Mr Sandman

Lyrics by Self Jupiter

Additional vocals by Ryan Crosby

Music and scratches by Kenny Segal

There are things we’re not told
Deep inside there’s a fragile soul
Secrets sleeps in hollows coves
Some died never knowing odd angles
There are things we’re not exposed
Reality wears his ugly clothes
Momma really knows there’s no rainbows
Only in the movies when the doors is closed

 

Im finally awaken
My thoughts are mis sh a p   e   n
My heart is vacant
I’m pregnant by ape shit
In the pit of my stomach contains hate
Mixed with crystal lake liquid
To be specific
A shark in the Pacific
I’m instantly pissed and distant
My eyes contain nothing
Awkward posturing and fuck it
Let down by drunken clowns with torn gowns smeared happy frowns
I feel worthless on the surface
Riding in town on the chitling circuit with a circus and a band
That plays with broken instruments
Not even a uniform
I bet their followers believe in unicorns
I wanna break it
The things attached to their heads

 

I wanna break it

 

The silence is naked
Could it be?
I have buzzards in my willow tree
I wish someone would tell me the real ending without strawberry cream filling
For once in a blue moon
Can the princess die of an overdose in a ran down hotel room?
Is daddy really coming home soon?

 

There are things we’re not told
Deep inside there’s a fragile soul
Secrets sleeps in hollows coves
Some died never knowing odd angles
There are things we’re not exposed
Reality wears his ugly clothes
Momma really knows there’s no rainbows
Only in the movies when the doors is closed

 

We’re all gullible once
I wrote fuck you and die in all my coloring books
Teachers pets giving me smothering looks
But what do they know
They’re just figurines posing in a jewelry box
Waiting to be closed
Just wind them up when the music s l o w s
Shoot I’m on point like pinnochio’s nose
I wanna know the truth
What really happened to my tooth?
Don’t tell me little red ridding hood got ate up by the wolf
I just seen Sandman get carried away in an ambulance
Said some crooked face kids
Took turns kickin him in his ribs
Screaming I wanna break it
Lies and perception

 

I
wanna
break
it.

 

They ain’t on no fake shit
Popsicle easy bake cake mix
Even the ghost of cold water creek
Has trouble falling asleep
And somedays are dark in the sun rays
I see the world for what it really is without the silver lining in the sky page
Cats are blind even at my age
Sad old lads
Still playing pencils with the past
And throw up tackle with newtons apple
Bobbing for attention in a neck brace n shackles
Take you to a place where dreams are sold with no credit checks or hassles
(but you gotta call now, here’s how to order)

 

There are things we’re not told
Deep inside there’s a fragile soul
Secrets sleeps in hollows coves
Some died never knowing odd angles
There are things we’re not exposed
Reality where’s his ugly clothes
Momma really knows there no rainbows
Only in the movies when the doors is closed

 

Pacifying wind chime melodies turns a childs minds into mines
Accordions, bag pipes, hot air balloons,
Yapping mag pies,

 

Big head birds that talk nonsense when u squeeze em!

 

Gobble-de-gook
I kinda wondering what is it stuffed with?
Gonna find out quick
Cut,
clip,
Nip and tuck
This little fella’s gotta pillow stuffing for a gut
When you finally open him up
You might not like what u find but
The knowledge is surprisingly benign
A story book reading in pine bluff
Life imitating art  can define us

 

(August Buoy Music ASCAP/Syndakit Segal Solutions ASCAP)