letra de giraffe hunts - moor mother & billy woods
[verse 1: billy woods]
it’s beautiful
the son of bruised orange, clouds spar, sky mauve
the light soft as though filtered through gauze, pause
rollin’ barrel bombs to where the helicopter doors was tooken off
the rotors was too loud to talk
[verse 2: moor mother]
meet black dirty diana, prancer, stranded
23rd neck romancer, [?]
[?]
purple fields, purple haze
devil’s prolly smoked his ransom
candy flip, cameo, tongue lash
rattlesnake fast rap, i’m stuck
foaming lip, frosty, yesterday’s spit shine
even when we’re looted
loud bombs, i think i’m gon’ be shootin’
the big up rosе up like the baltimore putin
talkin’ bout, ain’t a d-mn thing movin’
[verse 3: billy woods]
thе zoo had a decapitated giraffe
a dedicated staff of violent tears, the acid was bad
the gift shop was patent congolese hands chopped and dropped in your gift bag
seepin’ blood turned the gift wrap black
marrow weepin’ out the cracks, sweet king crab
darwin screamin’ out his sleep, in the dream it was a lab though
traffic stop, i reach for my slave pass slow
quill and ink, brittle parchment
waved through by the sergeant
[verse 4: moor mother]
slipped behind and paid a time
saw men draw meridians through life lines
why we tip-toe ’round these land mines and fault lines
feel the earth movin’, flat earth see-saw
me and woods in the rickshaw being pulled by horses
i’m hearin’ voices
the sky was red, and oyster sh-lls are for [?]
[?]
ways of life, the sergeant yelled, come over
his arms king cobras, i fainted on sight
[verse 5: billy woods]
on the train home, a maasai warrior asked me for change
i said no
they were shootin’ bison out the same train
crack lightning, gunsmoke
not a word, just brass pingin’ on the floor
express to 42nd
deafened by the retort of the weapons
we wound through ancient burial grounds
for women who went missin’
guns sound like supercars shiftin’
train car black as a scorched piston
fly agaric spores driftin’
sword sl!ck with blood, the lord giveth
[outro: billy woods]
what redeems it is the idea only
an idea at the back of it, not a sentimental pretense
but an idea and an unselfish belief in the idea
something you can set up and bow down before and offer a sacrifice to
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