paroles de chanson Climb Trees - Sage Francis
Sun
set
and
sun
rise
I'm
my
own
personal
light
show
Flipping
switches...
moving
from
basin
bottoms
to
plateaus
The
Earth...
manipulates
itself
beneath
me
I
stand
still...
stagnate.
Can't
kill...
this
lagged
state
Life...
manipulates
itself
around
me,
but
I'm
dead
still
Upright...
but
dead
still
Word
is
still
born...
I
will
not
stoop
to
the
level
of
the
stoop
that
y'all
chill
on
If
the
building's
boarded
up
and
the
children
of
the
corn
-Er
Liquor
Store
don't
want
to
kick
it
no
more...
Because
holes
have
filled
the
wall,
sneakers
are
scuffed
& toes
have
become
sore
I
saw
y'all
walk
from
the
hood
of
tough
luck
Yeah,
if
these
walls
could
talk
they
wouldn't
shut
the
fuck
up
Jump
in
your
pick
up
truck.
Drive
from
the
mountain
range
Cash
the
chips
in
on
your
shoulder,
cut
your
losses,
die
young,
count
the
change
How
strange...
you
think
these
clouds
look
lovely?
Smoke
signals...
manipulate
themselves
above
me
No
symbols...
are
below
me
enough
to
overlook
I
know
you
read
my
every
move,
I
wrote
the
book
Mind
not
the
blemishes
that
are
on
my
premise.
Endlessness
is
my
"to
be
continued..."
Notice
the
nervousness
in
my
footnotes
when
being
interviewed
Shaking
uncontrollably.
"How
you
doing?"
"Not
bad...
how
about
you?"
Brought
it
right
back
to
me
like
"What've
you
been
up
to?"
I
don't
talk
to
freaks.
I
even
ignore
my
neighbors
who
live
down
the
stairs
I
walk
the
streets.
And
they
don't
know
that
I'm
famous
in
2000
years
So
I
say
shit
loud
in
their
ears
and
I
spit
a
wretched
verse
in
their
face...
Disrespecting
their
personal
space
In
a
split
second,
curtains
and
drapes
get
closed
They
think
they've
shut
me
out,
but
I
can
see
their
ugly
mouth
in
the
shape
of
"O"s
I'd
break
their
windows
with
a
stone
that
has
a
note
attatched
That
says
"I
hate
Jim
Crow,
and
here's
a
poem
to
let
you
know
the
haps:"
"I've
got
a
golden
axe
and
I
chop
cherry
trees
down
Dead
to
this
world.
Bury
me
now."
I
am
from
a
distant
place
that
sits
and
waits
for
my
belated
time
to
come
But
its
too
late
I've
missed
my
fate.
I
"F"
with
the
deaf,
blind
and
dumb
My
father
taught
me
one
thing...
how
to
fire
a
gun
I
don't
bother...
this
is
survival
for
fun
I
have
become
the
most
sinister
sin
city
clicker
Cynical
dim
witted
trixter
Critical
shit
grinning
hipster
Whisper...
to
my
earhole...
tell
me
not
to
be
fearful
Be
careful
Not
to
make
any...
sudden...
movements
Show
me
your
sole...
I
like
to
study
shoe
prints
You've
stepped
to
me
before!
I
can
recognize
them
stubby
toes!
I
left
them
guys
with
bloody
clothes.
For
a
second
time...
nobody
knows
The
pain
I've
seen.
Nobody
knows
the
pain
I've
seen
Nobody
knows
why
I've
got
a
bloody
nose
or
how
they
made
it
bleed
Chorus:
Climb
trees...
go
out
on
a
limb
To
find
me...
forget
about
him
Forget
about
hymns...
what
are
those
psalms
that
you
sing
What
are
those
songs
that
are
in
your
head
echoing...
I
am
not
here
to
make
a
change.
I
break
chains
I
break
dance
moves
and
move
Strange--
Strange
Famous
is
infamous
for
inflammatory
mission
statements
Living
in
basements
with
subterranean
secret
service
agents
With
little
patience.
A
pediatrician
who
hate
kids
Women's
lib
is
getting
choked
to
death
by
their
own
baby
bibs
Baby,
did
you
know
I
love
women
who
hate
mankind?
I
talk
about
it
all
the
damn
time...
keep
it
comin'
HUH!
"IIIIIIIII
HHHHAAAAAAAATE
MEEEEEEEENNNNN"
This
conversation
is
mine.
I
own
all
the
stock
in
boring
small
talk,
And
I've
trade
marked
this
facial
expression
called
the
"gawk."
So
fuck
off.
I
dis
functions
souped
by
ninjas
and
hockey
fights
While
discussion
groups
infringe
upon
my
copyrights
All
them
bitches
want
me
tonight...
I've
been
so
great
and
respectful
They
only
get
salty
when
I
bend
them
into
the
shape
of
a
pretzel
I
make
them
flexible
when
I
break
their
schedule.
It
only
got
hard...
When
I
asked
'em
politely
not
to
fight
me
and
to
give
up...
God
Damn...
this
is
easier
than
I
thought
it
would
be
They'll
attend
any
party
and
not
fight
it
as
long
as
they're
invited
cordially
Unfortunately,
I've
only
got
so
many
hundred
openings
But
talk
to
me,
I
want
to
take
you
all
under
my
broken
wings
Who's
the
right
man
for
the
job?!
Put
up
your
hands
y'all
because
I'm
not
tall
enough
to
stand
up
to
God
Who's
the
right
woman?!
Throw
up
one
hand...
and
wave
it
now
1 Crack Pipes
2 Different
3 Personal Journalist
4 Inherited Scars
5 Climb Trees
6 Broken Wings
7 The Strange Famous Mullet Remover
8 Smoke And Mirrors
9 Message Sent
10 Eviction Notice
11 Pitchers of Silence
12 Specialist
13 Hopeless
14 Black Sweatshirt
15 Cup Of Tea
16 My Name Is Strange
17 Runaways
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