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The Love Song Of M. Minded Painters

from 183427106 LP by Grant Livesay

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Instrumental composed on February 18th, 2013.
Originally written as a modern response to T.S. Eliot's poem "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and entitled "The Love Song of [ ]".

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(i'm afraid mermaids nobody is fucking singing to you scuttle hey hey i don't hear singing where's my anesthesia when are we going to spark like we did as kids no singing quick stop these are our voices)

imma smoke with my sleeves rolled up
leaning out the window straight scuttling.
and we’ll all smoke with our sleeves rolled up
leaning out of windows straight scuttling, scuttling

hi
i’m your average generation y rapper
twenty-three years old
cold and of course
i cry out through my laughter
to bold to come clean
say what i mean
so i mean to keep saying
nothing
on to next chapter
the next stanza
the next strophe
the next… ellipses
drowning in a sea
of my own inability
to truthfully see
i’m in love with a woman with a name
just the same as you in love with another someone with another name
playing another “what if…” lonely late night game
wondering if i came clean could you ever feel
the sanguine february breeze
at four-oh-three in the morning
cleansing my four door cab-horse naked in the lamplight
but it’s snowing outside so…

imma smoke with my sleeves rolled up
leaning out the window straight scuttling.
and we’ll all smoke with our sleeves rolled up
leaning out of windows straight scuttling, scuttling

stuttering
blundering but with the gusto of a blunderbuss
delving through the bluffs dying for a diamond in the rough as of yet uncut
until a succubus bares her bare bust …what the fuck…
and do i dare try sushi
though it’s been prepared wry culinary beauty
or should i just share my fear of impunity
honestly requite is really quite new to me foolishly
or it would be if it was returned
of that i am certain
or at least prefer to presume
when i don’t swoon
laving in a watery grave of perfume
under each and every new nude moon
that i find romanticizing
if only for the time being
i am able to ascribe meaning
but that second seems long past resolve
and love, “that is not what i meant, at all” so...

imma smoke with my sleeves rolled up
leaning out the window straight scuttling.
and we’ll all smoke with our sleeves rolled up
leaning out of windows straight scuttling, scuttling

scuttling scuttling scuttling scuttling....
straight scuttling scuttling.

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from 183427106 LP, released January 28, 2014

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Grant Livesay Winston Salem, North Carolina

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