Tilt Songtext
von Swordplay

Common men peddle for medals and settle to wither and wilt
Whereas I tilt, so I tilt
And I still stand on these whittled stilts
Knocking down what I can′t reach with my hands
As I tilt, so I tilt

No longer blind, but sometimes semi-enlightened
I pick up a paintbrush and rush at daylight
As if I might find a way to brighten it
I'm high while simultaneously wearing a sober disguise and liking it
Till the lighter inside of me died the day I got done fighting it
′Cause today I met a rabbit with a habit of silly as psilocybin
So I decided to try the magic
But as I sat down beside him


I wallowed under weeping willows I didn't
Even know were growing inside of him
And when the roads to heaven reopened
I've been hoping for steady weather and better timing
In a system that′s false, I cuss at rocks and boulders
And not on my shoulders, they′re not just goddamn foothills
I told her I must've collapsed after a lapse in speech that bored me
Heard cat laugh a half gasp from the closed door behind me
In the morning I′ll be doing fine wherever the CIA decides to find me
So watch as I chop down a whole block of pine trees

Clock a cop at the crotch and rename the place Pine Street
On Christmas Eve, even tripped across a tripping friend's feet
Impressed by the red despite being left half dead from the green
See I′m the type of guy that types half his life out

Ties every have and have not together
With a half knot and some whiteout
It's too bright out, that′s why I go the shy route

I'm known to blow lights out
And stand alone in the dark until the day that I've had my fill

′Cause common men peddle for medals and settle to wither and wilt
Whereas I tilt, so I tilt
And I still stand on these whittled stilts
Knocking down what I can′t reach with my hands
As I tilt, so I tilt
So I tilt

I never handed it to the hands that handed me the Xanax
The Pan Am that was planned with horsemen annex


So me and my man Dan panicked at the can-can and we can't can it
I′m in Amsterdam and goddamn it
I'ma sniff a line in the sand and start tanning
But the cannons sure had some handsome plans
When I was hanging over the Atlantic
Should′ve known I would crash the minute they began to land it

Set a standard and the newsstand can't stand it
A man of plant and some cannabis

This is what a mammal is
This is my worst day in ages
The end of men is in government-made lasers
Razor blades and grenades ain′t a threat to the makers

Make out in gray shades in a suede blazer
You'll sway to the serenade of a blazed anchor
As ladies wave me away lazily with the same trained tasers
We lay naked, she be saving her lane for later
I wrote down how I should've found a way to hate her
I should′ve somehow had some papers and smoked spliffs the whole day
Instead I was just dumped for the
Second time in my life by my soulmate
This time I lie to my friends, tell ′em all that I won't wait
Nope, I smoke dope and go choke a work on my soul plate

Broke and rebuilt a record, called it Tilt for old sake
Serotonin to the bone isn′t the day that I've had my pills

′Cause common men peddle for medals and settle to wither and wilt
Whereas I tilt, so I tilt
And I still stand on these whittled stilts
Knocking down what I can't reach with my hands
As I tilt, so I tilt