Van der Linde Blues

There's a man at the back of the room
Sat in shades, near a pink balloon
He's got wires in the front of his chest
And a microphone taped to his stomach

I'm a hot head, cigar and beer in hand with a woman by my side
I'm checking him out like some kind of endangered mouse
I've heard about these men walking around these outer bends
On the search for amphibians
And a toad as big as a monkey

(A monkey!)

All cladded up like a business man
Suit and tie, no holding hands
Shoes are shined with peacock feathers
Hair is waxed with sheepskin leathers
Nails are cut with antique rubber
Ears are scrubbed with bone-white blubber
Shirt is pressed with a steam-wrapped salmon
Made of meat and thick-cut gammon

He's a pig, a dirty pig, rolling around in it
He's a pig, a dirty pig, rolling around in it
He's a pig, a dirty pig, rolling around in it

If you put one finger on me man
You're on the first flight out to Amsterdam
With a cold beer in my glove
This other fist is meant for love

I'm a sky high solar amphibian on a mission from ancestral gods!
I'm a sky high solar amphibian on a mission from ancestral gods!
I'm a sky high solar amphibian on a mission from ancestral gods!

I got three wires in my brain!
Green, red and yellow!
Man, can you HELP me out?
They say it's stuck in the bone marrow!
Oh god, no!

Don't suppose you know any doctors around here?
Don't suppose you know any doctors around here, do ya?

Guess we're going around and around again
Guess we're going around and around again
I said
Guess we're going around and around
-again

He's a pig, a dirty pig, rolling around in it
He's a pig, a dirty pig, rolling around in it
He's a pig, a dirty pig, rolling around in it

Dirty Pig

We stood
out on the orange mountain,
staring into
an expanse of light.

The cityscape
just beyond the vacuum,
the dark enshrouds the city-
something out of a movie.

Closing encounters of the third kind,
and the rise of the Third Reich.
I should have seen it coming-
I should have seen it coming over the hill.

But we had our backs turned,
unbeknownst to us.
A legion, an army,
with steadfast perseverance,
came running out,
came galloping across the fields,
samurai gear and all,
wielding Mo-blades and katanas.

We headed down the mountain,
doing rolls like the catacombs,
trying to look toward the light-
in the darkness, it just ain’t easy.

We spied a keen, flickering light,
drawn toward it,
we felt the flight.

Orange Mountain

Chain's iced-out, wrist in the clouds, in my lane-switched out, Burberry and roundabouts, my girl's acting out - so I put up the house (it's all out)

Now we're in the coupe on both ends
Guess we'll never be more than friends
Take a couple Xanx 
(To numb the pain)

AC on in Miami
Call up the Caddy
Going missing - just like Maddy

Might fly to Cincinnati 
Switch the tags, switch the addy
Leave my cell in the city 

AC on in Miami
Call up the Caddy
Going missing - just like Maddy

Might fly to Cincinnati 
Switch the tags, switch the addy
Leave my cell in the city 

(out at night creek, I'm seeing astral beams
figures in the trees, ghosts between the reeds
should be counting sheep, but I'm drowning in the deep, drowning in the sea)

AC on in Miami
Call up the Caddy
Going missing - just like Maddy

Might fly to Cincinnati 
Switch the tags, switch the addy
Leave my cell in the city 

AC on in Miami
Call up the Caddy
Going missing - just like Maddy

Might fly to Cincinnati 
Switch the tags, switch the addy
Leave my cell in the city 

Feet up on the dash, driving through the wasteland, thinking of the past, thinking bout her smile, thinkin' bout her blue eyes, thinking bout the mile I'm about to drive' - don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

AC on in Miami
Call up the Caddy
Going missing - just like Maddy

Might fly to Cincinnati 
Switch the tags, switch the addy
Leave my cell in the city

Maddy

Too damn vexed, in this Moncler vest
Two-tone leather with the off-set-coalesce, more or less
She's my four-leaf clover, and I'm her second best

Rosalee, 
My Rosalee
With the red cheeks 
And black ban-UV's

Figure of eights
-'On top of Fuji 
Can't get no signal
With this 2G

Rosalee, 
My Rosalee
With the red cheeks 
And black ban-UV's

Figure of eights
-'On top of Fuji 
Can't get no signal
With this 2G

One, two, three
She's one to keep
Found her in the ice rink, bourgeoisie
Gave her some flowers and loads of Gucci
-and she gave me my Calgary's

Cherry blossom trees, playboy magazines, black beamers and rollies, black beamers and rollies
Cherry blossom trees, playboy magazines, black beamers and rollies, black beamers and rollies

Rosalee, 
My Rosalee
With the red cheeks 
And black ban-UV's

Figure of eights
-'On top of Fuji 
Can't get no signal
With this 2G

Rosalee, 
My Rosalee
With the red cheeks 
And black ban-UV's

Figure of eights
-'On top of Fuji 
Can't get no signal
With this 2G

I feel so holy.
I might get nose-bleeds.
I might need cryotherapy

These cold extremities
Expanding out, to humility
I'm stuck in this minus degree
Walking a tightrope across the sea

Where the ice is too damn sweet
Cracking at my feet

Rosalee, 
My Rosalee
With the red cheeks 
And black ban-UV's

Figure of eights
-'On top of Fuji 
Can't get no signal
With this 2G

Rosalee, 
My Rosalee
With the red cheeks 
And black ban-UV's

Figure of eights
-'On top of Fuji 
Can't get no signal
With this 2G

Rosalie

Doin' 80, in the Mercedes
- down the Auto-ban,
- down the Auto-ban.

