Текст песни The Grouch f Eligh - Congestion
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[Eligh]It fills my lungs everytime it has a chanceto invade my stance I sit stiff like a candlestickin the thick of the bush, as I push with machetescutting off vines between my feet - I ponder beatsPeople only get in the way of my creativity flowso I get high turn on machines and watch, the lights glowMy mind grows in awkward dynamics;use rainbows for hammocks when the traffic gets too franticfor passing[Grouch]Passageway congested - gridlock`s at a standstillcause everything I wanna do, so do you and that manThrill of victory, itchin me, to do my best for alwaysGet discouraged too much company don`t make it pass my hallwaytil the evening, and that`s all day, leavin out my mealtimesNo escape I make tapes and pretend they help me feel fine... ahhhhh, finally alone (kickin it) kickin itPass me that beadie Eligh (yeah dude)Cheers! *glasses clink* Yeah yeahI ain`t been at home alone like this in a long time(Dude I`m tellin you) *knocking at the door*(Dude turn that, is that..) Let me go turn down the radio*knocking continues) Yo hold on hold on hold on*unknown voice: "Hey, DAMNIT! Open up!"*[Eligh]I need some Actrin, to clear my sinusI`m congested and all backed up like FriscoI`m Linus without a blanket, real agitated and dismalMy problems seem minimal to an imbecile who can`t readthe cue cards -- it`s too hard, in factto explain you can`t get too far acting like thatChorus: Eligh (repeat 2X)It`s no wonder I`m sick on every occasionCongestion takes over my shit, traps me in odd situationsFucking up relations with my friendsKilling patients in the end I can`t pretend it`s not a problem[The Grouch]Sometimes I don`t even know how I`m gonna sleepAbout twenty feet away from, someone makin a beatLeave the bitches in the front room, phone off the hookHaven`t been alone in eight months and I`m knowin the chance I tookwhen I strode, to the bathroom to try and cleanse my bodyWater freezing cold and, someone smelling naughty, unGodlyCircumstances, glances on my backas I engage in a fit of rage I swear about the crack[Eligh]So who`s really being threatened when I complain about my spaceIn a pace of three days you were in my face in five waysIf I told you to hit the highway, you`d be offended and hurtClaining I treat you like dirt, naming off all the first thingsI said; with an expanded memory I`m blamed in the endCan`t you see I`ma hermit shell - manifested a turtleRather be off by myself than with you strangers(strange enough) so back off[The Grouch]Everybody wants to get what`s there for the takingYou can`t move slow or you making a mistake an`I can speak experience I`ve seen it firsthandI despise the rat race but I place cause I canI man the ship, you mop it, but always leave it slipperythen hang around and bullshit usin space actin chipperyFools be in the mix cuttin rhythm with the faderThat`s a major space invader more annoying than a pagerChorus[Eligh]So back off meSo back off meGive me some spaceBack off me