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Olivine

from This Old Pond by Phony Danza

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Some type of scene.

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Never drove far past the state
Even if it was allowed
Sometimes I’d have to go south
Just to fix decks for the crowd

And so I'd ask myself at night
Is it worth it to stay awake for a fright

Sometimes I would dance alone
But never watch you do the same
Long days of tag on the phone
I thought we’d drive in the rain

And so I’d pour into a cup
The things that would make you run amok

This is not a scene
This is not a scene
This is not a scene

I’ve been envisioning my own death
I’ve been in prison pissing bridges over cold breath
Back crack, blood smack the street
A sack of meat popped when dropped on top the concrete
What a sight, I never take a flight, I’m scared to death of heights
But not afraid of flying, not afraid of dying, not afraid of trying
Even if that highly unlikely Almighty inside the psyche might be trying to spite me
Cause I don’t listen to that
Born free, die free, that’s the rhythm in rap
It’s the shit they fittin in between the dream on the map
Make me want to sling a slug through my cap: reload, cock back
Throw three more, rat-tat-tat at those throwing they nose in my habitat
I ain’t having that
I’m not trying to battle rap, just trying to find some shit realer than a fucking Snapple cap
Quick glance left to right
Everyday is a dark day to testify
Pesticide dripping from the speakers, hid a couple dollars in my sneakers
Reeking of reefer, dog I’m ready to meet the reaper
Tension in the air got my jaw sewn shut
Depression in the air like I’m all grown up
Ain’t a damn thing changed
Just repackaged and rearranged: you either end up dead or detained
I felt the power of my brain
Every hour, on the hour, hits the same
What a shame, I forgot this was a game
What’s my name? I see murder in the mirror clearer don’t come any nearer
That’s decay of a will to find a way to stay above it
Lost a lot, it’s hard to stay in love with cities always under budget
People dealing just to function
So now we stealing meals out of production
Leave you nothing, that’s American consumption

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from This Old Pond, released November 2, 2018

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Phony Danza New Haven, Connecticut

Americana / Fusion / Experimental / Indie

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