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Springtime for Man's Son
03:00
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Springtime for Man's Son
The space between green grass and a snow pile
Survived the cold now I grow with my own style
It's like the first day you notice the bird sounds
I recall easily it's when I wrote this verse down
The harsh months, the drinks, the shit was ugly
That frozen ground make you wish for muddy
There's a girl named May she's April's cousin
Every day I wait till she say she's coming
She bring the green with her, she got a mean sister
Name's June, nobody you know bring the heat quicker
Seasons made to deceive like a flea flicker
But sitting in my cave I develop a deep picture
I live through it then equate it to music
From New Hampshire, others from a state of confusion
I'm in too deep to play with emotions
When there's hurricane winds stay away from the coast
Write in the winter Robert Frost in my veins, I get lost in the change, what an author would say
Turn a collage to a wall solid gray, then get lost in the fog on your God's holiday
Glaciers melted we should've drowned a long time ago
Environment suffers but that's just on a minor note
Vision changed like I climbed in a kaleidoscope
Ideas fragment, erasing what I might've known
It took a week to write this song and in that time
The temperature went from forty seven to twenty nine
And back to fifty, sprouting green create a canopy
The months of hibernation are known to sedate your sanity
Middle of March we get hit with the frost
Sharpening my icy poem to the wickedest art
Delirium hidden in twists in the plot
A season changes and you're forced to come to grips with it all
The lack of sun is known to give you withdrawal, but when it comes back I'll be right out to kick it with ya'll
The lack of sun is known to give you withdrawal, but when it comes back I'll be right out to kick it with ya'll
It's the time we must break the frozen shackles
Irrigate the fear away, spit out the poison apples
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Intruding the Treacherous
Get a chance better check your wallet
Someone's scheming on you when the check deposits
Can't collect if you bet and lost it
Hands drip sweat in your empty pockets
There's an intruder subdividing subconscious
Living in a house full of things you never wanted
Can't choose your thoughts, they can prove you wrong
Loosen screws change who you are
When your head's made up of only a piece that's sane
One piece complains, and you never sleep the same
Rummaging through the deepest depths of your mind
And while you think you're asleep you're taking steps
in the night
Can't see what has crept up behind
The paranormal is normal if you let it inside
Understand it as a regular vibe
Another texture to try, intrude treacherous minds
And if the sickness runs through ya
Best not pick the role of intruder
I'm swift with vicious manueuvers
Known to rip through malicious intruders
Intrusion, smooth on removing
Everything in your head maybe later you'll get tuned in
Who's the ruler of your emotions?
Once more the front door's what you fear most
I walk out it, the front it was all crowded
Feeling like a dream for some reason can't snap out it
A man shouted but I couldn't see him
Cuz my mind's an ancient, dark empty coliseum
Known to scare those that won't prepare
For the frozen stare, most get enclosed in fear
Go back down the darkened stairs, to the basement
Take time and start from there
Hard years where the art's prepared
Don't cross the line, less you got heart to spare
Just to be yourself brings complacence
Lock the doors, watch for the invasion
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Paisley Everywhere
03:05
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Paisley Everywhere
I draw on sources inportant to where the vibe comes
from
Arise as one to the marvel that is the rising sun
Colliding colors the struggle as dark divides the
tongue
Survive the slump with the hopes you can maybe strive
for once
Life is rough like sandpaper, or wire brush
Times are tough when you're looking for piece of mind
to clutch
I found mine in a paisley painted room
As I try to get away from what was made to be assumed
I found solace in the shape of a droplet
Like dressing up shit, I decorated my losses
Found it all in the paisley department
Some people even said that I was crazy to start this
I make music call it state of the heartless
It feels just like a song but I made it a conquest
All dressed in patterns, you'd be hard pressed
To find another mind with more creative compartments
Look around at the swirling color palette
Surrounds, within it lies the challenge
To see inside of the cryptic message decoded
A poem of living essence
Construct a haven, my troubles are tucked away
Under beds of colored clay
Then deconstruct with the seasons and see the love
When I need it I dream it up
Baby's breath, a caress in a field of dandelions
Gentle punch to the love, it's a new brand of
violence
In a corner, on the edge of the peak of stress
So I escape to the place I can decompress
Deflate the weight of mistakes for a freeer quest
Mistake the ways of the sane for what fits you best
Psychedelic is the best way I could tell it
The greats turn weird when the course of life gets
hellsih
This is my canvas piece, abstract in a gallery
Interpretations of flashbacks of the child in me
Still hold on to the threads frayed amazingly
Bookmark in time on the page everyone came to see
A nostalgia kick, godammit I'm proud of it
Gray skies rain down, now in a cloud I live
Life is crazy, life is paisley
Everything alive wilts like a dying daisy
Look around at the swirling color palette
Surrounds, within it lies the challenge
To see inside of the cryptic message decoded
A poem of living essence
Construct a haven, my troubles are tucked away
Under beds of colored clay
Then deconstruct with the seasons and see the love
When I need it I dream it up
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Babes Go Spastic
04:56
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My Aim is to Disappear
03:02
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My Aim is to Disappear
On a never ending quest to feel something
But where will I end up is the subject of real wonder
The doorstep of two decades, rapping on this earth
Not bad from a start as an accidental birth
when your roots grow from the sand, there's no future
for you man
Things I do so I can stand on two feet, I won't do
again
Going deeper than a music trend, gray so I refuse to
blend
Amused by every you and them, alone so I don't choose
my friends
They tell me I am nothing, sell me something barely
wanted
Innocence lost, second I was cut from the cord in my
belly button
From there the judgement comes, the tug of war of what
you want
They say the poor are fucking up, the rich are more
corrupted ones
So hard I try, bipartisan, walking lines
My aim is to disappear, preferred if you thought I died
So hear the hurt from my heart, and feel all the things
I say
I never dream of the future, I only bring you today
Hands of time go around like a gyroscope
Plant the mind in the ground it will finally grow
Plan escape to a way long rhyme ago
But I stayed so I fade to some kind of ghost (x2)
In between, what can be but isn't seen
My canvas is smeared with dreams, but the landscape is
incomplete
I venture to a place not many wanna ever know well
Damage gets done but you never go tell
Hold it all in under paper thin shell
I know that fake grin is a way for you to help
On the outside maintain, inside fading
The day to day way I play is draining
Love is a resource depleted and we need more
My soul is a fossil washed up on a seashore
Still waiting to be born
Took away the sky now there's nothing to reach for
Life is a full contact sport
Know the struggles of others, we all fought that war
Blend in like a face on a subway
Be sure to look away the population is ugly
It's not the things that you wanna see
You've clearly never been if all I hear's what you're
gonna be
Can you follow me comfortably?
