Mc Lars - Art of Darkness ft. Sage Francis lyrics
rate me[MC Lars]
It’s just another day in the life of an artist
Searching for truth and the rhymes that I harvest
Art is my savior, art is my crutch
Art is my breakfast, my dinner and my lunch.
Painting poems and these walls and I know I can’t stop
Acrylics on my finger dripping sticky and hot
Because I’m so inspired getting higher everyday
Honestly, this song still got a lot to say
So bring me a pen and a pad and a beat
Just wanna hit one, one fix and I’ll be free
Cause this is the land where the dreams are made
Where people get robbed and pushers get paid.
The passion, the blood, and the faith in my veins
Made everything OK when I felt it slip away
Yes it’s been a minute since I’ve seen the sun,
And since my parents saw their son
And this process has begun
Cooking lyrics in a spoon, I stop and look...
There’s never time to shower, socialize or eat
I pop a tab of poetry, you pop another line
Metaphors get mixed I sit back an recline
..stuck it in,
Cause art was the curse and the curer and the friend
Know that is true, alive when I write,
This serpent is loose and it’s loose and I try not to fight this!
Chorus:
You ain’t got to feel alone never
I’m the one out chopping wood in cold weather
The go getters, we know better,
Heart of darkness poker face venom
I’m the one climbing the stairway to Heaven.
Writing poems all alone, welcome home!
[Sage]
Psycho sedative, type O negative
Sick of this, but not in the cycle, repetitive.
Is this reality? Slight no, then it is.
Back alley white snow medicine for the defense, vindictive personality type
Showing off teeth marks to prove reality bites
As if all of you act like scars to match,
But death is the bitch and that dog came barking back
That’s just junky speech
The only time I stop talking is when I bounce between my teeth
Is a feast for the addict, a beast of habits
Sneaks to the addict and seeks the magic that speaks back.
Transcribe the interviews I begin to use
I can’t hide my interviews.
If music was therapeutic I’d been fixed long ago
This is just a song, you know!
Chorus:
You ain’t got to feel alone never
I’m the one out chopping wood in cold weather
The go getters, we know better,
Heart of darkness poker face venom
I’m the one climbing the stairway to Heaven.
Writing poems all alone, welcome home!
Once upon a time this kid had a dream
A voice and a purpose and a vision to be seen.
I realize reflections if they were but illusions
Heart was the curse and the cure the solution.
I met with clowns snake charmer publicists
Saw my name in magazines, laughing, I was loving it!
My muse and I used to drive and sing along
Down the California coast in the woods writing songs,
Up in the mountains, we try to uplug
Away from the noise and the stress and the drugs,
But they kept finding pills in the corner of my closet,
Underneath the skeletons, hid ‘em in my pocket,
Like Jack Kerouac in the... cabin, or Allen .. in.. rapping,
The pantheon of poets visionary drinking coffee,
Sitting in the dark through the window I was watching!
[Sage]
Like a sniper with a rifle and a life full of debt
Tupac fell off cause he didn't know the ledge
...
You ain’t got to feel alone never
I’m the one out chopping wood in cold weather
The go getter, and I’m licking my chapped lips.
I keep on swinging ‘till the disk on my back slips.
My ex call me callous, (at least she calls me)
Pale flesh full of scabs
Fat feet cause I'm hearty
Caffeine cause...
my music it goes over my head.
Travelling man with a gavel in hand
And a twelve member jury in the back of my van.
Coming to a court near you
I could see the rehab center filled with smoke in the rearview
I’m living with my big money, it’ my drinking money,
When my chips are down and my bottle bottom’s out,
But I’m on the up and up so what the fuck is the problem about?
Chorus: (x2)
You ain’t got to feel alone never
I’m the one out chopping wood in cold weather
The go getters, we know better,
Heart of darkness poker face venom
I’m the one climbing the stairway to Heaven.
Writing poems all alone, welcome home!
Western Australia, I saw the southern cross chasing turtles in the see,
Our love be the cost,
My heart be erratic and wake up and all I saw
Wore panties in my sleeping bag and a note in her bra
She said Dear Lars we’re never meant to be
Though you meant a lot to me, sending kisses in your sleep
In your sleep don’t cry, remember the magic,
You still own it, you will always have it!
I’ll send you haukuis with nothing but truths,
I’ll send ‘em care of Icarus hoping to get to you!
What else could I do?
I picked up the broom, swept the pieces of my past from the corners of the room.
What a beautiful people drink champagne and laugh
I just can’ hold back, I just can’t relax.
Back stage and El Dorado sitting with my fishing pole
In a dressing room consumed by my gang of wishing souls <br />
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Thanks to M.Far. for correcting these lyrics
