First Light Songtext
von Elucid & Sebb Bash

I′m on farmer time
Feet tripping the line where silence hide inside

I and I, at my most widest high
Five alive, who weighed the lies
Confirmed, do not deny

They found his utterances puzzling
Trouble in the middle without covering
Hair wrapped in silk, loudly patterned, long sufferer
Dragging luggage, scraping knuckles
Piecing together a most high
The tongues lie, no translation
We test in spirit, furthest nearest
Under the sound of my voice, you feel me

Heeding where the fear is
We're all mirrors in the sun, blinding, careless

Bite my style, I′m fine, you wear it

Don't let me lose you


Getting to the spaces in between, licking my fingers
Play without abandon, like children chasing embers
We came in through the same gate, you can hop your way out
Everybody knows you did it
Can't nobody reach him, can′t nobody touch him
Bleeding out, we need signs and wonders
Pussy is legal tender too, I′m much inclined to wonder

You might catch me talking to my wound, somebody lying (Lying)
Nah, I can't follow all the rules
I call before I come, I knock before I enter
Bought a bottle as a gift, didn′t take a sip
But if you insist, for the multitude
Inside and out, if you should ever call
The principle is pleasure, multiply the feeling
To the power of whoever (Who would suggest an origin for life?)
My old earth, if gold's to be worn, then it shall
I wear this collar when I′m poeting, and when I'm not

He′s only human, then he's not (Except blackness)
My low one got a thump, it's getting hotter at night
Bleaching up the block, U-Haul trucks
Rolling gates, heavy lock
Woke the baby, ghost ride the excavator

Let it ride
What the dark scientists are saying

Bad dope in Long Beach, bad dope on Herc hurt
Head first, spike earth


Sing a song to make the flood cease

Too much country, born free, sworn seed
I wore all green shades and tones
My lover steady stutter speaking

My morning starts in service, hard to reset
Breaking fast, push the button, tilt my seat back

Nobody really wants to crash, eat that
I be intercontinental, broady thirty thousand feet or hours
Swollen members smelling flowers
Poking through the lobby
No ID, trust me, I′m Lonnie, highly
Highly favored, somebody pray for me
I can′t keep it to myself, I'm on farmer time
Feet tripping the line where silence hides inside
I and I, at my most widest high

Good morning