Gryphen - Scenes from a winter home lyrics

78 Snot-seiging crisp Cracks night air and Strips summer's faded scabs From leaky grips Bursting gnarled in Frozen's tomb Three soul's furnace Testify white Steamy opaque Breath is dragon's work And life a screamed Revolt against a Liquid insinuating Awake Canadian ash Coat my words 81 Our folks smuggle us Corpo fechado-like in Bargain harold snow-suits Sporting lost 'n found mittens We little mattieu dacosta Motherf**ers break vestal Planes of inter-galactic White Of star shingle Of elder envy 84 We slide down Time glazed Child's mind mountains Sometimes on rusted, skraky Office chairs (at least sunny did) Sometimes on snow racers 3 or 4 to a ride We pack berice- calcutta- hk, accra - style Scarborough style, banna More times though We rode tattered flakes: Cardboard anointed with Backspun `megaforce' polish or Fish-cake grease Trapping friday night uncles' Home-slaking Six-love sketches They each Would lead us Down Down Right Down The k**er's Hill Down Winter's Thrill Down Home Flakes beneath Descending Alabaster steep Freezing and glee shred Baby-oiled faces Soaked bright We slice between Knobby wrists Bloom grotesque In desperate Resolute Searching Airy grips mock Blinding nothing With branching Middle finger defiance And bone screams Of "spring will see me green ...know that Spring will!" Down The hill We land on argentine And dare the krik? krak? Gut rumble of sleep Water waking Inviting us to Descent We seem Obliged To crash Krik Krik Krak Memory's alchemy: Gossip and worry Would Immortalise survivors In hissed bronzes Of hero and coward Heart beats and rushing Ancestors quiet even silence And to the argentine host We pour libation stillness Wayside jason laughs Laughs Scared then prays sweat Haze halos and Ginger steps spirit Us to quiet ground We say nothing This time scaling k**er hill "this time make sunny drive!" Everyone laughs This time Stars creep close As if to watch 86 Stinging Cold snap shot Beat danny chung's Glove hand For the first time Or since anyone Cared to remember Sunny played who jim benning His mouth ringed With patty crumbs and Freeze-dried hork Pisses spirals onto The white "yo danny" he says, cupping topaz sludge "you know you want this apple juice snow cone." 90 Home was An mcm hat and Xxx fat goose copped In brook-nam, new york Flatbush ave Smuggled taskforce like Across the kingstonian border Line Hiding, dax, 12"'s Kicks and plastic bag Dowries That goose was my lair My five finger Discount accomplice From kennedy to town centre Fraternal danger Eyes me on the lrt I pull my hat low And feel For my blade 9-Trey Was it flame or turbo? Berner trail or featherstone? Old patra new buju Smoke and sweat And bubbling Her black on my beige Leaving Three .38 slugs Sound scouring Doppler ascension And spark firecracker Trances When a body fell Full of creeping cold I hear sunny laughing “f** it, star. jail? it fall from the sky here, star." Seen: big cousins turn gun men Blue steel Grate ribs Dead heat cool Engine block hot Brain white get-a-way cars Trade kilo Meters For practiced spite "see it deh? it's all 'bout falling from the f**ing sky." We walk down Warm and easy Looking Cool and deadly Walking To where We'd chained Our bikes 87 My snow shovel's Catfish mouth Scraping a Beaded and greying River bed A work like Triangle trade deep-sea Dredging or ploughing Straight and perfect rows Then i For stolen moments Am Grandad, great granddad Grandma, great grandma Wukking de groung Up in de groung Wukking de groung `gorblinyuh, but wait Plantation land selling out!' "uncle, sennup Pumpkin From de groung Eddoes From de groung Sennup cane from de groung Don't forget the flying fish and falernum" I say Then dive into my Crumbled pyramid 98 A bad one I recall. i Step outside Evergreens Sky reach A jungle winter Pounces all eager-like Teasing breath with ice Asthma And incited thots of Turning back Home I do "yo, differently, back home If it rain too f**ing hard They ain't leaving they gates, king." I hear sunny say "they really don't know nothing 'bout cold." Nah, they Don't Back home Know About these Routes 99 This year I swear I will not spend Another winter Like This Here