"Magic Fruit"
Track 5/6 - Glow in the Dark EP

© 2025 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat



Lyrics:


Probably decompose like styrofoam
Can’t define it, a style unknown
Had silent premonitions
Can’t find a home, opportunistic
When they're stooping to a level they
Said they’d never drop below
For reference
I try to keep the artistry
Hallucinogenic, go ahead and
Look into the properties
It’s food for foolproof thought
You know what your voodoo does
Cause baby you've been gazing
At this crystal ball for too too long
Still got some ways to go
Still got some things
That I can’t change alone
Like who gon’ save my soul
I've been lookin for the method
Like an actor in a cameo
Trying to play myself all the time
It always has me low
Always tryin’ to improv
Like, welcome to the show
Never welcoming myself
Into my own skin and bone
Helter skelter
Unshelter the skeleton in the physical
I’m stretching out these ligaments
Until I’m ripping through

I'm eating magic fruit
To see the fractal elements
Seldom will they tell you
I ain’t buyin' if you sellin' it
I try to track the evidence
Way deep into the sediment
Distractions get so heavy with
My lack of an attention span
Always on the loose
Intentions at a deficit
Been mentioned in the preference
They’d let me live
They’ll try to keep us separate
Cause I might have ‘em drowning
Like they're drowsy off the sedatives
Barbed wire fences, they won’t let me in

So I’m climbing these fences
It’s somethin entheogenic
I know the tunnel well
Already been to the end of it a plethora
With emphasis on lights at the exit
If I can’t find them, synthesize them
With pyrotechnics
Imma find the message
Compromised by the silence
In your deflections
That's why I’m in the studio for so damn long
It's proof of what you’d forgot
Affecting history like Mandela
Still get some shade at home
Still got some places that I hate to go
But Imma face it
Find me looking up
And checking signs of the universe
Can’t go walkin' around all the time
With my head so low
Always trying to lift off
C'mon give me the go
Broke a firmament and got the curse
I've got to wear this cloak so
When clearing out my spirits
The appearance is invisible
Still, I press my limits
To their thinnest until
I’m slipping through

I'm eating magic fruit
To see the fractal elements
Seldom will they tell you
I ain’t buyin' if you sellin' it
I try to track the evidence
Way deep into the sediment
Distractions get so heavy with
My lack of an attention span
Always on the loose
Intentions at a deficit
Been mentioned in the preference
That they’d let me live
They’ll try to keep us separate
Cause I might have ‘em drowning
Like they're drowsy off the sedatives
Barbed wire fences, I’m still getting in

Magic Fruit

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