inspired by Maurice Ravel, Hannah “Moulette” Miller and my neurotic love strategies
lyrics
What are you doing? I want you to do it again, but this time: Pull it waaaay back.
Fall too quick, fall too far
All too quick, all too far
If you've ever wondered if your grip is pretty slack
And you skip from steady – snap – to laying it on thick in a fraction of the minimum attack
Jump up here with me, we can look out and spot the signs from a perch
A high hide. You'll think my family's Addams and Eve'd happily pass 'cause you see – the fact is: I lurch
Let's say the pace is gentle, hastened when embracing,
Semblance of something great and tender, gracious, then I'm racing
Chasing down the why's, searching for the where's, looking up the what's,
tearing up the ties, clarifying, tying up the knots
It's a system that I'm stricken with, a panic-driven rhythm
And I'd manage abolition if I could say: STOP!
Nights and days off, I scribble with a vision of atonement
Wondering where my time alone went
Lurching in? It's so dense, makes no sense
Appropo, left solo with a potent opponent
One set to throw me to the brink post-haste
Lonely as I think po-faced:
She's like vodka – au fait with no taste
But she didn't know me, if I'd blinked: no case
Should go let it go, course I'm not stupid, I'm speedy
Plus so cool, it's cruel this madness sees me seedy and needy
Proceeding's a dream on a soft cloud, floating, when your ocean is liquid
with no little bits in. My momentum is staggered.
These broken ellipses make me..
Fall too quick, fall too far
All too quick, all too far
Gotta have it, gotta keep it, gotta grab at it
Lotta madness, if it's sweet, I'll take a stab at it
Force of habit, not a secret, every man's at it
Sorta bad, it's irredeemable, this black magic
Look to church on a search for stability
Buddha's on the same circuit – no Nativity
So's Vishnu, Krishna, L Ron,
World of Warcraft, church with the bells on the ankles.
So alert to the smells of abandon, I should remain sheltered and amble.
Well-wishers thankful – 'cause whenever they see me gelled with a handful, I'm held in a strangle-hold,
bringing up Mum and Dad like a role-reversal...
while a colder person bowls me over with no rehearsal...
“Can't you find...some...middle ground?”
I try to play it cool and hold myself back.
I need the help of forty horses, all working as a pack.
A JCB with caterpillar tracks, head gasket still in tact.
Have a bit of that, that'll kill the transmission, man, I'm rapping iller facts and the traction didn't grasp.
I'm sorry darling. If it's too much, then you'd better let me know quick.
Inevitably, this man that you came with might not be the one that you wanna go with.
He came in swinging, calm, composed and serene.
Now he's chomping at the bit, straining at the leash, picking at the seams,
raging at machines, sniffing out and chasing down the dreams.
Fall too quick, fall too far
All too quick, all too far
I'm pulling it back..?
Not that much! Can't you find...some...middle
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Mike Dennis is a classically-trained
violinist and poet whose boyhood love of Run DMC, Beastie Boys and Gangstarr led him to create a unique kind of string-heavy hip hop music he refers to as Violinica.
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