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Borne Rhetoric

by The Measure Of

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1.
American Dreams glow onto me Life’s a flirt who doesn’t put out My heart’s a tomb; buried and bound Yet, I’ve seen my greatness flicker But, have been left alone oh, so much quicker Love like wine, planning your next move Secrets wet from the morning dew My limbs stiff at the thought of you The “Golden Age” bruised black and blue Sticky shells in the break of light, high noon, and the cheap, dark night I stumble to the guilt of that quick fix Mixtapes beat to the drums of your red lips You were my last queen of hearts When I last heard “Love Will Tear Us Apart” It hit me instantly When I took the time to breathe the Spring air So refreshing I swear I had seen everyone and everything In picture-perfect synchronicity Not confined to these physical lines We were free, in control But, alas, I awoke Bitter, not broken And we'll break away from all that is wicked, from all that deceives us We will take hold We took it hand in hand through these etherized streets, and I can tell you this all without fear of infamy We made it drink by drink, laughing ‘til we weep, and I can show you this all as the moon beams over me We gave it beat by beat under Satan’s sheets, and I can feel this all where my head pounds constantly
2.
I won’t settle in, at least, not when I have to pretend People; they talk about it People; they write about it I hear and see it all I know it exists, when will it ever begin? No not for me, I’m no gentleman I won’t settle in, at least, not for them Deaf ears on all my laments, born into this deception A portrait of vanity, the mirror won’t keep us smiling How I lack the heart of a lion I am not of the blood that heralds kings to the throne Yet, my voice will not shake in its resolution When it comes time for bricks to meet stone This vessel treading water; castaway, alone I won’t settle for them
3.
Define, define These paths and these lines Define, define The road set out before me Define, define These muddied waters I tread But why, oh, why Should I come to know my own direction When all is all the more fair and grand As my footprints lose their affection with the sand
4.
He hasn’t shaved in weeks Greasy hair, dirt compact under his yellow finger nails Cigarette breathe, whiskey dreams fill his head Just as much say as the rats under the floorboards He walks through giant oak doors; golden crosses, scent galore The door slams shut mid sermon, fresh faces turn to see The elephant in their holy room How foul this trash interrupts our embarkment to salvation A crisp twenty in the communion An assessment to flee heaven and hell’s union A young girl, golden hair in curls, blows hot and cold on this enigma The man with his calloused hands clinched; He arises, clears his throat, begins He condemns their money A cluttered mind no longer dreams Just then he screams "If you can buy your way to heaven, then I’ll rot in the ground"
5.
Never knowing what I want Past and present have taught Your goals are your own And a stranger can’t lead you home Fabrication assigns a label that lifts the pedestal more The citric acid; it creeps in my pores Under my skin, in my blood stream It sits there Stagnant and pathetic It spills through and keeps me from giving myself any credit Stagnant and pathetic; it keeps me from everything This vessel treading water with the tide Bringing to the shore debilitated eyes Body and mind consciously collecting scrapes of our wounded pride
6.
Strange how bodies change, How the time takes its toll But we’ll never collect driving on these old roads Here comes the world, falling like a ton of bricks On the edge of ice and darkness But, alas, a warm ray and a breeze from the sky Oh, judgment Though, the wind and the cold froze the pen for this prose, the tide will mend our hearts Let courage flow Though the wind and the cold froze the pen for this prose, the ice will mend our hearts Let courage flow

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released May 23, 2012

Recorded and mixed by Wade Oliver at Wade's World Studios
Mastered by Adam Carrillo at The Dizzy Records
All music and lyrics by The Measure Of
Art by Johnny Cortez III

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