Mucka Blucka (Instrumental)
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โฑ๏ธ 5:47 duration
๐ ID: 13912974
๐ Lyrics
Ahh, Jesus
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya
What up, motherfuckers?
Ya ever seen anyone lose their mind on-mic?
Well, come on in
Grab a seat, grab a cuppa
And watch the chook bat his third strike
Come one, come all to the extravaganza
The cacophonous callousness, the coop of stanza
There's so much here to see, so have a gander
And meet your poultric pullet commander
The coward in question? By now, you know him so well
But then, who am I to go and cluck and tell?
Instead, I'll instil this tetherous will
To trot and toil inside my personal hell
Sisyphus: his rock
The timepiece: its tock
And Winston trudges through Minitrue's minutiae
And like an archaic cuckoo clock
I'll chirp, and chant, and cock
In complete disregard for my future
So enjoy the show, especially those in the splash zone
Place your bets
Let's see how fierce the auction gets
Can you tell me what on earth I'm supposed to do
When you tell me one and one cannot equal two?
If Mr. Sun can't shine, nor can Mr. Moon
And yet each day that passes has this tension boil and stew
So forgive the effrontery, but I must beg you to humble me
And throw this Pavlov dog another bone
It's a fair hike, you see, that peak we call prosperity
And this bard is in dire need of a loan
Naught I'm but a man
And sad although I am
I'm really trying my hardest to move forward
So when we come back here again, and the start becomes an end
Consider this lamentation a foreword
Singing songs you like to hear
'Til the dissonance reappears
There's probably subtext, are you picking it up?
It's a metaphor for... Ha, who gives a fuck (I'm in a cage)
Subvert the expected to avert stagnation
But if you rely on that diversion, subversion is expectation
And the whole damn point of this experimentation
Was to avoid that homogenization
So please, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to be
When the total sum of me really equals three
Amalgamate, hate, berate 'til we all roam free?
When in reality we know we'll be condemned to rinse and repeat
There's a me stuck underground
A me left on the shelf
A me that gets paraded
The me that's shown to everyone else
And sure, I lament the lack of a hen to share with in sick or in health
But how am I supposed to love another when I barely know myself?
I'm the enlightened
I am the free!
We're the despited
We are the freak
A soliloquy this be, before the scene you came to see
The peak before the lethargy
Escalate, escalate
Don't fall, don't hesitate
Don't let the other half take control
And when push comes to shove in this dual, dead, dueling love
We'll see if you can truly be whole
And who will pay the toll?
The Heart, the Mind or the Soul?
Oh, baby, you, you know what I need
I think it's obvious
A captive audience
Who will refuse to properly see
The man behind the lines
The triplicated rhymes
No, baby, you
You're not what I need
I don't need a helping hand
That's hidden in the sand
No, baby, you, can't help me be free
It's painful to admit
But even I can see through my bullshit
One time they tried to sing to me
About blues and greens; the in-betweens
But mechanical hands decided where the Heart would be
Just apathy
I had been trying for years and for years that streamed
To thrive, and relish entropy
But when he finally shot at me
Lines once solid were blurred
And right as he (I) missed, my eyes in a mist
I finally realized I shot at myself
The reflection of the else
The disconnection the side of the coin at once withheld
You know we've
Been here before, and will be once more
When we trip on the line that we toe
When we slip off the vine that's regrown
And when we fall into the darkness below
That's when we'll know
That we are
Stuck in between, in indemnity, the indomitable weather
Of opposites with no regard for time
No reason behind their rhyme
Slow, patternly, is the melody, that he's stringing together
But they have time enough to spend some time alone
All alone
All alone
All alone
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya
What up, motherfuckers?
Ya ever seen anyone lose their mind on-mic?
Well, come on in
Grab a seat, grab a cuppa
And watch the chook bat his third strike
Come one, come all to the extravaganza
The cacophonous callousness, the coop of stanza
There's so much here to see, so have a gander
And meet your poultric pullet commander
The coward in question? By now, you know him so well
But then, who am I to go and cluck and tell?
Instead, I'll instil this tetherous will
To trot and toil inside my personal hell
Sisyphus: his rock
The timepiece: its tock
And Winston trudges through Minitrue's minutiae
And like an archaic cuckoo clock
I'll chirp, and chant, and cock
In complete disregard for my future
So enjoy the show, especially those in the splash zone
Place your bets
Let's see how fierce the auction gets
Can you tell me what on earth I'm supposed to do
When you tell me one and one cannot equal two?
