The diffusion of my ideas has caused confusion ideally
Meaning the coefficient of my action is one with dissidence
In our overly tense society, but sometimes I’m stopped by the membrane
And my same brain feels feebly, and I need to be the one to needle the
Stitches with my red pen to forget bitches that gave me the go ahead then left
Cause they didn’t wanna be right.  I can see light but there is no tunnel I have no direction, I must stay humble my stomach grumbles , my feet stumble,   and I crumble like everything must, but I find justice in this dust.  
Lying face first, cursed, I don’t trust
from last words, till when I first cursed
the spinning world, but thirst thrusts me up…
I’m standing under the sky’s scaffolding
instead of understanding , I’m still holding
onto visceral parts of memory, which even scolding
can’t get me to drop 
I can still feel you with most my senses
This ability to touch a ghost tenses my muscles and makes me stop
A second, I reckon I’m happy my sadness will turn into hip hop.

Can all opinion? 

Chorus:
Can all opinions blend into one fact as balance adds and then it subtracts?
Math’s leveled by philosophy, truth’s not based on facts, but on what seems to be
One impression balanced by another, death’s dad is evened by life as a mother

Can all opinion blend into one fact x3…

As I reach the crest of my life balance becomes more important
I teach the best of my life and  lessons which gave more slant
The poor rant about how the slopes have become too steep
At my core I find the strength to climb though tears I weep
The higher the mountain, means valleys more deep
At the peak, the sun shines on my instability
If I seek to stay on top I’ll be torn inevitably 
At times everyone acts as Atlas, struggles with their steps
The fact is, just wait and the weight will be hurled of your shoulders
As you take your seat, upon that boulder.
The bolder tend to order our society into corridors they can’t escape…
Keep in mind the shy secretly open their own doors to new landscapes…
The more control you have the more you are controlled and the hotter you are the more the cool seems to be cold.  I’m told the brighter you burn, the quicker you die
This truth unfolds and people, yurn to know why…

Chorus x1

Like life’s sleep when death gets to dream, one man’s silence is another man’s scream.  Since negative is balanced by positive, the only truth is zero, and this seems to be true; reflections in this mirror.  Life seemed sublime in my sleep, but awake I’m no longer soaring…It’s fucking 8 in the morning and I ache and I’m mourning the mistake of being up till 3 am.  Now if life is bricks its time for me to lay them, into a wall connected by those that hate them, so take this advice and spit its value verbatim.  Caffeine put a gleam in my mind more than Ade, but both eventually sadden me.  When I am up I know down will happen to me.  Like Hippias I’m a master of science and I’m crafty…most opposites don’t even know how to react to me.  Maybe attracted to my nuclear center?  I knew, I shouldn’t have rented her a place to hide, but as positive negative will stand by my side.   Our lit-lathering has given to pit pattering of footsteps followed by, this lock and a clattering.  Like a missing Y the diminished shatter the key.  You gimme all your half full flattery and I laugh cause it  doesn’t matter to me what you think about my situation or how truth was one at the beginning of creation.  Our destructive sensations increased till truth balanced at zero.  My genesis…raised my arch nemesis…kill or kiss…bane or bliss… it’s important, remember this…
Balance always acts towards nothing, some ugly is made and beauty starts reacting.

balance

The 2016 release of Typical Story from the original 'The Rise of Hobo Johnson' which was later brought back on 'The Fall of Hobo Johnson'

Typical Story

Sex With A Ghost cover 
Vocals are my own 
Lyrics are by Teddy Hyde

Sex With A Ghost

beneath the snow, with skulls and bones,
in cold, in dark, i mould my home.
i toss my heart into a flame again,
for once, i feel no pain.

in cold and dark, i dissipate.
no time for haste.
we merge our divine bodies,
we grow like outer space.

beyond my cave, apollo waits.
we play like divine bodies,
we merge like outer space.

in warm and bright, i dissipate.
no time for haste.
emerge, our divine bodies.
we glow like outer space.

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(image by reddit user u/loubow_13)

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Written & Performed by Andrew Muccitelli
Produced, Arranged, and Mixed by Jack Severino
Originally Recorded by Ben Babylon and Alex Andrews
B3 Organ - Jack Severino
Electric Guitars - Tristan Beltrami
String Arrangement- Jack Severino/ Johnny May
Violins - Johnny May
Mastered by Johnny May

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