The Closest Thing To Crazy waltz unknown artist Written and recorded over "Horizon" from the album Modal Soul by Nujabes.

Engineered and mixed by One Love.

Stream of Consciousness

Stream of consciousness, infinite beams of nonsenses /
Like a fleeting optimist in the apocalypse /
Or dreams of dominance the closest thing to Godliness /
Somehow searching for truth inside a script /
Vowels & consonants with meaning only I can glimpse /
Freedom of speech impedes with constantness /
My thoughts recede like continents needing mental pangea /
Only stating obviously where the pencil lands deeper /
To reach the ear of hearers lyrics need be clearer /
But what if the ear is merely he of seer in the mirror /
That's all I see in this sea of seers peering from the theater /
The peanut gallery's rather my peepers peering from nearer /
My own naked reflection in the faces of my peers /
This stream of consciousness arches from artists like aiming pee-ers /
Breather, who am I writing or reciting for? /
Thinking cleverer, better or whatever so it's liked much more /
I hope you listen & envision this indifferent scribbling /
Maybe to find a message in this mess if not there isn't then /
This room is nothing but a prison that I'm living in /
My own mind's exposed rhymes are bars I bang a tin against /
Whether they're kin or friend or distant witnessing my vocal spin /
The thickness of my skull which are these walls is always closing in /
Is it selfish to say that y'all are just figments? /
Of vivid imagination, emancipated from in this? /
Probably it is, honestly I'm still that kid which /
Likes to play with words & let the noise move me, for instance /
Gibberish giblets, bickering bigots, pickling picnics /
Sniveling snippets of devlish dead beats /
This lead beast so gnarly snarled darkly through this next sheet /
That bled & squeaked, squirrely burrowing squirmishly, & /
Blurtingly squirted some blurry speech, something bout geez /
Forget about words, let the sounds speak, like... /

Chorus: 8 bars.

Flow of awareness, knowing what there is /
Going the road so many pary & openly sharing /
Vocalists sparing important declarings /
Boastingly blaring erroneous clearance of what is wholesome when compared with /
Soulful experience, 'though spoken I fear it /
Most of us know it can be scary when noting the buried /
Close to this very I hold it the dearest /
Let's go somewhere that our ghosts are the rarest, Oh I hope someone will hear this /
Wordsmith in a lyrical guild /
Here it's enstilled in scripture, interior filled /
With mixtures of both fear & a feeling so ill /
I picture this being here still for years if I'm killed /
But mister, who am I but a speck in the greater scheme? /
Fying freely through the scen'ry was my favorite dream /
Reocurring like the current in a wavy stream /
Of thought movements I choose this 'cause it was made for me /
Gratefully I play some beats & I'm great to these /
Then gracefully I say my peace & I pay by ceasing /
Soon as the beats over my feet go up /
Then the boom of the beast flower will keep go'n' up /
& dissipate into the room as when trees smoked up /
Choked up when I'm finished 'cause all I see is hope bruh /
Blessed be my soul for this gift of music /
I just hope somebody listens to it /
& since you did I'm infinitely indebted to ya /
All credit due to the people I'm being better through ya /
Who'd of knew the dude'd do it weller /
Hella sweller mellow fellow turned super teller /
Newer fresher beauty mesher who knew fewer's extra /
One boy turned man on a huge adventure /
From kid to grown up these rhythms have been my loaner /
Of company, lovely how they'd come to me, many sunk in deep /
Hungry I would hunt for beats, when something sweet my rhyme empowered /
It was the will of a higher power that I could flower /
This life of ours is precious let's take advantage /
& explore our gifts turning hobbies into more than it /
Of course I'm quick to simplify what is in my eyes /
It just seemed to make sense when I did, know why? /

Bridge

I don't wanna do nothing but write these songs /
Feels like when I do I could right my wrongs /
Because, I ain't no perfect soul /
You could hear that in words, how the verses go /
So badly wanna believe in the pearly gates /
But the real heaven' here on this Earthly place /
While I, while I learn from /
The things I bring and bring when I sing and sing and sing like.../

Chorus: 8 bars.

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