If Mr. Sun can't shine, nor can Mr. Moon
And yet each day that passes has this tension boil and stew
So forgive the effrontery, but I must beg you to humble me
And throw this Pavlov dog another bone
It's a fair hike, you see, that peak we call prosperity
And this bard is in dire need of a loan
Naught I'm but a man
And sad although I am
I'm really trying my hardest to move forward
So when we come back here again, and the start becomes an end
Consider this lamentation a foreword
Singing songs you like to hear
'Til the dissonance reappears
There's probably subtext, are you picking it up?
It's a metaphor for... Ha, who gives a fuck (I'm in a cage)
Subvert the expected to avert stagnation
But if you rely on that diversion, subversion is expectation
And the whole damn point of this experimentation
Was to avoid that homogenization
So please, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to be
When the total sum of me really equals three
Amalgamate, hate, berate 'til we all roam free?
When in reality we know we'll be condemned to rinse and repeat
There's a me stuck underground
A me left on the shelf
A me that gets paraded
The me that's shown to everyone else
And sure, I lament the lack of a hen to share with in sick or in health
But how am I supposed to love another when I barely know myself?
I'm the enlightened
I am the free!
We're the despited
We are the freak
A soliloquy this be, before the scene you came to see
The peak before the lethargy
Escalate, escalate
Don't fall, don't hesitate
Don't let the other half take control
And when push comes to shove in this dual, dead, dueling love
We'll see if you can truly be whole
And who will pay the toll?
The Heart, the Mind or the Soul?
Oh, baby, you, you know what I need
I think it's obvious
A captive audience
Who will refuse to properly see
The man behind the lines
The triplicated rhymes
No, baby, you
You're not what I need
I don't need a helping hand
That's hidden in the sand
No, baby, you, can't help me be free
It's painful to admit
But even I can see through my bullshit
One time they tried to sing to me
About blues and greens; the in-betweens
But mechanical hands decided where the Heart would be
Just apathy
I had been trying for years and for years that streamed
To thrive, and relish entropy
But when he finally shot at me
Lines once solid were blurred
And right as he (I) missed, my eyes in a mist
I finally realized I shot at myself
The reflection of the else
The disconnection the side of the coin at once withheld
You know we've
Been here before, and will be once more
When we trip on the line that we toe
When we slip off the vine that's regrown
And when we fall into the darkness below
That's when we'll know
That we are
Stuck in between, in indemnity, the indomitable weather
Of opposites with no regard for time
No reason behind their rhyme
Slow, patternly, is the melody, that he's stringing together
But they have time enough to spend some time alone
All alone
All alone
All alone
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.57] Ahh, Jesus
[00:07.39]
[00:14.54] Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya
[00:16.67] What up, motherfuckers?
[00:18.17] Ya ever seen anyone lose their mind on-mic?
[00:20.38] Well, come on in
[00:21.33] Grab a seat, grab a cuppa
[00:22.64] And watch the chook bat his third strike
[00:24.98] Come one, come all to the extravaganza
[00:27.17] The cacophonous callousness, the coop of stanza
[00:29.53] There's so much here to see, so have a gander
[00:31.78] And meet your poultric pullet commander
[00:34.12] The coward in question? By now, you know him so well
[00:36.37] But then, who am I to go and cluck and tell?
[00:38.61] Instead, I'll instil this tetherous will
[00:40.67] To trot and toil inside my personal hell
[00:43.23] Sisyphus: his rock
[00:44.27] The timepiece: its tock
[00:45.27] And Winston trudges through Minitrue's minutiae
[00:47.52] And like an archaic cuckoo clock
[00:48.79] I'll chirp, and chant, and cock
[00:49.84] In complete disregard for my future
[00:52.12] So enjoy the show, especially those in the splash zone
[00:54.67] Place your bets
[00:55.62] Let's see how fierce the auction gets
[00:56.73] Can you tell me what on earth I'm supposed to do
[01:01.24] When you tell me one and one cannot equal two?
[01:06.03] If Mr. Sun can't shine, nor can Mr. Moon
[01:10.59] And yet each day that passes has this tension boil and stew
[01:15.10] So forgive the effrontery, but I must beg you to humble me
[01:17.49] And throw this Pavlov dog another bone
[01:19.57] It's a fair hike, you see, that peak we call prosperity
[01:21.96] And this bard is in dire need of a loan
[01:24.44] Naught I'm but a man
[01:25.44] And sad although I am
[01:26.44] I'm really trying my hardest to move forward
[01:28.52] So when we come back here again, and the start becomes an end
[01:31.08] Consider this lamentation a foreword
[01:32.79] Singing songs you like to hear
[01:35.50] 'Til the dissonance reappears
[01:38.04] There's probably subtext, are you picking it up?