You'd be surprised at all the things that come from
just one emcee
Collaborate with the past mistakes
Bags packed on the path to great
Axis acts to navigate, safely
Through the murky waters that I have escaped
But not without a penalty
Knowing that the ideal example is what I'll never be
In the closet with the barbwire
Body looking like it was caught in a crossfire
Scars on me like a deathmatch wrestler
Then I close my eyes and I see paisley everywhere
Hands of time go around like a gyroscope
Plant the mind in the ground it will finally grow
Plan escape to a way long rhyme ago
But I stayed so I fade to some kind of ghost (x2)
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Playing Chess with a Checkered Past
The origin, place it starts
Seen things not for the faint of heart
Turn a bloody history to language arts
First I had to go back and change some parts
You got a checkered past, we play chess here
Only say truth, make this your best year
Hip hop people we be staying close knit
Walk up in the place and they say oh shit
Seth on Gray Street got a style you can grow with
Hide my emotions, cry in the ocean
Clutch to it like a child with a blanket
Comes through into my mind when I made this
Bet you wish you could bottle up and save it
A new model's created when it's outdated
Don't gotta shout like a loud neighbor
But never step in front of a crowd without flavor
If it's too gray add a splash of color
Nothing in our pockets but we have each other (x2)
I'd rather be even keel, than keep it real
Hold all the secrets to be revealed
If you don't need it just leave it here
Drop off all the baggage from the recent years
Lift the weight and escape, try to forge a pathway
Time's defined by much more than bad days
Hard to see when the war comes back
Right at your front door then the floor collapsed
Start to think you were born to lack
But I like to believe I'm too mature for that
Got too many miles on the course of rap
Tore up a dirt road on a horse's back
Live on like this song, sit back on a long ride
Ten years from now, set it free from the archives
It's a way I can live to tell
When my organs are all gone, bodie's just a shell
If it's too gray add a splash of color
Nothing in our pockets but we have each other (x2)
I go on living, experience it, write it down and hope
you get it
Peer into the past at your old school image
Look at your life now there's so few in it
Solitary symptoms
Everybody's gonna feel lonely sometimes
Caught in the dark wishing for the sunshine
More than can be conveyed in just one rhyme
Addicted to the feeling I get when I'm on mics
Never less as the years elapse
Now residing on Gray Street paying property tax
A sloppy verse from a glass of whiskey
Pour it over ice on a night to live free
One message I gather with some effort
From your summer tanktop to fall sweatshirt
Expose your feelings, it's so appealing
Got a lot of issues but you know I'm dealing
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I Feel No Pain
02:37
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I Feel No Pain
Every person on earth is conditioned to feel pain
Emotion in music helps the listener keep sane
My big brain allows me to feel the strain of others
Listen to my song infinitely bonded in pain we're
brothers
Dull the sensation like the endings of my nerves were
damaged
It goes away in the swaying of daily circumstances
What's left behind is a residue of past hurt
My remedy is to relive the pain backwards
Exit my body, the tension and years of worry
Planted to keep returning, I walk in the fields of
hurting
Every instance leaves a mark that's unseen
Or a scar that runs deep on a heart to come clean
More broad than a part of one thing
My formula for relief, gotta start with something
Whether holistic or a drink so you can heal today
This is my written attempt to feel no pain
You might wake up, feel the sun's warmth to start your
day
You might reach for a drink just to stop the shakes
You might wallow in your ways just to make it worse
You might find the words I say are an escape from
hurt
We're all destined for let downs and rejection
Like venom from a best friend, some words are more
effective
Sometimes you brush it off, other times absorb it
Pain is like a fortress for temporary courtship
Feelings palpable, color palettes are out of view
Everything is gray before the break for skies of
powder blue
It will get better soon, you don't accept the wishes
Loading ammunition in a coping mechanism
Aim for a second vision, a sacred home for pain
I scrape and show the blade like I was numb from
novocaine
Let this song be your morphine drip
There's more than what you have seen on this awful
trip
I feel no pain
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