Bats

My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on
Catch less Z's more f-bombs (fuck)
Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk
With four cold eyes ushering a Johnstown flood
Too known too dumbstruck
Plainclothes sputtering
A strange home spine-chilling cluster to unfuck
Sup sup all steady with little magic
No checked bags show up with the most baggage
Fresh hell dragging old hell up from holed rabbits
From mangled emotion and gross patterns
No carrots only rumors of a bridge that flickered with black scallops
And float pine out the bathtub of crass maggots (Bats)
1 point fuckin 5 schmillion
A number undermining how they duck and dive different
And I was waiting for an hour and I merely saw six
Some thought it was a bust, I thought it was the shit
I watched the videos and hung out with his friends and hugged his mama
And it's clear to me this kid's the Minnesota Dali Lama
And the lama twist his tongue
To create a perfect rhyme
With every style preconceived to spit that shit out at your mind
And your mind's rind peels back revealing
Every dead friend on the back of a little black bat
So you stand and you wait at the top of the bridge
Only six fly out and return to where they hid
So you wait and you wait and you never wanna leave
'Cause 1.5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve
1.5 million bats is what you think you need
But 6 is enough to receive a little peace
'Cause every little bit counts
Sometimes in death and disorder
You look for shooting stars
In the reflection of the water
And you open the gifts that you didn't expect
On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head
Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart's cage
The ability to put the pen back to the page
The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage
The beat that completes your shit these days
Yea the beat that completes your shit these days
(The beat that completes your shit these days)
Bats
Bats
The post cards coast from a reoccurring force field
Pickling his demons with the prematurely door-nailed
Never played Taps on a short scale
Played dream wars with corbins chalkboard nails
Sore thumb
Ay yo played the corner of the salt lick
Kayo said "are people you are meeting know what loss is?"
Twenty in a one a patio with forceps
Wig splits sorting would amount to little mortar heads
Never gonna stop
Tell me about your homey
The quote that would open a can of bogeys
In the form of stolen roman candle stories
Wild youth clique
From a tethered plus my alive friends are even deader
There's a little folk singer who has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar
Coming in like a lamb-chop
At which the lion's shamed
I got Gunther Gabel Williams
Trynta tame my brain
With a flick of the wrist and a crack of the whip
I said if that's all you got
You ain't got shit
'Cause for free birds like me
The possibilities are endless
Try to put me in a box
I will be relentless
In my pursuit of lots of different kinds of things
You can clip my toe nails but
You can't clip my wings
Bats
Bats
I know about your brother
I will bring him to the bridge
If the colony is hiding we lift him on the six
Knife in the road
Scalp in his mitten
Glass house decalicow and pissin'
A proud Fugee and a foul cow limp cow system
Triple crown clip never trickle down bread crumbs
Group is over gallon
Under the bowed head shrunk
Better sip from the acrylic killer clown redrum-wretch
If you ever woke up feeling future-proof
Precious brothers in effect and rooting for the future you
Speaking of the future us
Twin city mourning
Broke a wiper on a rental trynta grin away the gory
Wait new game smuggle bats on a plane
Wait newer game tug a whole bridge through his brain
I will drag these bricks
Over lake and law
Shake 1.5 out over St. Paul
Just knowing poetry and mathematics get involved
Then he totaled and a quarter of 'em a draw
Don't count shit
First sign of leathery wings
He throw them devil horns up yelling heavenly things
See I started this life
As a nappy but clean flapjack
Slipping on the shiny white backs of the back pack
A princess a jock a brain a freak
Now I'm a fucking rebel I'm a little of each
And I'm not ashamed of all the different parts in me
And I like cross-pollinating the communities
Because divided we're cool
But together we conquer
Like monsters and roaches
And humans and honkers
And if you're close to my age, then you were raised down the street
With a lick-em-mate Fun Dip in front of your TV
And our generation's gotta do it differently
'Cause we got new ideas and new abilities
Inside an old-fashioned funeral, ew - change the station
I'd rather tune in for a life celebration
Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows
'Cause that somber-ass shit's not the way I wanna go
Put your hands in the air
Feel your dead friend's presence
Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments
With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning the bats so we can live
With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning the bats so we can live