[01:40.10] It's a metaphor for... Ha, who gives a fuck (I'm in a cage)
[01:42.68] Subvert the expected to avert stagnation
[01:44.96] But if you rely on that diversion, subversion is expectation
[01:47.17] And the whole damn point of this experimentation
[01:49.38] Was to avoid that homogenization
[01:51.54] So please, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to be
[01:56.11] When the total sum of me really equals three
[02:00.84] Amalgamate, hate, berate 'til we all roam free?
[02:05.20] When in reality we know we'll be condemned to rinse and repeat
[02:09.82] There's a me stuck underground
[02:12.24] A me left on the shelf
[02:14.75] A me that gets paraded
[02:16.24] The me that's shown to everyone else
[02:19.11] And sure, I lament the lack of a hen to share with in sick or in health
[02:23.57] But how am I supposed to love another when I barely know myself?
[02:28.39] I'm the enlightened
[02:29.67] I am the free!
[02:30.80] We're the despited
[02:31.87] We are the freak
[02:32.75] A soliloquy this be, before the scene you came to see
[02:34.88] The peak before the lethargy
[02:37.64] Escalate, escalate
[02:38.52] Don't fall, don't hesitate
[02:39.52] Don't let the other half take control
[02:41.88] And when push comes to shove in this dual, dead, dueling love
[02:44.18] We'll see if you can truly be whole
[02:46.64] And who will pay the toll?
[02:48.87] The Heart, the Mind or the Soul?
[02:50.56] Oh, baby, you, you know what I need
[02:55.75] I think it's obvious
[02:58.01] A captive audience
[02:59.57] Who will refuse to properly see
[03:04.71] The man behind the lines
[03:07.18] The triplicated rhymes
[03:08.74] No, baby, you
[03:11.08] You're not what I need
[03:13.62] I don't need a helping hand
[03:16.15] That's hidden in the sand
[03:17.82] No, baby, you, can't help me be free
[03:22.92] It's painful to admit
[03:25.47] But even I can see through my bullshit
[03:30.37] One time they tried to sing to me
[03:32.75] About blues and greens; the in-betweens
[03:34.92] But mechanical hands decided where the Heart would be
[03:38.37] Just apathy
[03:39.53] I had been trying for years and for years that streamed
[03:46.60] To thrive, and relish entropy
[03:48.63] But when he finally shot at me
[03:50.73] Lines once solid were blurred
[03:55.38] And right as he (I) missed, my eyes in a mist
[03:59.90] I finally realized I shot at myself
[04:05.30] The reflection of the else
[04:09.92] The disconnection the side of the coin at once withheld
[04:16.92] You know we've
[04:20.63] Been here before, and will be once more
[04:24.81] When we trip on the line that we toe
[04:29.59] When we slip off the vine that's regrown
[04:34.16] And when we fall into the darkness below
[04:38.37] That's when we'll know
[04:47.44] That we are
[04:50.41] Stuck in between, in indemnity, the indomitable weather
[04:59.87] Of opposites with no regard for time
[05:05.62] No reason behind their rhyme
[05:09.73] Slow, patternly, is the melody, that he's stringing together
[05:19.75] But they have time enough to spend some time alone
[05:27.64] All alone
[05:32.71] All alone
[05:37.75] All alone
[05:40.49]
[00:07.39]
[00:14.54] Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya
[00:16.67] What up, motherfuckers?
[00:18.17] Ya ever seen anyone lose their mind on-mic?
[00:20.38] Well, come on in
[00:21.33] Grab a seat, grab a cuppa
[00:22.64] And watch the chook bat his third strike
[00:24.98] Come one, come all to the extravaganza
[00:27.17] The cacophonous callousness, the coop of stanza
[00:29.53] There's so much here to see, so have a gander
[00:31.78] And meet your poultric pullet commander
[00:34.12] The coward in question? By now, you know him so well
[00:36.37] But then, who am I to go and cluck and tell?