Counting bands, 
-in the stands,
On the Auto-ban (Yahhh)

Gucci, so Chic.
Wrist, so fleek. 
Call up Meek Mills for my (Rollie)
Up the hill,
in ebony. 
Antique, drive-by
Niggas need to eat.
The GTR, 
so Antif. 
Black chrome rims, 
Zero to a hundred to two eighty. 
(Godspeed)

(Godspeed)
(Godspeed)
(Godspeed)

Going so fast, on the track, down the left lane
Running on flames, certified propane

Left the G-Class, for the blacked out Beamer
Switched out the AG, for something leaner

In the end, 
nothing matters
I'm...flying
I'm...dying
(At Godspeed)

(Godspeed)
(Godspeed)
(Godspeed)
(Godspeed)

Godspeed

I just left the coup, - wild-night, city-lights, now we in the ute'
One-stop livin, crashed the party, for the interview
Got me in commercials, shootin' with Terry Crews
Not bad' livin - clear-headed for the views

I don't wanna ice-up, wanna find a nice shirt 
Can't see anything through these windscreen wipers...cus I'm a...
low-rider - parking on the high-curbs - suburbia livin,
I might need pfizer

Talking to Skylar,  my Lady Godiva - 
watching Kill Bill half-way through the cider, 
whole house glowing, but the flames ain't getting higher

having second thoughts

I light the match
And sit back
Watch the whole thing turn into ash
It's hell fire

I light the match
And sit back
Watch the whole thing turn into ash
It's hell fire

Come on baby, tell me that you meant it,
Am I seeing rainbows or is this the ending?
No point pretending, with these false pretences, 
credits rolling — back to the beginning 

Cus you got me spinning, always reminiscing, 
with the memory of your image, that cashmere coat with the linen - 
got me in my feelings - push the boat out to the water

cus I can't be swimming,  in this game you're winning... 


I light the match
And sit back
Watch the whole thing turn into ash
It's hell fire

I light the match
And sit back
Watch the whole thing turn into ash
It's hell fire

Hellfire
Hellfire
Hellfire

Hellfire

Touchdown in Miami, off the runway, out to Cali
Need a postcard for my Maddy, signed in ballpoint, automatic
Gotta get home for Christmas, says she’s got her daddy on the wish-list
But I’m in foreign skies, skating on thin blue ice
Thinking of my Rosalie, iced-out, heavy

Her eyes pulled down like roller blinds
Cuts through me just like a knife

Pack of Marlboros on the dash, heavy glow
Head-first in the bag, bleeding slow
No phone, no cash
(No phone, no cash)
Bleeding out in the ash

Heart’s beating
Made it out of the crash

Ribbons on the dash
Red blood in the grass
Covered in black debris and glass
Hit the wall, going too fast

Stuck in the moment
Stuck in the black

And a black feather drifts down
Into a picture of you
My girl
My blackbird

Pack of Marlboros on the dash, heavy glow
Head-first in the bag, bleeding slow
No phone, no cash
(No phone, no cash)
Bleeding out in the ash

Heart’s beating
Made it out of the crash

Blackbird

Two for one, at the Costco
Two for two, on the Metro
Two for three, in the Cosmos

My baby is starlight, made out of chrome
I call her phone - no voice at the tone
She’s actin’ like nobody’s home
I’m fine on my own

AC-130, she did me dirty
She got that body, just like Liz Hurley
I don’t deserve this, I was of service, I know
I don’t feel worthy, show me some mercy, Lord
I been floating out to the shore
Feels like a game where I respawn, Lord

I’ve closed all the hatches, boarded the walls
But I’m in a nose-dive, just like Concord
Awaiting the flight, awaiting the light
For the after-life

My baby is starlight, made out of chrome
I call her phone - no voice at the tone
She’s actin’ like nobody’s home
I’m fine on my own

Seeing all kinds of shit through this window
Leaning into the pane of the Metro
Thinking of packing my bags for Chicago
She’s playing games, just like Nintendo
Hanging out to dry, I’m in limbo

Shoot me up with the Novocaine, purple rain
Make the pain fall away, I can’t face
All these demons in my way - I need the tourniquet
The only way to slow the pain

My baby is starlight, made out of chrome
I call her phone - no voice at the tone
She’s actin’ like nobody’s home
I’m fine on my own
I’m fine on my own
I’m fine on my own

Metro

Drunk on the henny, head is so heavy,
I'm taking pills out on the jetty,
I'm seeing red just like Rossetti,
Pop the balloons, pop the confetti,
Learning to fly, call me Tom Petty,
Can't swallow the truth, so I take a Renni',
Fuck all these eddies, fuck the committee,
It might get messy, leaving the city

’Cause now I’m in bed
Might as well be dead
Can’t put the gun to my head
’Cause I’ve taken to these Xens
I’m losing all my friends
And I crashed the fucking Benz
I may as well be dead
I may as well be dead

Now I can be cleaner, without the subpoenas,
Sold out arenas, in East Argentina
I plant the flag, like Iwo Jima,
Call baby Athena, she’s a man-eater, but I’m a Libra
She’s so facetious, it breaks me to pieces, yuh
So I call up Rita, she told me to deal the cards
And put out a feeler, don’t fall for the mirage
Commit yourself to God

Looking at the mirror, I got pin-hole burns
All down the arms of my favourite shirt
If it’s in reverse, can’t lift the curse
I don’t know what you heard, but I might need a hearse
Collect the dirt, yeah, lay it on me
Nail up the coffin, for all to see
Go to the coast, where the winds meet
Wear the white chain and the Louis V
And put my ashes in the S-U-V
Throw me out to the China seas

Mirror, mirror on the wall
You told me I dropped the ball
But I’m waiting for Satan’s call

’Cause now I’m in bed
Might as well be dead
Can’t put the gun to my head
’Cause I’ve taken to these Xens
I’m losing all my friends
And I crashed the fucking Benz
I may as well be dead
I may as well be dead

Nylz

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