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letra de library dreams - yaakov

[verse 1: yaakov]
beat drops and i try to get a clap goingblank stares like these kids have never seen a rap show
this is yale, guess they’ve never seen a rap show
if i can’t move the crowd, well then what do i rap for?
catharsis or fame? ami harboring my pain
am i trying to change the world or just marketing my name?
am i shameless, impatient forsaking how mom’s raised me
when finally my pain ends at least i’ll know both satan and
st. joe know what my name is, and let’s face it
they’ll probably fight over me, maimonides please
what, can you tell me, i’m feeling like farina
exotic dancers might have the best answers
but sorry girl, i’m not a cancer, i’m a cancer
and you’re not me heroine, you’re my heroin
opaque box where i put all my heroes in
so if you’ll excuse me, i’m just gonna keep rapping (in the)

[hook 1]
one day i fell asleep with my face in a book
i was reading foucault, i was reading foucault

one day i fell asleep with my headphones on
john coltrane, playing john coltrane

one day i fell asleep with my face in a book
i was reading borges, reading borges

one day i fell asleep with my headphones on
listening to pete seeger, pete seeger

[verse 2: yaakov]
if i’m gonna be a stoic can i still like music
i’m questioning devotion to the search for where truth is
hoping when i grow up, i’ll find out what the use is
cause with oceans so abusive, my music just seems useless
i’m captaining this ship but my two bit crew skipped
and truth is, only i might exist
close my eyes and i don’t even know if you persist
so give me a second, just give me a second
but just for the record, i don’t believe in time
i’m not waiting for the messiah, he won’t be here in time
i like sunshine, but don’t need gold stars
and i’m not talking about a planet when i reference mars
so keep your kudos, and eat your accolades
don’t be surprised to see me read foucault backstage
and i’m fascinated with the curve of your lips
but way to existential to remember your name girl

[hook 2]
one day i fell asleep with my face in a book
david foster wallace, david foster wallace

one day i fell asleep with my headphones on
playing bob dylan, playing bob dyaln

one day i fell asleep with my face in a book
i was reading howard zinn, go read howard zinn

one day i fell asleep with my headphones on
playing miles davis i was feeling kind of blue

[verse 3: yaakov]
spiritual quest for lyrical epiphanies
simply stated i can’t hide in the symphonies
dystrophy overwhelms as i’m riffing
how can i fit the whole iliad in 16? i’m
drifitng as i’m writing poseidon
where the f-ck you taking me? what island is this?
i’d rather be with sisyphus, i’m kind of getting sick of this
my stomach’s getting sick from this, where’s calypso?
she’s my blues chick, it proved useless from the
start, but truth is, like miles i’m abusive
shoeless, i’m wandering, i’m wondering if all these girls
dress so nice, why don’t they want to talk to me
honestly, i want surprise like gillespie
surrounded by so many folks whose only care in life
is looking s-xy, so sorry babe don’t text me
i’m trying to sell out buy everyone just wants rent me

[hook 3]
one day i fell asleep with my face in a book
i was reading edward albee, have you heard of edward albee
one day i fell asleep with my headphones on
listening to atmosphere, atmosphere
one day i fell asleep with my face in a book
i was reading george orwell, reading george orwell
one day i fell asleep with my headphones on
i was playing dispossessed

- yaakov

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