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letra de john malkovich - jaront

talking:

time
time
it’s too strange
too strange

(2x)

first verse:

faded ways are changing. jaded days are engaged in a craving
a range of brains in slavery arranged into aging until they cave in
time: it is a measure. can’t rewind it for better
or worse. yup, whatever lies ahead of it or behind it is forever
the present and past and divine are refined in a line intertwined in the mind with a rind
mildly implied intertwined in a sign in a guise of a prize in a find
i got skeletons in a cauldron: elephants in a coffin:
all the elements in a quadrant. i’ll be selling it at an auction
to toss in caution: what they used to say is past bleak
the back to the future day was last week
will they be b-mping me and company and comfortably summoning me up in 10 2323?
monkey see money tree. monkey do something like hunt to eat or monkey be hungry we
see yesterday is immortal. the future’s in a moratorium
i’ll explore elusive moral views through the port of a delorean
i’ll turn tables over. cobra venom lies sold ya
when my fable’s older will they tell ya time told ya?

hook:

shadows i find; shattered as i climb
that’s what happens when i time, travel through my mind
(petey nice, t. ross : travel through my mind, travel through my mind)
shadows i find; shattered as i grind (t. ross: showing magic of the mind]
that’s what happens when i time, travel through my mind
(petey nice, t. ross : travel through my mind, travel through my mind)

second verse:

the time is now. it’s winding down. what are you finding out? could you find a doubt?
within an inimitable rhythm twisting a dull vision
time is slipping a full distance. grip it; quit bullsh-tting!
quant-ty and quality’s obviously not a dichotomy. but it’s gotta be a lot of each
to reach to the top of the heap. honestly probably, me
i wouldn’t be where i wanted to be if i did what i wanted to still
how could i have the years of sk!ll it took years to build if i took those years to chill?
what would i be geared to till? the tide turns; pour the hourgl-ss
i sometimes yearn for an hour p-ssed
the future is today. everything is seeming new before me. i’ll sleep in 1d; read in 2d, move in 3d, view in 4d
i’ll zoom in shortly; formidable with my rap pull. a high track full is a time capsule
i remind myself my mind is a time machine
and i choose a kind of beacon as a fragment in` a line
as saturn is aligned i am channeling my sign;
dabbling with rhyme. gather to my shine

hook

- jaront

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