"Fools"

First official single

Self Produced
Artwork by the talented Rachel Halili
http://rachelhalili.tumblr.com/

Eventually we'll fall asleep, and dream about these past three weeks,
Or lie awake and dedicate, our thoughts to finding what it means,
But when it is all said and done,
I can't think of anyone else,

Nothing is just as it seems, at least that what it seems to me,
And everybody has a path, but some will walk reluctantly,
Well you can throw your map away, 
Cause I'll be here another day or two

Hope will take its toll
And ignite your soul

 We were told as we grow old, that one day we would find ourselves,
But as we aged, everything changed, and we were locked by different spells,
Well love is such an abstract art, 
And we each have a different part to play

They will find that overtime, that they can't help but play along
And as we wait they hesitate, for fear that something may go wrong,
But when the smoke has finally cleared,
Things are not just as they appeared,

Hope will take its toll
And Ignite your soul 


Fools

The Moon Song // ARISA

Baritone

Jimi

Insight

brown paper bag
why do I carry you?
when all you live to do
is bring me down
brown paper bag
inside the envelope
with the poem you wrote
telling me no

but friend why won't you stay
and search with me for grace?
for the gallows won't be saved from your weight
if the Sheriff has his way
I've seen it in his eyes
I know his evil kind
maybe a heart of gold inside,
but babe it's lost if it's hard to find
so I’m holding onto you
and this brown paper bag

Sheriff wanna call shots,
tie the knots
justice costs to much for him
so in a play where justice lost to lust
did all the lawmen trade gold for rust again?
must have been hard for him
but a harder skin is needed when
deeds in dim light starve two of oxygen
still Sheriff thinking he gonna win, gonna profit then
I guess we living in the Wild West
living in the Wild West
this place is the wildest
living in the Wild West
could it be that
this man is a tumble-weed on windy tracks
baby don’t listen he’s holding you back
he got the guns but his bullets are blank
he can only hurt you if you let him
now I’m sweating, don’t you get it
living life with a curfew
looking back on this moment I know that you’re gonna regret it
staring at me, (you) put your hand in your pocket
you take out the letter that tells me to stop it
tells me drop it
but baby I can’t
baby I won’t let you die
trapped in his hands

brown paper bag
why do I carry you?
when all you live to do
is bring me down
brown paper bag
inside the envelope
with the poem you wrote
telling me no

my friend why won't you stay
and search with me for grace?
for the gallows won't be saved from your weight
if the Sheriff has his way
I've seen it in his eyes
I know his evil kind
maybe a heart of gold inside,
but babe it's lost if it's hard to find
so I’m holding onto you
and this brown paper bag

I'll always carry you
with nothing else to do
but try

Brown Paper Bag

Chris Cape is a Rapper/Guitarist born in Cape Town, RSA. Cape's latest effort 'The Lawnmower EP' is both experimental shows his witty writing, polished performance and eclectic production style.

Contact:
chriscapemail@gmail.com

Brown Paper Bag

Chris Cape

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