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I Dream of the day when I have my own apartment
In which I’ll make rap covers of cobra starship
I could teach you a lesson in lethargy,
but let’s do it later now I don’t have the energy
Session one, hide lessons in a clever pun
Lesson 2, I could do it doin less than you
Rule of threes, I’m a junior that is not for me
Leave it for my son, hopefully he’ll become
Better than what I’ve done
I understand my dad
Tried to make me try my best because he hasn’t had
Honeycrisp fell, stuck out in the cabbage patch
Now bad habits and an apple go hand in hand
Can’t account for changing pressures from the Shepards and lambs of lands,
(Wait wait)
how many dollars for the ambalance.?
Forever lambda, flipping over big questionssssssa
It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence.
It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence.
It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence.
It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence.
It’s the y that brings life to this death sentence.
I dream of the day that I have my own apartment
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(Sky high watching the finest cinemas
Cephalapod espionage episode)
I’m in the kitchen flipping with my hydrodynamic spatula, port and starboard attachments, both on acting up, laughing, only saving the establishments I cherish.
Rarely activate that turbo drive, but I’ll do it live if you ask me nice
It’ll leave you speechless.
I’m in the reef blowing sand on and off your leaves,
I eat, egregious and the run it off running off of the mouth indeed.
A penchant for rhyming and finding deeper meaning in the surface layers, surveyor of dimensions from shifted per
spectives.
I see flaws in all that’s perfect
Seen the uglys with the pretty sides,
Nuanced conversations I’ve ran through many times, requires some awareness you might get in twenty five years, middle of your mid life crisis full grown beard by then I’ll be actively crying tears, tying fears to rope posts and driving near, waving bye. Way beyond terrified
Here hear here hear here hear here hear here
X??
(namestage6 & Marty Anderson)
Half asleep
Half prepared
I can’t keep
What’s not there
Half asleep
Half aware
I’m
I don’t care
I’m afraid
Im no fun
I’m nothing
I’m no one
I’m nothing
I’m no one
Just today
Just for fun
Love something
Love someone
Just today
Just for fun
Love something love someone
Just today
Just for fun
Love something love someone
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3. |
applicable therapy terms
02:02
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I find myself excited by
meaningless things during my menial jobs
Let’s me play god, I can make something out of nothing,
Stand back and admire my creation for a few months before disappearing forever.
Roaming around the job post cosmos, looking for inhabitable planets to create life on and then abandon.
St st st Start shit in Chicago, fly to New York on my starship.
I am not a worker im a professional performance artist
(Repeat)
I am a professional performance artist
I have cared about the speed at which the dishes get cleaned so much that steam burned my face when I open and looked in the machine.
I’ve always been a cog,
Born in the smog of the gear grinders,
Son of a Walmart stocker and a Cardboard box factory worker.
No blue lines in my Wikipedia entry,
I taught myself to
enter spaces loudly, leave them gently, mentoring nobodies.
To realize they are their own bodies,
And home bodies still grown bodies,
You should get into some grown hobbies
There’s a lot out there to do
There’s debt collection, painting eggs
Checking messages, staying safe,
Running round in circles, jumping in place.
Housing the displaced or aiming for platinum III this season.
I’m sure you’ll find a reason to dedicate all that time. Then redefine the problem
I never said I’ll save ya
Im nothing but a photon in the, sky of Gotham.
With my own problems that I gotta beat once the projection turns off.
Clock in, do work, clock out, leave
X8
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Creating my own language
Pulp of the pains just anguish put upon a page
Im taking an unpaved path to the paper
Lifesaver the same way that a checkpoint is
I stand on my own hunched shoulders,
Whole worlds behind both of em
Once in the moment, fell a light tap when they check me
Testing Testing
ideal me, meaning the real me’s, yearning for a bit of better skin to be in
I’ve burnt a lotta time
Tryna find what it finds interesting.
Unfortunately not working, spending, or resting.
I wander around; perusing the nuance I’ve found
With a fine toothed comb find me in houses that aren’t my own
wondering whataboutisms
What I call home still knows no bounds,
Untying myself from the lease lot might be a hound with his leash in mouth on a walk from the north to the south to the land of the one dollar pizza
Do not believe what you hear.
Previous precedents calling this city the precipice are definitely Faulty
The prices are gouged, speech is through parroted mouths, these bagels are soggy
The only artists are on buildings on trains the way that they draw me
back up the hill,
Laughing at self with my basket of skill,
Chasing my trip I am jack and I’m jill
Romancing the atrophy naturally happening,
Panda hug all of my illnesses smothered
I gain more truths when ignoring others
Fire in my lungs burn clean when I run from the ladder climb
All rungs lead to saltpetre mines
My minds heavy set against it
Heavy set again since I dropped cross country Then started crossing a country.
K N O Flip double you’s side ways
All roads lead to Saltpeter so Why
am i advising against it?
Admittedly still a bit tempted to test it.
Stopped in my tracks at it won’t be the best fit.
Why not try it?
23 flavors still sweet when diet.
Peanut butter pills coat message with methods
Current medications questions for questions.
Sick of being told that’s bitter.
What tastes better?
Aim my label maker at the sugar coats
type PLA CEB O In big letters
Put corresponding bumps on the bacK for anyone who may read with thumbs better.
In Duane Reade buying lo carb monsters I don’t drink pop anymore
Force fed Coke since before I was four and
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
Laugh at the audacity of time passing when I’m not around.
How the miles matter make me smile frown.
