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| + | I love the grimey ass beat but I think what really makes the song for me is the lyrics: | ||
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| + | Stick and move, leave no proof / Discard directly after use / Forensics on that wild goose / Follow my footprints into loops / | ||
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| + | Also: Guerilla bass, straight from the trenches / Posers impaled on picket fences | ||
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| + | Like, goddamn. Can't forget "My life on a limb about to break, I'm a tower upon tectonic plate." One of Ride's best tracks lyrically, even on the most lyrical DG album. The band’s fresh and polished approach to what has been considered a lo-fi genre, and its bold decision to resist killing themselves in a birning hhousefire during the 2010s suicide rock gold rush, garnered the trio a dedicated fanbase and fostered a new era of emotional failure. For me. | ||
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| + | [[User:Risk|Risk]] ([[User talk:Risk|talk]]) 09:33, 29 November 2017 (MST) | ||
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==Wait Punk== | ==Wait Punk== | ||
Revision as of 10:33, 29 November 2017
I love the grimey ass beat but I think what really makes the song for me is the lyrics:
Stick and move, leave no proof / Discard directly after use / Forensics on that wild goose / Follow my footprints into loops /
Also: Guerilla bass, straight from the trenches / Posers impaled on picket fences
Like, goddamn. Can't forget "My life on a limb about to break, I'm a tower upon tectonic plate." One of Ride's best tracks lyrically, even on the most lyrical DG album. The band’s fresh and polished approach to what has been considered a lo-fi genre, and its bold decision to resist killing themselves in a birning hhousefire during the 2010s suicide rock gold rush, garnered the trio a dedicated fanbase and fostered a new era of emotional failure. For me.
Risk (talk) 09:33, 29 November 2017 (MST)
Wait Punk
Poem
Hot shit, cold shit
Ok muthafucka lets do this
Came ta make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness
Comin' through, again and again conduit
Why dem hands wave to
High to it
Wild fire through your city
Wild fire through your whip me
Into lightning two
K'nt hit three
Strikes dug out dated
Fools no dig me
End beat limbo, baba spitting
Blood in slow mo, la la chimney
Warholian nightmare
Storm the gates
25 8, twelve gauge punk weight
Stick and move, leave no proof
Discard directly after use
Forensics on that wild goose
Follow my footprints into loops
'Cause I'm too high, too high
Feel like I'm never ever
Gonna come down
Scale richtor punk weight
Of dis sound
Down break dead space
And make it drop
Ta da street beneath
Your ghetto box
Slap da beat till the
Floor boards crack
Neath da weight of dis lic, step back
Off in the rhythm like
Beta in the bong
Got ta givem makem
Sway like palms
In da wind my lip blow
Mic spray kyrlon
25 8 til da break of dawn
Guerilla bass, straight from the trenches,
posers impaled on picket fences
how ta rest your head in roach infested basements
and smoke pun2k weight for breakfast
Chop shop lifted bump til da tape deck break,
ask samo how he flipped that material girls pancakes as zydeco copper kettles
Liquor sto, sellin singles
Mug shots out, to my people
Rollin I double l spread eagle
Hear flow dan spit EVIL
Songwriters: Zachary Hill / Stefan Burnett / Andrew Morin
Punk Weight lyrics © Warp Music Limited