[00:38.61] Instead, I'll instil this tetherous will
[00:40.67] To trot and toil inside my personal hell
[00:43.23] Sisyphus: his rock
[00:44.27] The timepiece: its tock
[00:45.27] And Winston trudges through Minitrue's minutiae
[00:47.52] And like an archaic cuckoo clock
[00:48.79] I'll chirp, and chant, and cock
[00:49.84] In complete disregard for my future
[00:52.12] So enjoy the show, especially those in the splash zone
[00:54.67] Place your bets
[00:55.62] Let's see how fierce the auction gets
[00:56.73] Can you tell me what on earth I'm supposed to do
[01:01.24] When you tell me one and one cannot equal two?
[01:06.03] If Mr. Sun can't shine, nor can Mr. Moon
[01:10.59] And yet each day that passes has this tension boil and stew
[01:15.10] So forgive the effrontery, but I must beg you to humble me
[01:17.49] And throw this Pavlov dog another bone
[01:19.57] It's a fair hike, you see, that peak we call prosperity
[01:21.96] And this bard is in dire need of a loan
[01:24.44] Naught I'm but a man
[01:25.44] And sad although I am
[01:26.44] I'm really trying my hardest to move forward
[01:28.52] So when we come back here again, and the start becomes an end
[01:31.08] Consider this lamentation a foreword
[01:32.79] Singing songs you like to hear
[01:35.50] 'Til the dissonance reappears
[01:38.04] There's probably subtext, are you picking it up?
[01:40.10] It's a metaphor for... Ha, who gives a fuck (I'm in a cage)
[01:42.68] Subvert the expected to avert stagnation
[01:44.96] But if you rely on that diversion, subversion is expectation
[01:47.17] And the whole damn point of this experimentation
[01:49.38] Was to avoid that homogenization
[01:51.54] So please, tell me what the hell I'm supposed to be
[01:56.11] When the total sum of me really equals three
[02:00.84] Amalgamate, hate, berate 'til we all roam free?
[02:05.20] When in reality we know we'll be condemned to rinse and repeat
[02:09.82] There's a me stuck underground
[02:12.24] A me left on the shelf
[02:14.75] A me that gets paraded
[02:16.24] The me that's shown to everyone else
[02:19.11] And sure, I lament the lack of a hen to share with in sick or in health
[02:23.57] But how am I supposed to love another when I barely know myself?
[02:28.39] I'm the enlightened
[02:29.67] I am the free!
[02:30.80] We're the despited
[02:31.87] We are the freak
[02:32.75] A soliloquy this be, before the scene you came to see
[02:34.88] The peak before the lethargy
[02:37.64] Escalate, escalate
[02:38.52] Don't fall, don't hesitate
[02:39.52] Don't let the other half take control
[02:41.88] And when push comes to shove in this dual, dead, dueling love
[02:44.18] We'll see if you can truly be whole
[02:46.64] And who will pay the toll?
[02:48.87] The Heart, the Mind or the Soul?
[02:50.56] Oh, baby, you, you know what I need
[02:55.75] I think it's obvious
[02:58.01] A captive audience
[02:59.57] Who will refuse to properly see
[03:04.71] The man behind the lines
[03:07.18] The triplicated rhymes
[03:08.74] No, baby, you
[03:11.08] You're not what I need
[03:13.62] I don't need a helping hand
[03:16.15] That's hidden in the sand
[03:17.82] No, baby, you, can't help me be free
[03:22.92] It's painful to admit
[03:25.47] But even I can see through my bullshit
[03:30.37] One time they tried to sing to me
[03:32.75] About blues and greens; the in-betweens
[03:34.92] But mechanical hands decided where the Heart would be
[03:38.37] Just apathy
[03:39.53] I had been trying for years and for years that streamed
[03:46.60] To thrive, and relish entropy
[03:48.63] But when he finally shot at me
[03:50.73] Lines once solid were blurred
[03:55.38] And right as he (I) missed, my eyes in a mist
[03:59.90] I finally realized I shot at myself
[04:05.30] The reflection of the else
[04:09.92] The disconnection the side of the coin at once withheld
[04:16.92] You know we've
[04:20.63] Been here before, and will be once more
[04:24.81] When we trip on the line that we toe
[04:29.59] When we slip off the vine that's regrown
[04:34.16] And when we fall into the darkness below
[04:38.37] That's when we'll know
[04:47.44] That we are
[04:50.41] Stuck in between, in indemnity, the indomitable weather
[04:59.87] Of opposites with no regard for time
[05:05.62] No reason behind their rhyme
[05:09.73] Slow, patternly, is the melody, that he's stringing together
[05:19.75] But they have time enough to spend some time alone
[05:27.64] All alone
[05:32.71] All alone
[05:37.75] All alone
[05:40.49]