Islands - Where There's A Will There's A Whalebone lyrics

rate me

The morning I set sail on a whalebone

The gale force winds made the sky grow

And i was far out in the ocean

I cut the roof of my mouth on the potion

And down down down on the femur

I let my backbone slide into the ether

Laying low in a tropical hideout

If anyone finds out, I'll turn their lights out

(rap) Subtitle:

Where there's a will, there's a way to go, you'll never know

I set sail that morning and I may not come back bro

Lay low in a hideout

Just to bust you – tropical

It's neurotic and exotic

With yet another broke down – incidental

Not accidental

When facts track the mental

Even within movement

Words get arranged for maximum deployment

Words mean will

Where there's a tailbone, then there's a tale gone wrong

Young gang on a boat – it's the same song

Same quote, nature stretches it out note by note

It's a new state.

You don't know the nomenclature; the governor has status with the cutting apparatus

And that is half the battle

They can't think of how to absorb us, they can't think of how to absolve me

Let's see

A cancerous mix of young pirates for kicks – signed, sealed C.G

In congealed blood

This is all on the surreal

Don't appeal to the side where the law resides

After all that, it's a separatist homicide

Rappers try to cultivate carbon monoxide

You tried to get entranced by the folks that try to get us by happenstance

Busdriver:

Frame our press show with a whale sternum

And a dolphin femur, band breathed lab tech with a solvent in a beaker.

Yell in boom mics and moonlight as a coffin cleaner then poolside.

I food fight with Hollywood anorexics

I'm in a crew of pallbearers and ambidextrous foosball players

We got pool hall flair,

remove all layers of industry pretension and augmented physical attributes

Because I'm blanketed in nude doll hair

But with these styles we're shrewd on-air

So we've been annexed to an annexed isle

By the radio programmer, half-man reptile

That church of satin bible study tutor choirboy

Prefers the works the tire uninspired and coy

But uhh Driver's ploy is to show a lot of follow through

Wearing a monocle coming out a fiery void

Collecting style in rental late fees

They never return it after the test drive

Infatuated by a robot's breast size

We ain't entertained by balloon animals

Marooned on our tropical safe haven

Everyday is a paid vacation

(end rap)

I gave my life to the wishbone

So i wished all the stars would go home

And one was a dog with its tail drawn

It laughed as it shed now it's long gone

I remember the flavor

But I made a choice to stay here

Laying low in a tropical hideout

If anyone finds out, I'll turn their lights out