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Fever Dream Lyrics

by Warcloud

[Chorus x2: Warcloud]
You're stuck on a ship in a bottle, quite unique
You live inside my painting and move once a week
I switched the art around, my friends are gettin' suspicious
I switched the art around, my friends are gettin' suspicious

[Warcloud:]
The ballot of Mr. Edward Hyde, crook as Scrooge
Hooligans and scallywags, crickets and ice cubes
Shiny red tricycle, a rhinoceros skull
Old captain flag, standin' in the hole
M.C.'s is dull, phantom in the steam
Brought the engine clean, world ain't what it seems
Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that
Chase you wit a pink axe, bullets, you get gift wrapped
Mud crew over the house, hot moistures
Found a black wallet in a bucket of blue oysters
I'm in the air like the ozone, bubble gum snow cones
Raccoon in the yard, layin' wit drug bones
That's how I roll palms, Godsy wit the drug lord
Off wit the soldier's daughter, swallow the love nun
It's no jive, Warcloud has arrived
The reflection of guns in his eyes, we all lie
And this is Wu-Tang, cargo wit my hook hand
L.A. story, flip a nickel, the book stand
It's full of crooks and dry host to sells
Say giants swift bitin' a whale in the hail

[Chorus x2]

[Warcloud:]
Pistol in your face, skeletons in the wires
We move like new vampires, meet your desire
Walk wit a monkey wrench, body inside the lake
We swung off cake like slugs and earthquake
Mics in decay, my rhyme is violent, goofy
I laugh like he threw money bags in a silent movie
Seven stone cozy, vodka in the jukebox
One heavy pistol came from the nut house
Pineapple soda pop, knock you off porches
Village swift portrait, thrown to death on your horses
Mean Warcloud, break you into powder
Who put the poison in Mr. Sledge's chowder?
A weasel fell out of his hide, death was holdin' ya'll
Who group the crew? A roaster in a bowling ball
Gun you down on the street, bullets that hit you through trucks, don't even argue
So stuck up that niggas just might rob you
I laid in bed next to her black cat
Warcloud, Warcloud, Warcloud...

[Chorus x2]

[Warcloud:]
Aiyo, thanks for go pumpin' tonight, my rap embargo
Is like cotton dolls, bird feathers and marbles
Diamonds and sea shells, sown the size of cartwheels
Throwin' large portraits of Maharaja you walk
Suzy got shot in the sternum, watch the spear
Stab you wit a 12 inch knife, behind the ear
Then leave the scene in slow motion, one red
Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion wit one head
Stash of cloth, bits of paper, pieces of string
Mighty long carrots in the spring
Recite on the new brick stones, steel and concrete
The weakest of gun fights like the last days of Long Beach
A jewel don't match, a helmet full of gold dust
You got, people blast me wit rose
Flied out bones, they scatter and grow wit molds
The honest man, is the cookie man and his clothes
Lay bitches splat in a circle around the war hawk
Stir fried vegetables, marshmallow's cloakin' it
Crops meant to hurt you, eight sugars, snap peas
While I crept up on the ribs to buy a deed
Wack, wack, wack, wit arrows I came to waste y'all
Now you look cheap, my cry rattles the great wall
A dirty old baseball rolled in Polly-O, aiyo...

[Chorus x2]




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Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
White Lies
rin
One Direction
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
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