[Intro]
*Sample*
And they say, they say, they say, they say, they say, they say
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Soon to be brokenhearted
Interrupted it's promotion to a starship maybe
In the pose of his process
The address object in the middle of his heartless making, ah
For the taking handle the animal
The pantheon panel need shadow to channel through
Defeat the hassle
The lasso will grab you too
Does a dagger make a Colonel Sanders out of you?
I need to know for sure
Before it's pure
Where do nuggets come from?
I think it's the ah hum
More than just a yum yum
This will make the sun come
This will make a moon fall
May your sins be undone
In the blood of the fillet of the chip
Keeps salmonella out your feathers on the way to this trip
Black hath another layer to lift
And we are closed on Sunday
Just in case you forget, yeah, yeah
[Hook]
If the arms extend
Maybe we can hold, hold
But the hearts of men
Find it hard to unfold
Hold for the oxygen
On the side of my nose
I was under the spell
If someone will care
That this what I see
When you come up for air
[Verse 2]
Deserted, Thirsty as a polar thief
As your grief inflates like an oboe cheek
You want to howl to the sand
Don't know those shrieks
You and your child baby daddy out the photo seat
A single Capri Sun draws attention to despair
A mother with her fingers in his hair
Maybe he'll extinguish his delinquents in his care
And give her
A lake for her clipper
A river full of boatload
Up close like a zipper
Stiff arming the offender
Baptized till the capsized
Dunker, like a sinner
Sarah used to punk it like the bad brains
Abe letter
Not the Lincoln last name but a slave letter
Meaning the freedom make behave better her
The composition is a blur
Take it as a lesson
Or take it as a slur
[Hook]
If the arms extend
Maybe we can hold, hold
But the hearts of men
Find it hard to unfold
Hold for the oxygen
On the side of my nose
I was under the spell
Of someone will care
That this is what I see
When you come up for air yeah uh
[Verse 3]
And at last, the bubble bath
The muscle mass
The single eye
The thigh
The supple ass
The flat calves
The fat brass
Looking like a Basque in a class of half-halves
Fresh out the pool of who's who's
Possesses all the cues and the rules and new cubes
It's like the fuse of two schools
In the mood of balloons and smooth moves
But where the water at
For this artifact?
It seems she has a pier
For now just harbor that
Don't have a heart attack
Trying to arc it back
Even though it's just a take on an old form
A modern restatement of an old norm
Star flatten accumulate dimensions like a snowstorm
The planes make it cool
The curves make it warm
A brass trio see how they perform
But ba, buh, da
[Outro]
So maybe that is cubist according to the-- OK, that is cubist according to the different parameters that you can apply to a certain figure. So you are looking at the object from different point of views, and then you collapse them into one singular, let's say arrangement. Or this is just like bodies represented with sketchy surfaces and bold shapes, like in a vector representation of that
