the fireworks
admiring the wizardry
of yesterday it festers
the sun and the planet
have a plan and they just laugh at us

Hidden in the thick of it
Quite the comfortable position
Though the light that’s cast is intermittent
No behavior explicit. Miss it
Wishing these blisters aren’t the half of it
To handle it, candle lit dinner with the wind
Whistling, but don’t speak the language
Because it’s lacking in semantics
But finer things in life don’t have to feel so plastic
Feeling compression, galvanized
Know the smell, formaldehyde
Moving now to prove my actions are nothing but erratic
Bleeding a hologram and panic
Might have to leave a little penny for the insects to invest
And shed a little light upon the nest
Meant to lay out the scene in jest but despicable to the rest of um
Half the hive will be split Up at the abdomen
The other half
There’s no sense in rest when you’re running in your sleep
This venture wouldn’t last a day you must believe
In lieu of panic, in search of the keys
We meant the butter knife won’t cut it, but it came out a sneeze
Shut it. We meant that living under clowns as much as us
Will be discussed, the sense of urgency is side effect of
The must to leave this mush
The sense of urgency - their currency; they promise you
Clemency. The cycle is never ending
It’s just a run for the money. A run for a hill on the driveway
Heard it right, just a box full of ants
Box full of banks in a paralyzed state
Belly of the beast in a cubby of a chubby kid
Housing a group of stray cats from the overpass
Diamond in the Duff, Always in the cuffs…
Adventure got the best of this whole box of ants

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from Lockjaw, released November 6, 2015

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From the Western Slope of Colorado-
Alcoholdrinker-Poemwriter-Farmer-Turntabler- I create and record a bunch of fucking music at my house. Been at this shit since '04.
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