Golden Sardine
๐ต 1892 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:23 duration
๐ ID: 2880130
๐ Lyrics
Head honcho in a poncho like Bob Kaufman
Ancient rain from the tonsils
Boil the coconut rice, I tear the cilantro
Heard y'all still experiment with dirty Henny
Me, I publish the City Lights like Ferlinghetti
Lusty stare, your boy paid to open the door like concierge
I no longer count the years
You've grown accustomed to acting from fear
Good laugh in the mirror
Silence follows cunning, rice pot humming
Nod off like a loose fez
The Howdy Doody guitar player gets suplexed
He not right, might pop like Enoch Light
No subliminals, knowledge at intervals, it's a rare science
In a cave with several dark thoughts and a clear mind
Have blues, will travel, a horse with no name, no saddle
Purse big enough to post bail and skedaddle
My projections are astral
Stormy weather copacetic, Bojangles aesthetic
Tiptoe leverage
What's mine is in my mind
What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory
What's mine is in my mind
What's mine is in my
Bubble goose
Money flow four-fold like noble truth
Green lung cougher, fill the coffer
Slow menace stalker, when a negotiator's not a talker
Times of peril is always hella awkward
I know what you're pondering
And I keep that portion of the mind roped off from wandering
It smell of pomegranate, pears, soil
How they acts like they're unaware of toiled repetition
Make it meaningless, or is that the creation ritual
Space station habitual, the great ape made individuals
Them cut off from they roots, nah we not in cahoots
But there's an understanding, which is all one could ever ask for
Consider this my resignation from the task force
Consider this my resignation, consider this my resignation
What's mine is in my mind, what's mine is in my, yeah
And it's like that, and that's the way it is
What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory
I'll pull that six-shooter out on him real quick, yeah
Reach for the sky, yeah, reach for the sky
Ancient rain from the tonsils
Boil the coconut rice, I tear the cilantro
Heard y'all still experiment with dirty Henny
Me, I publish the City Lights like Ferlinghetti
Lusty stare, your boy paid to open the door like concierge
I no longer count the years
You've grown accustomed to acting from fear
Good laugh in the mirror
Silence follows cunning, rice pot humming
Nod off like a loose fez
The Howdy Doody guitar player gets suplexed
He not right, might pop like Enoch Light
No subliminals, knowledge at intervals, it's a rare science
In a cave with several dark thoughts and a clear mind
Have blues, will travel, a horse with no name, no saddle
Purse big enough to post bail and skedaddle
My projections are astral
Stormy weather copacetic, Bojangles aesthetic
Tiptoe leverage
What's mine is in my mind
What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory
What's mine is in my mind
What's mine is in my
Bubble goose
Money flow four-fold like noble truth
Green lung cougher, fill the coffer
Slow menace stalker, when a negotiator's not a talker
Times of peril is always hella awkward
I know what you're pondering
And I keep that portion of the mind roped off from wandering
It smell of pomegranate, pears, soil
How they acts like they're unaware of toiled repetition
Make it meaningless, or is that the creation ritual
Space station habitual, the great ape made individuals
Them cut off from they roots, nah we not in cahoots
But there's an understanding, which is all one could ever ask for
Consider this my resignation from the task force
Consider this my resignation, consider this my resignation
What's mine is in my mind, what's mine is in my, yeah
And it's like that, and that's the way it is
What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory
I'll pull that six-shooter out on him real quick, yeah
Reach for the sky, yeah, reach for the sky
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.11] Head honcho in a poncho like Bob Kaufman
[00:07.79] Ancient rain from the tonsils
[00:09.46] Boil the coconut rice, I tear the cilantro
[00:11.69] Heard y'all still experiment with dirty Henny
[00:14.20] Me, I publish the City Lights like Ferlinghetti
[00:16.45] Lusty stare, your boy paid to open the door like concierge
[00:19.64] I no longer count the years
[00:21.84] You've grown accustomed to acting from fear
