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Fever Dream

Written, performed and produced by Daniel Damian. Instrumental "Sky's the Limit" property of the NOTORIOUS B.I.G

Look Back

Written, performed and produced by Daniel Damian. Instrumental by the almighty, 9th Wonder!

Chop Shop

[Written, performed and produced by Daniel Damian]


Sugar pills

Written and performed by Daniel Damian. (White.Water)

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-lyrics- 

there we were under no streetlight

kissed her lips, told her have a safe night,
 
not a safe flight, that's what I do, when your gone, is it wrong, in the wrong shoes,
if the pawn in the palm of my hand, the last of the sand in an hour glass for old man, crippled in the cold sand, what a weak son, doesn't blind and i find after week one, you were done, don't you know this, if I knew you were potent, as a potion, not a man not a woman, but an ocean, got a  hunch, not a notion, like a Notre Dame, pass the last of tapes, got taste for khan, pass the wrath of  
grapes, if the lights are on, but the lights are out, too dark, nothing here to write about, in two  
parts, what to feel read off cue cards says I feel close, but i see far, 

just out of reach or close to the heart, do I see blood or the stars, lions on the beach, what a leak on  
the arc, better dream far, you forget your a kid, so young and fast, don't look it, but my tongue can  
pack, can't believe one could get up from that, unless you didn't, so they hung a plaque, love letters  
fill the grave never one back, that's just a metaphor, half a fact, seventeen, with half the laugh, then  
it was, when I lacked the past, windstorm, and I lack a mast, want more, but anymore, is evermore  
rich with the quicksand, white walls, crippled with the wristband, 
 
you are nothing but my stand-in, sit yourself down, cuz I'm standing, on the top, where I'm  
temporary landin, a cemetery sandmen, who put you all to sleep, can't, stay up with me, so  
down that you can't keep, can't keep up with me, bottled up have to open what for me, open up to  
me, try to  cope but his hope gets, the February shoulder, elevator stopped and we memorize in the  
new order, caught on opposite sides of the border, which is past all the order, so i can't remember  
jack, dead space was his head space, lyrics left flat, but that December third was a cure for that, and  
that's that, eyes wide, no psilocybin, that's the cataracts, but there's a taste in my saddle bag,  
takes one glance and he says, what a scally wag, do your math, while your at it grab a table rag, or a  
match if you have it, backstab your own lad that's more coarse than the horse radish, said Caesar on  
the steps of his palace, while gave my heart on the Sabbath, now i live like the bard, writing nights  
colors cabbage, whether man or woman or ocean, even if it's savage, sometimes you'd do anything to  
have it,

instrumental by Boulevard Connection

Not a woman, but an ocean

LYRICS

I have to get out tonight,  stolen wine in his teeth and that woman in sights, looking for a scene to write through the night till the early flight but he couldn't get the poem quite right, cuz the source wasn't finished yet, kissed up the ballerina's  neck with no regret or the subtlety you would normally find in his hazel eyes.. love it more than the eye-sight space or matter, glory to be god for the sins that i'm after... Can't get enough of the melanin or the television speaking about his best elements...He could survive off the sweat in his palms, but he still says he's swept all up in the calm, doesn't worry because he loves the bomb,
But it's all a mirage and he knows that he's wrong,
So he has to write the song

Death in the cards, trust crystal balls lose the gold out your jaws, throw away your life it's for the greater cause, it'll help the rest when your up choking on bloody gauze, 
Rebel with the  green things, the only sole canary to ever make it out of Sing Sing...
 the asylum,
Eat mark twain i'ma a literary lion,
Smoke in his stomach, fire in the violin, tell a big fat lie like he won't get high again...  So it's in with the pythons, lady yells stop but I said let'm bite'em, hit sixth street and sight Michael, Creighton, there I was in the dark I'm in his books hidin' like a crook from the back of the booth ignited


Swept up in the calm

one of my favorite Binary Star beats, "Masters of the universe".  



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