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No Teleportation

from Tap Water by Swordplay & Pierre the Motionless

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lyrics

Faucets make medicine for madmen. Deliver me dilemma with generous lessons. Offer the message but the message is often not complicit with the manner in which it’s delivered. Then if it’s a question of ethical safeguard, I keep mine tight. Analyze the content. Then I sort out the bullshit and available nonsense. I rap don’t stop no consequence. Lubricated cubicle found to be unsuitable. I’d leave it at the drop of a dime. You do it all the time. I’ll see you at the sight of your bomb blast, an arrow through the apple on the tip of your top hat. Regrettable machetes embedded up in the wall and the wall-to-wall carpet carpel-tunnel call. Weathermen fed up forgetting confetti fall. It falls on all settings. The sentiments settle. Gentlemen gather together, get up and go laugh. Tell me if the water is tepid, I set it up in your kettle (forget it, crash). I know you love trouble, and life goes a little bit too fast.

Show me the ways of teleportation. I got a fascination with it even if it moves a little bit too slow. I had my hands on nothing and then I let go. Show me a sound salvation and I’ll take it but already I made mine up a long time ago. Then I let go.

Take away my memory, all off the report until I’m in the full moon all up on your front porch. Floridian beaches have no Georgian peaches, only orchards of oranges and organic diseases. See me in a panic and dismantle my thesis. I’ve been channeling the phantom tantrum of baby Jesus. I’m stranded with paraplegics in a conversation. I’m speechless. I got no telekinesis. No teleportation. I’ve been waiting on that technological innovation. Plug me up in the system and have a listen. I’ve been flippin switches, multiple glitches up in the circuitry bridges I’m tripping with fidgety digits. Sipping on that lithium battery, flatter me after the fact with an epitaph or meltdown. I’ll be singing up in heaven in a hotel lounge.

Show me the ways of teleportation. I got a fascination with it even if it moves a little bit too slow. I had my hands on nothing and then I let go. Show me a sound salvation and I’ll take it but already I made mine up a long time ago.

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from Tap Water, released June 20, 2013

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