Spacecraft

[Intro (Spoken)] On this side we have some widely contrasting examples taken from recent recordings to give you some idea of the wealth of recorded music [Verse 1: Abhi the Nomad] After the questions Pops handed me a little tea, sleep and a blessing, uh Feet keeping me warm Tucked in the sheets with a mattress and bedding, uh Laughed at the answers he gave Like he was a pastor or something He knew what I seeked News of the week, I was weak, yeah But now I'm strong, you should test me The worlds fucked up past fixing The motor is old and the pistons are pissed they ain't pressing And me I've missed one too many chances to win, I ain't losing the drive Iʼm invested Despite all the answers I lack There's a purpose, I'm cursed, pursuit 'till I'm breathless Yeah A van and a press kit, manager, bed and a breakfast, a band and a set list [Chorus: Harrison Sands] I took a moment to breathe Head first I jumped in the sea With wet clothes and dry jokes I spoke on to thee Heavy I sway with the breeze Stumbling over my feet I took a walk [Verse 2: Abhi the Nomad] So in this argument now who's who and the point of it all is for nothing, shhh Please keep quiet I've explained all the quirks, I am true, I am here you can love me But For the meantime the least you could do is know that our problems are nothing And Your nation is dangerous, the way that they blame other races for suffering The earth still breathes on itʼs axis—fuck man, that has to mean something