Original Assumption feat. Desdamona
from Acts Of Humanity Vol. 1&2 by Junkyard Empire
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lyrics
Along the rails lay broken whispers
Bars severed into fragments
Blasted and shattered by the passing trains of thought
Without any inkling that they ever existed
There are no brakes to end the erasure of these
Urban story condemned building histories
Patterns unlike any other known to mankind
This pronunciation is cryptic to those who don’t speak it… speak it
Scene’s so intense the time is changing
Blowing in the wind I’m like the gage and
Trying to get my aim but not sustaining
It feels like a hurricane is raging
Time keeps moving but I’m not aging
Mic in my hand, I rock the stage and
Praising the sun just like the pagans
Stays in the sun I’m like the raisin
What is freedom? Is it the ability to move within the vicinity of a facility?
A false reality, the façade of a totalitarian democracy
Or is it how you rock with me mentally?
Back and forth to the cadence of my voice
You know, the complex schism of beats, rhymes and rhythm
Revolution revolve around the revolver
Bending backwards to oblivion, soldiers call her
Back into the switch the evolver
Stand to fight for rights and signs of life
She rise fly heights you’ve never seen
Bright eyes might blind the fight in me
Trying times, fine rhymes call my destiny
Stride right, high life got the best of me
What is freedom? Is it the perceived option to choose between two preconceived concoctions
Of a two party dictatorship, based on maintaining a deranged relationship
With no explanation of our benefits
Or is it how you venture into the scenery of this rythmatic entity
Eventually taking hold of your brain chemistry
One time, you mesmerized
Combine minds, we epitomize the sunshine
Keep it rolling and flowing, back like stolen a moment
Act the holding of currents in that nautical ship
My audible clip split like particle shit
The record might skip, you better get hip to the movement
Cause it’s soothing, grooving humans with no delusions
What is freedom? Is it an abstract concept to a degree?
Something you can be partially?
Or is it the sum total of your independent parts?
Like book smarts and body art
All or nothing, life’s original assumption
Buried under an indoctrination of consumption
Or is it a trigonometric function?
Is that why you’re cosigning to the complex schism
Of beats rhymes and rhythm?
Calling all freedom writers, Calling all freedom writers
To not only rewrite history, but dismantle the mystery
This is a new train of thought, don’t lose your ticket
Mama is the pilot and the scenery is about to change
You might feel some turbulence so buckle your seatbelts
It’s going to be a bumpy ride, but it’s smooth on the other side
Bars severed into fragments
Blasted and shattered by the passing trains of thought
Without any inkling that they ever existed
There are no brakes to end the erasure of these
Urban story condemned building histories
Patterns unlike any other known to mankind
This pronunciation is cryptic to those who don’t speak it… speak it
Scene’s so intense the time is changing
Blowing in the wind I’m like the gage and
Trying to get my aim but not sustaining
It feels like a hurricane is raging
Time keeps moving but I’m not aging
Mic in my hand, I rock the stage and
Praising the sun just like the pagans
Stays in the sun I’m like the raisin
What is freedom? Is it the ability to move within the vicinity of a facility?
A false reality, the façade of a totalitarian democracy
Or is it how you rock with me mentally?
Back and forth to the cadence of my voice
You know, the complex schism of beats, rhymes and rhythm
Revolution revolve around the revolver
Bending backwards to oblivion, soldiers call her
Back into the switch the evolver
Stand to fight for rights and signs of life
She rise fly heights you’ve never seen
Bright eyes might blind the fight in me
Trying times, fine rhymes call my destiny
Stride right, high life got the best of me
What is freedom? Is it the perceived option to choose between two preconceived concoctions
Of a two party dictatorship, based on maintaining a deranged relationship
With no explanation of our benefits
Or is it how you venture into the scenery of this rythmatic entity
Eventually taking hold of your brain chemistry
One time, you mesmerized
Combine minds, we epitomize the sunshine
Keep it rolling and flowing, back like stolen a moment
Act the holding of currents in that nautical ship
My audible clip split like particle shit
The record might skip, you better get hip to the movement
Cause it’s soothing, grooving humans with no delusions
What is freedom? Is it an abstract concept to a degree?
Something you can be partially?
Or is it the sum total of your independent parts?
Like book smarts and body art
All or nothing, life’s original assumption
Buried under an indoctrination of consumption
Or is it a trigonometric function?
Is that why you’re cosigning to the complex schism
Of beats rhymes and rhythm?
Calling all freedom writers, Calling all freedom writers
To not only rewrite history, but dismantle the mystery
This is a new train of thought, don’t lose your ticket
Mama is the pilot and the scenery is about to change
You might feel some turbulence so buckle your seatbelts
It’s going to be a bumpy ride, but it’s smooth on the other side
credits
from Acts Of Humanity Vol. 1&2,
released June 21, 2011
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Junkyard Empire Saint Paul, Minnesota
Junkyard empire follows in the tradition of those artists who have openly called for revolution in America when it was
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After 5 records, hundreds of shows, a tour of Cuba, and performances as many legendary protests, they are not together anymore, but their music stands and is as relevant as it ever was.
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