P. Tzantetos - Weathermen lyrics
La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la Ladies and gentlemen, babies and elephants Ravens and serpents, cavemen and merchants: If you've felt the rain, then you've felt the pain That's what it's all about, Bliss N Eso won't get caught in no drought [Hook] Now in the morning you'll be seeing the flock But by the evening you'll be seeing them drop It's just another rainy day in a town we call home It's the weatherman reporting the sounds unknown [2x] Well I guess we're the weathermen and we report the storm When it forms from the corn fields to college dorm meals When I was born seals as flavors, and they savor Letting the rain wash away the past Forgetting their way lost the page and grasp Of how to make a right turn, where they go Left the will to learn behind And now they're so Susceptible to germs you'll find When the silence is deafening There's no guidence thats beckoning us To minus the violence so this alliance is gesturing That these pleasant ads, pushing present fads Put you in peasent rags when you succumb to the tag Of an artificial kingdom where most reside Hell I'm sitting on the fence watching others decide And the truth is so scarce in the babble that travels To a landscape of non-unification A school bomb blew up the nation It takes too long, queing impatiance For the new song doing in basements From the few strong, viewing the statements Of the true pawns polluting the tamest Asking "who's wrong?", shooting the stainless "Time to put my shoes on, I'm pursuing to be famous!" I say move on, because your flow is so aimless But when you choose your own don't let the dough make you nameless The weathermen, reporting the storms He said, the weathermen, reporting the storms He said, the weathermen, reporting the storms It's the weathermen, reporting the storms [Hook] Flashlights and faith, magnificent altitude Fist in the air for those who salvage thruth And allow your blues to be a thing of the past Engage with us as we bring in the craft Man, I'm loony like an old man who sings in the park But serious about doing your own thing with your art In the beating up, Buck watch your spaceship I'll take this way beyond the matrix of you fake kids Like a turtle in the race of life I go the distance I relate my sense of humor to Homer Simpson That poet whose purpose feeds the righteous My mind is a movie, the curtains are my eye lids And for that special part in your brain. (this is the ticket stub) I met the music under the bridge, and this is love between Men and magic, words and a microphone A dreamland of adlib when I turn to the twilight zone My Nevilles are heavy like four elephants MC's are dope. (sh** I need more evidence) I'm the core element to this raw ellegance Hugging the coast line, sea shore residence [Hook][2x]