[00:24.14] Good laugh in the mirror
[00:25.34] Silence follows cunning, rice pot humming
[00:28.48] Nod off like a loose fez
[00:29.65] The Howdy Doody guitar player gets suplexed
[00:31.91] He not right, might pop like Enoch Light
[00:35.47] No subliminals, knowledge at intervals, it's a rare science
[00:38.52] In a cave with several dark thoughts and a clear mind
[00:41.32] Have blues, will travel, a horse with no name, no saddle
[00:44.94] Purse big enough to post bail and skedaddle
[00:47.87] My projections are astral
[00:49.48] Stormy weather copacetic, Bojangles aesthetic
[00:52.70] Tiptoe leverage
[00:54.18] What's mine is in my mind
[00:57.23] What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory
[01:01.92] What's mine is in my mind
[01:05.88] What's mine is in my
[01:09.89] Bubble goose
[01:10.71] Money flow four-fold like noble truth
[01:12.71] Green lung cougher, fill the coffer
[01:14.77] Slow menace stalker, when a negotiator's not a talker
[01:17.43] Times of peril is always hella awkward
[01:19.76] I know what you're pondering
[01:21.02] And I keep that portion of the mind roped off from wandering
[01:23.36] It smell of pomegranate, pears, soil
[01:26.36] How they acts like they're unaware of toiled repetition
[01:29.78] Make it meaningless, or is that the creation ritual
[01:32.77] Space station habitual, the great ape made individuals
[01:35.77] Them cut off from they roots, nah we not in cahoots
[01:38.97] But there's an understanding, which is all one could ever ask for
[01:41.67] Consider this my resignation from the task force
[01:44.63] Consider this my resignation, consider this my resignation
[01:50.32] What's mine is in my mind, what's mine is in my, yeah
[01:56.15] And it's like that, and that's the way it is
[01:59.25] What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory
[02:11.09] I'll pull that six-shooter out on him real quick, yeah
[02:14.95] Reach for the sky, yeah, reach for the sky
[02:18.19]
[00:07.79] Ancient rain from the tonsils
[00:09.46] Boil the coconut rice, I tear the cilantro
[00:11.69] Heard y'all still experiment with dirty Henny
[00:14.20] Me, I publish the City Lights like Ferlinghetti
[00:16.45] Lusty stare, your boy paid to open the door like concierge
[00:19.64] I no longer count the years
[00:21.84] You've grown accustomed to acting from fear
[00:24.14] Good laugh in the mirror
[00:25.34] Silence follows cunning, rice pot humming
[00:28.48] Nod off like a loose fez
[00:29.65] The Howdy Doody guitar player gets suplexed
[00:31.91] He not right, might pop like Enoch Light
[00:35.47] No subliminals, knowledge at intervals, it's a rare science
[00:38.52] In a cave with several dark thoughts and a clear mind
[00:41.32] Have blues, will travel, a horse with no name, no saddle
[00:44.94] Purse big enough to post bail and skedaddle
[00:47.87] My projections are astral
[00:49.48] Stormy weather copacetic, Bojangles aesthetic
[00:52.70] Tiptoe leverage
[00:54.18] What's mine is in my mind
[00:57.23] What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory
[01:01.92] What's mine is in my mind
[01:05.88] What's mine is in my
[01:09.89] Bubble goose
[01:10.71] Money flow four-fold like noble truth
[01:12.71] Green lung cougher, fill the coffer
[01:14.77] Slow menace stalker, when a negotiator's not a talker
[01:17.43] Times of peril is always hella awkward
[01:19.76] I know what you're pondering
[01:21.02] And I keep that portion of the mind roped off from wandering
[01:23.36] It smell of pomegranate, pears, soil
[01:26.36] How they acts like they're unaware of toiled repetition
[01:29.78] Make it meaningless, or is that the creation ritual
[01:32.77] Space station habitual, the great ape made individuals
[01:35.77] Them cut off from they roots, nah we not in cahoots
[01:38.97] But there's an understanding, which is all one could ever ask for
[01:41.67] Consider this my resignation from the task force
[01:44.63] Consider this my resignation, consider this my resignation
[01:50.32] What's mine is in my mind, what's mine is in my, yeah
[01:56.15] And it's like that, and that's the way it is
[01:59.25] What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory
[02:11.09] I'll pull that six-shooter out on him real quick, yeah
[02:14.95] Reach for the sky, yeah, reach for the sky
[02:18.19]