Clay and Friends- A Quest Called Jam III - From The Top Floor - Video
PUBLISHED:  Nov 06, 2013
DESCRIPTION:
Clay and Friends is a collective music project based in Montreal.
www.facebook.com/clayandfriendsmtl
http://clayandfriends.bandcamp.com/album/a-quest-called-jam-iii

He listens to the city sing
Looking out the tenth floor
Helps take his mind off things
Like the girl next door
Heartbeat fades low
Tune into a whisper
It isn't a mystery why his children call him mister
It's been a few days that
He can hear the crows speak
Sinks into his chair, stares
draining like an old leak
Belly empty, he got a mouth full of gold teeth
People say his mind's twisted
Guess that's why his soul shrieks
Tired of the free ride
Says that it's no fair
Reflects like the sun on his skull
He's got no hair
Exhausted, we all know his true nature
Wants to lie down on the ground like a used newspaper
His bones turn to ashes slowly, as time dances
Damn-look at the fine ass of that girl in finances
He be Detached, like the dot of a question mark
Like the use of truce at war, when the weapons spark
Skeletons come out the closet to push him out the window
He moves like a plastic bag
no matter where the wind blows
His head split the voices, just like segregation
Timeless so he doesn't watch, blank like meditation.

Old man, why do you lie to me,
You know we aint so different,
Old man,why do you lie to me,
You know we are the same

He had just forgot the money cha-ching had left no note
He had seen the foretold lives of an old bloke
Everywhere around him, well there be shattered glass
Couldn't see a doctor so there would be no aftermath
You can take the pictures off the wall but cant take the flashbacks
Couda, wouda, shouda finished all those halftracks
One thing's for sure, There are no guarantees
Just as he realised this an angel brought him to his feet
Why live to die, when some die to live
Forget the decline of you riches and do try to give
Old man, I know your hearing me
Never forget hope rises out of adversity
He hit the ground, it gave like an elastic
Son slow down I saw him do a back flip
He hit the ground he be happy no mad
Reach the sunset gone with no roadmap ooooooo
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