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letra de eulogy - jehst

[intro]
(billy, you’re officially dead
– [laughter]

hey, you! you listening to this record, wake up!
hey, you! you listening to this record, wake up!
hey, you!)

[verse 1]
if i said this was my final opportunity (what?)
to write my eulogy (ok)
you’d -ssume it to be lunacy, presumably
happiness eluding me
i asked the preacher man to humour me
but he said there’s nothing he could do for me
in the midst of all manner of buffoonery
silly blinging jewellery like it’s the silver jubilee
i’m in the lab with telemachus & uylsses
banging on the drum pads, rattling computer keys
new wave like music by the human league
here’s some loose change, go the store
buy a brew for me
i did my duty, what did duty ever do for me?
a rebel
they’ll end up executing me for mutiny
you should’ve [?]
already giving him a reasoning
got the pot boiling with the seasoning
brimstone stew, delicious
gotta bust a move like disco stu
from the simpsons

[chorus]
(and in a time that’s closer
life will be even bolder, then)
love
(love is the only answer)
the only answer, yo
(hate is the root of cancer, then)

[verse 2]
this song could truly be my final opportunity
to write my eulogy
you’d -ssume it to be lunacy, presumably
misery consuming me
i called the midnight request line
the dj wouldn’t even play the tune for me
blues singers sing the blues for me
blue-eyed soul in a baby blue suit
you can croon for me
f-ck it, you could do ‘fly me to the moon’ for me
the thing i fear most is a squandered opportunity

and i articulate it beautifully
bigging up confucius in particular for boosting me
i just do it
the difference between you and me
i’m like nike, you’ve got nothing where the ‘swoosh’ should be
on the shoe, in fact, you’re more like a spoof of rap
consider me the don dada, super cat
keep a doobie strapped, midnight scooby snack
back to my secret lair, rigged with the b–by trap

[chorus]
(and in a time that’s closer
life will be even bolder, then)
love
(love is the only answer)
the only answer, yo
(hate is the root of cancer, then)

[verse 3]
so, if i said this is my final opportunity
to try and write my eulogy
you’d -ssume it to be lunacy, presumably (huh?)
the reaper keep pursuing me (what?)
i asked father time to watch my back
but he said there’s nothing he could do for me

so who the f-ck a brother man to google, b?
looking for the answer, sat at the computer screen
that’s why i choose to use the music therapeutically
and smoke the booda tree like it was ciggies from the duty free
basic level meditation, supa t
counteract the propaganda that pollute my chi
energy; you’re confusing me with your enemy
love is the only answer, the keep telling me (they keep telling me, they keep telling me…)

love is the only answer, yo, the answer

[chorus]
(and in a time that’s closer
life will be even bolder, then)
love
(love is the only answer)
the only answer, yo
(hate is the root of cancer, then)

- jehst

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