Wearing the face of a future me looking back at me looking back on now.
Add vintage filters on all of my cameras,
cutting in front of the timeline,
indulge in nostalgia immediately
Greedy survival instinct passed down through generations,
the same with forever staying anxious,
Gotta give a nod and thanks to my subtly nurtured nature.
Sprained both wrists in 6th grade ever since my
Hands couldn’t keep with my pacing
I Can never replace em
Ripple effect made me make a pen out of a microphone instead
Really only want more haters from
Till My ribs brittle.
living only hurts me a little
The coke bottle babies all grown up now
living only hurts me a little
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
living only hurts me a little
The coke bottle babies all grown up now
living only hurts me a little
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
All of my teeth are still in my mouth,
Except the one that rotted out
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5. |
doomer notes app
01:14
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I see it all falling
I don’t even check whos robo calling anymore
I’m In the corner playing peekaboo with lock screens
jaws locked in a stock photo pose
all my apps closed
off
withdrawing
attempting better plans and to do lists
Goff, corrected Galileo errors found I’m just like my yugioh wallet years before I used it
(Here’s a good joke)
A Broke closet dualist
twitch away my thoughts, as they space invader toward my medulla oblongata,
Writing on a park bench in Tompkins square
Why is everything a sign,
What is THAT doing here?
Signal home to make it clear like
Houseton I’ve got problems
Ventured out of bounds got untethered
now I’m steering towards the sun
I will manipulate the weather
Demonstrating self combustions the best form of climate action.
When I blow up that’s the only time you can call me an activitst
realistic with my goals, and who I am, only shooting for the one star.
My life for a fraction of a cause for a fraction of a
pause
for attracting better thoughts for the negatives and all
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sunshine ):)
01:43
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I know who my sunshine is i know
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7. |
CEPT x (AC/EX)
04:08
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I don’t accept a lack of acceptance
Dont accept a lack of expectance
No exceptions there’ll be no exemptions
I do not respect if you’re late all the time
Unless it’s to work, then I’m late all the time
I’m still getting paid, for the minutes I miss.
I need a lot more to make up for the minimum wages I got for a while in college and out of it
You know the sayings of bosses and dollars and dimes
Nobody’s right
(Except)
The customers trying me so are the times
Encircle that square while rehearsing my rhymes
Impossible triumph, but try and I try
Thinking I might, be just a step away from that epiphany
ThoughT i was yesterday,
Everydays yesterday
Yes I made
Lemonade out of these limes
Never expect what you’re getting with me
Cause this recipes mine
Encoded in glyphics I couldn’t describe
Trust me I’ve written a million lines
All in attempts to define where my difficult difference lies
I’ve yet to find it
Barely refined it
Barraged with reminders that me and my fates intertwined
Shot of me making it out is a threading a needle a million miles away while my feet are in clay, one foot on a banana peel other foot over the grave.
There’s too much to do in a day
A do run run do run run do run run
Dine
A new rhyme a new rhyme a new rhyme recline
Relax,
Maybe dine again, then let it slip through my mind
ROTTING INSIDE OF THIS RIND
IVE RIPENED I
swear I am sweeter than what I may seem
RIP ME APART AT MY SEEMS TAKE BITE OF ME
stick a thumb in me and peel me off clean
YOU’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT I MEAN
But I still need you to try.
COME ON INSIDE TELL ME YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE
(
tell me you like what you see)
(I won’t accept it accept it accept it accept it accept it )
X?
(namestage6 x Marty Anderson)
Let it out
Baby
You’re where you’re supposed to be
It’s enough
Baby
You’re where you’re supposed to be
It’s enough
Baby
You’re where you’re supposed to be
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(I'm gonna give this a shot here, here we go)
(I am simply at the opening a cave
Shouting that the cave is open)
There is not enough time to do everything
A green sign is always flashing in the corner of the room, saying, you will all die someday.
not a threat it’s just a reminder
It’s okay
not a threat it’s just a reminder
it’s just a reminder
It’s okay
Looking back on, childhood spent dipping toes into joy, only to pull back out immediately.
Too shy to ask anyone at the dance to dance except for the shyer ones that I knew always wanted to dance too, Donovan
I'm looking at you
Although I'll probably never look at you again
That's just how the world seems to work..
I make sure to leave room for imaginary people between me and my luxury.
Double checking that they cover all perspectives
Rubbernecking how deep their rabbit holes may go
Saw a rabbit run down it said no.
I got what I need
Thankful I’ve ever felt alive indeed
I make the most of what I have,
don’t go / chasing / dreams?!
Not good not bad just unbeknownst to folks,
Round here I gotta stick to what they know,
so If you could stop talking.
I'm sick of politely nodding and agreeing,
though secretly I
I i really wish I saw what you’re seeing.
Decades later reconvening starting down that same hole.
Dive deep, a sign that reads I’m supposed to be reading it,
a million others say I should’ve been there years ago.
Oh
that woulda been nice to
know.
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9. |
go do stuff
01:54
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(namestage6 & Marty Anderson)
What is it that you think that you understand?
Who is it, God is laughing, laughing at your plans.
Everybody knows how not to be won.
Everybody knows how to just have fun.
Everybody knows what the hell they've done.
Everybody knows...
And so you think you're misunderstood
So you think that you're just no good.
You can't keep from the wrong from not being right
You can't make a black hole want to be bright
You can't turn your back on your own life
You can't turn your back...
You can't turn your back.
You can't turn your back.
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