Warclout / Holocaust - Midnight in the Garden of Good...kennt ihr nicht???-checkt das

[MoRZ]

Artist: Warclout
Album: The Escapism *
Song: Midnight in the Garden of Good
Typed by: ThaMasta@Wu-Lyricz.Com

* There is no info as to when/if this will ever come out.
Some of the tracks are available on Napster, but they are
from DAT's and are of poor quality.

[Intro: Warclout]
Midnight in the Garden of Good..

[Warclout]
This being of age old grace, architect Holocaust
Moss back, Antideluvian data plate
Embedded and preserved, expired, current departed
Lyrics crash across ya head, now unzippen ya face
Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound
Tear open ya flesh like presents and thinner nightgowns
Tut slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Applebee
In some flaming town, you'll bury yaself, the greediest
Death before riches, kingdom of good barbarians
Circumstances of development leading up to the previous
Where the day takes you, placed within the sun
Crush all the village cowards, devour 'til sin is done
One bag of bones, children gather, Easter egg hunt
Afterwards, fruit, bon-bons and safari punch
Branded hollow planet, period of adjustment
Back to the hanging gardens and lavish the fake lunch
Plantation memories, stone monolith choicebound
Hoist down the use of human beings of voice sound
In the prairie fields, the poppies blow
All the crosses, row and row
They are the dead, short days ago
They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
The torch be yours, to hold it high
If ye break faith with us, who dies?
Loved and were loved, and now they lie
cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky

[Chorus 3X: Warclout]
Silver ants and golden beetles crawling throughout my paragraphs
Father architect, to peal the lemon and share a drag
Snow creek lime, draw lyrics that float and colorize
Butterscotch ladybugs, candy-cane butterflies

[Warclout]
In-line skates in a pillowcase, swinging at ya face
The sound through a combination of sounds or it's representation
In writing or printing, the text of a vocal theme
Salamander slithers into a stream where glitters fiend
Calm unique, cinema fantastique, the true castle
We build the new chapples, still bobbing for blue apples
Tackle and shackle, recycling wordage and best far
The Titantic artifacts on waterfront restaurant
World War 3, entrees, pickled and cripple me
Aqua-taxi verbalism torch, ticketed separately
Ice laid in waters, all thrill to the heroic
Hair pins, twists and turns, bottles exploded
Tomorrow land, news flash, Baskin Robbins and Hagen Das
Lens Crafter articles cleansing open ya noggin flaws
Views of marine life, mystifyingly true
Rob ya scores of curiousities, it's just a rhyming see-through
Flew first class, ideal baby pandas, koalas
Go mix Pina Coladas and experience my Kitanas
Those Mephostophales, Beezelbub, Lucifierian lifestyle
Black mambo, king snake, desert gecko, the cowardly
Waffle show club, foot polly, slobbing for penny
Dirty six-legged pigs from New Guinea, Eric and Minnie
For the jealous always tell us that the enemy envies hatred
And the deciteful lust read it, shed off infinity facelifts
Takes one to know, land mammals return to sea
and the water turns to blood, chew cotton candy with glee

[Chorus 2X]

[Warclout]
Hang 'em high, dripping, overlooking the rolling vineyards
Sunset stroll, hand-picked the green raisins
Rocky mountain strawberries, leisure suit for the tastebuds
My speech rinses flesh from the fossils of seenications
Seem patient, wasting time now, slim-fitten crewmen
The insects and the creatures tell riddles of dim-witted humans
One man aircraft carrier, personelle
No drinking during the sermon, extinguish the serpent tail
What mockery have thee traded for thy precious soul?
The voice being starfruit or dragon fruit, re-evaluate choice
Merry-go-rounds, monkey bars, neck climbs and curvy slides
Balance beams and hide-aways, all examined my thirty rhymes
Interactive play areas, reservations required
Free wheelchair strollers and lockers for aiming higher
Plus elite catering, remarkeable tasting menu
and every dollar that you spend enables it to continue
Never will concede, just work hard, determined
Either/or suburban or urban, Italian, German
Spanish, French, African, Oriental and Russian
Samoan Irish bagpipes wrestle with the precussion
Party hats, balloons and crazy string, confeti
Open field exhibit Caravans, lyrical Serenghetti
Over night camping trip, foes will disappear
Heavy paragraphs, clear and truthfully engineered

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Warclout]
If a man was to tell me he wasn't God
I would have to ask him what he was

[movie sample]
What do you call yourself politically and how do you
define yourself, in a political philosophy?


Viele werden die Stimme von Warclout, der sich früher Holocaust nannte, auf dem Bobby Digital-Track "Holocaust (Silkworm)" schon gehört habe...das hier ist nei veröffentlicht worden...aber die Lyrics sind sehr ausgefallen und abstrakt...und seine Stimme/ sein Style sowie der Beat dieses Tracks sind auf jedenfall checkenswert...
also schmeißt mal eure Mp3-Maschinen an...und zieht den Track

 

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[MoRZ]

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[MoRZ]

paar auszüge aus eienr interpretation:

Wow, well...this is one of his more easily understood rhymes. Circumstances leading to the previous...The family celebrating easter - is a sarcastic statement of people oblivious to the past of our country (US and others like cuba) He is describing the horors of the slavery days when slaves were hung by trees, crosses burned, black people parished due to dimm, dumb, evil mindedness. The butterscotch ladybugs and so-on....is like saying that to some people the notion of this madness happening is inconceiveable. All the while all these other places and people go on in the world and don't have a clue about Black history. The silver ants and bugs....those sound like the ancient bugs or egypt/africa (formally known as Asia - in ancient times) He is the architect digging up the past.
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Obviously if he's spittin it, he's experimenting with the ideas. When you reach a certain level of conciousness there is no religion, only knowledge, wisdom and understanding. We all have the ability to access higher awareness...Only problem is that they're so many people fixated on the materialistic bullish created to numb and distract us. The imagery and vibrations he uses intices people to listen... However if people don't understand the imagery he uses, for example, they won't completely understand the message. Once you do, move on to the next levels...
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"Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound" and "Tut slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Applebee" are both references to Ancient Kemet(named Egypt by the Greeks)telling the righteous He cant win aint the wicked's game(materialism) so slow down. Also, in Kemet crocs were revered. "Branded hollow planet, period of adjustment" is referring to the end of the 25,000 year cycle. This is the period of adjustment. Where wrongs will be righted(The Bible's Revelations). Those last couple of bars is breaking down what happened after the devil gained control of the planet. He made it hollow(empty, dead) The People are actually tools and there isnt any building going on now. Its all suppressed. "cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky". People(on the ground) arent making connections to God(in the sky). Warclout made some similar cryptic darts on the Bob Digi track Holocaust.
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[MoRZ]

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