Beautiful Madness (Distordeon Rap)
Channel: DISTORDEON
Date: 2011-07-23

Noreia Rain of Distordeon wrote a rap because you know i'm so gangsta.  Oh yeah, i'm also looking for a singer for the melodic parts because . . . well my singing's a little rough here.  haha.  



BEAUTIFUL MADNESS (rap)

SINGING INTRO: 

There is no control
Of the human soul
Though you hinder, hurt and obstruct
In the end, you'll find that you're fucked


Now have you ever had the feeling of the dirt in your face
They steal your life so steal a ride and get the fuck out of this place
'Cause you have nothing in your future but a spatula and a grill
And you'll be slaving your entire life to the mighty dollar bill

Before you know it you'll look back and have so many regrets
like that your time was spent in contemplating worries and frets
This is your one life, you've got to make it real
Like watching as the tracks fly by under that monster of steel

So now according to distordeon you really can't afford to underestimate 
the value of the transient hord, 
no sense being bored 
when you could be moving toward
another forty and another silence-shattering chord

now would you listen to my motto like a beautiful vibrato
let it resonate until it explodes
or would you wonder if you ought to keep your heart cold like gelato
keep it stagnant, until it corrodes

it's fucking obvious, considering a possible choice
that saying yes to an experience in a new tone of voice
brings a perspective that results from being open each day  
not saying no and hiding out and feeling safer that way

my bank account holds sixteen dollars but i owe twenty-five 
to the vet who did the surgery to keep rooster alive
The back lights are broken on my car and my violin's got one string
Soon as I step outside the police are hassling me for every fuckin thing

I mean, I was sitting on the sidewalk so they made me an outlaw
It's this shit that makes you realize we'd be happier without law
But we'll shout till our voices are raw
Accompanied by accordion, guitar, violin or saw

So open your jaw and join the chorus of the ones who sang before us
Of the freedom that we haven't quite attained
Because society decides that when its ways and yours collide
That you're unwanted and should promptly be restrained

I'm sick of this connection-starved society
that needs a moment of sobriety
from addictions like cheeseburgers and TV
when the beautiful reality
that there is no normality
proclaims uniqueness and autonomy

As necessary values
and a freedom we could all use
At long last if we respect humanity
'Cause I think everything would be okay
If the world were run by the RRCA
And life were beautiful insanity

CHORUS

(there is no control
of the human soul ...)

We run from shadows of a past of disconnectedness
though we are lost and severed, our hands reach out forever
reaching for a future with no cells, no borders and no walls
and the beautiful madness calls

so what's that voice in your head
in those moments you dread
saying do every fucking thing you want or you might as well be dead

learn every language, 
play every instrument you can get your hands on
when the music starts, don't you ever sit still, 
whether or not there's a floor to dance on

fall down laughing
talk to every stranger
don't learn to hate people because of an ancient baby in a manger

give whiskey to every spanger
tell a ranger to fuck off and die
if he won't let you lie on the forest floor in peace and get high

let me tell you the truth sometimes i lie awake at night and desire
something to make it all make sense, by 4 am i'm not tired
so i smoke large amounts of herb and wonder what is the point
to being here and i get scared and so i light one more joint 

and think the only thing that counts is living life as you choose
and being free from the injustice of big brother's abuse
and music and booze, and friends who don't care if you win or lose 
and kids from la grande, and tall, accordion-playing jews 

uncle sam's kids march like like robots but we murder them melee
they monopolize the news so we decipher truth from hearsay 

and hear that they're having a hayday with underpaid maid service out on their vaycay

and while we crave neighborhoods they pay for radioactive factories and exploit trade

and they make mazes of expressways, and favor slave labor in a grave way

and saviors, and political favors, and tasors, and jail days

so we march on may day

and stay brave till the next payday

knowing we spend our days way better than the unfortunate ignorant persons who naysay

so there's nothing that could persuade us to trade our ways for any of 

these prejudiced ways of the current day

we love each other, and all you can say is, is it in a gay way?  

Good day, mate.