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letra de pale blue dot - bruno bars

one more take
oh, more take
three takes max ‘cuz this is a long piece
and i got stuff to do today
gonna go make a t-shirt with a dude pushin a boulder uphill
i performed this at, uhh, at athletic playground open mic
or something like that
umm
i came out with a jester’s hat on

[verse 1]
earth is a small stage in a cosmic arena
no small roles
small actors overshadowed by larger behemoths
gods and demons of tragicomedy don the masks atop of the zenith
the dominant species compete
from the seas to the top of the trees
elites seize the knowledge to keep commoners weak
grovel at feet saying “please just a dollar to eat
you see me sleeping on the cement”
american dream is the pretense from theater absurd to the world
that reversing the cursed circumstances of your birth is the ultimate achievement
some could make it work, the rest must have a defect
this is the mythos
the old lore that gets spread amongst the kinfolk
third rock from a sun in the middle of sp-ce
from far away it all can seem so simple
earth is a small stage in a cosmic arena
no small roles just lost souls stuck at a crossroads
look around for a moral authority
the jester asks a question to the oracle
[interlude]
and then i took out a magic 8-ball from my toybox
and i asked “will i ever be a real boy?”
and i shook it
but didn’t respond and tossed it into the crowd

[verse 2]
now check sk!ll i get k!lled just to bring you somethin real
break the fourth wall to give you somethin you can feel
somethin grown in amazonian fields
had the locals blowin poison darts dive roll over a hill
that ayahuasca
got it from a shaman who was cookin it up proper
look around “do i have a volunteer?”
i vomit then i conquer all my monsters then i see a million gods like i’m all alone in a hall of mirrors
i went into my mind like a lion’s den
came out wearin kicks i made from skin of the leviathan
intimately intertwined with divine how i shine like the gold atop peruvian shrines
you third eye types recognize
facilmente cambio de idioma
so my flow fully weaponized
and you can ask around in the bay they say i’m h-lla nice
but i don’t think you heard me
so i’ma tell you twice twice i’m nice nice and vibin on the zeitgeist
if you don’t like well you’re entitled to your bad taste
but i am past great
smoke a rapper leave em in the ashtray
carry a show without a backache
spit sh-t like someone got their ass ate
too explicit for their youtube
you’ll ask for it they’ll say they had a bad tape
and catch the awkard clappin afterword like…
earth is a small stage i set it ablaze playin games
holdin fate in good hands like allstate
you prayin to the wrong faith
i got gospels in all shapes
you want salvation? third ones on me
it would take an army to save us from the zombies
brain fed are starving
narcoleptic walking dead infection is headed for the offspring
and none of it’s alarming
social conscious ain’t gone
politics been demolished to a vaudeville tone
audible vomit
i’m not gonna promise laudable topics
don’t need audiences to offer applause
it’s kind enough you follow my nonsense
bombs call upon the apocalypse
somber song of astrologists
fallin off of their rocker the drop is bottomless
i be calm as hindu cows, never stessin it
before breakfast i p-ss excellence
so what f-ck you gonna say to me?
thank you graciously for buildin a community on blocks
masonry
grateful for the sp-ce to be me
where else you get an acrobatic rapper
got my mathematics bachelors
i’m a higher power exponential to the common factors
talk mad sh-t backflip then teach you fractions
no person ever knows the half of it
the world is interactive
play passive or choose your path
but you gotta get your chips up, the game is capitalist
fight it and a business will commodify resistance
float between the cracks, that’s the engine
i’m driven by the interests that i’m forming
only sin is being boring
do sh-t cuz i want to
n0body’s gonna force me
this community so loving and adoring
all comes together like a well timed orgy
because each others what we got on this floating rock
bob and weave back and forth while i hold my c-ck
hip hop raised me
roll up to a nursery and blast it to the babies
you’ll see their cribs rockin to the breakbeat
mobile of biggie smalls and jay-z
looking up to a marionette
so am i living yet?

- bruno bars

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