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• Artiste: Astronautalis
• Titre: Uncle Danny
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He was a dealer of dirty jokes, Breathing unfiltered Camel smoke Everything he said was a lie, But he had me by the rope, The noose around my neck With every yawning story that he told But I still listen dear, with bended ear, Hoping I'd come close To touch the truth and hit the root Of the life that he'd lived He never ran guns or shot pool With any famous chicks, Phil Spector wasn't his bitch, Waiting on his lips For a little bit of cocaine, Or brace for a beautiful witch I know my words'll slip, And I know I tell a couple lies, I'm known to accentuate, exaggerate In stories all the time, And I wonder why? Will it magnify By the time I reach fifty? And realize my life never turned out The way I planned it simply? So I gotta stretch the truth, And tell the things I never did, Until I'm running guns with Saddam Husein And all the stupid kids So I wonder why he'd tell those lies And breathe it down my neck, A bunch of foul smoke inside of my ears On whiskey breath And I'm sitting here, a little kid Right in front of his chair Telling him "Another story, Come on, uncle, bend my friggin' ear I wanna hear the tale, Tell me time again and over now How you were running drugs Across the border From the north on down To Alaska, on the oil pipeline And into Canada, taking 'em down Into Washington state and doing damage To the brain that God gave him" Wondering what I understand If you don't have the truth, How can I shake your hand? See, and I got a couple questions That make me a little curious, homie, If'n the story make the man When the man makes up the story? There was never stolen cars, There was always a couple bars, There was eyes full of stars, And a lackluster fall of ____ (ours?) And everything I understood That you'd done with your life Has all just been sacrificed Upon the cross of Truth tonight See, I've seen it all Breaking down, a sad old man With a couple bruised rib cages And a shaky left hand His beard is scraggly, The top of his head is going bald And it's all peeling away, Falling back with the stories that he told And I wonder where I can find the truth inside this now It's more than the toast, It's the crumbs of the motherfucker breaking down And watching after sixty-five Years upon this earth What happens to everything That you thought made up your worth And see I know, there's a couple bits Of truth in all of this There was no stolen cars, There were a couple of stolen kisses A couple of illegitimate kids, A couple broken bottles And all the time in prison, All the time inside the hospital Was the thing that was real, Without the mass appeal The truth is always the ugliest side So you should polish it up for real And so it makes you wonder Why would this mother fucker Tell me all these lies And pull the rug out under the covers? And I'm looking at him now Staring inside his sunken eyes And realize beneath the bitter wisdom And super-sized guy He's just an old man, Slow hand, stumbling breath Just trying to make it up the stairs Without losing, pains in chest And I think, What will happen to me? When I wake up from this dream And realize I'm twenty-four, see? And I got a couple years left, A couple beers left, A couple friends left, A couple grinding gears left And I'm breaking sweat, wondering One day, I will be breaking down, Living in an old folk's town Wearing my tattered, broken crown And I'll be waving my hand For servants that Answer no beckon call, Because everyone has left Standing me holding my balls And I got to make ends meet In this thing I call my life The bitter circle ring that made me Back to the beginning, right, I started to help this baby End it this way in a wheelchair maybe And now I gotta act, Maybe explaining the way That I was so crazy I tell you why I lived This stupid lie that I did, And all the time I spent Chasing around girls and chicks, And all the time that ain't for shit You told me the truth, The truth is you can't lie If you gotta try to produce, Because Life'll bite you In the ass in the end Then you're standing there, On the corner, Without any friends Because all your friends know What happens after it's done Because at least one person was there To witness all the truth, son