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Back In Orange
04:13
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Back in Orange
Out on the streets
I was makin big bank
Sellin dove rock booya
to my glass dick freaks
Cross you out with my aerosol law
You turned me out
Now I’m against the wall
Back in orange behind enemy lines
Cuz I got busted,
Fo takin out a cop that was copin a dime
On a paycheck that was drawn
on monopolized corporate crimes
you makin big bank off the dope you give away
by incarcerating this fucked up society
that YOU create
sure crime pays, but the question is WHO
while promoting criminal warfare as an excuse
to employ more boyz in blue
then you have the nerve to advertise
racial hatred in the news
justa justify your rules
One way or another, you’ve got ta pay the price.
How much do you spend when I’m doin’ 25 ta life?
That’s an aweful long time, but yo, check it-
it’s not cumin’ out of MY pocket-
because in here, I get a bed! In here I get fed!
Where’s my fuckin’ food stamps?
How bout that socialized medicine?
I know somthin’ around here is free!
But yo, check it- it ain’t me!
I’m expensive!
Melissa Simpson 1994
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2. |
Black Curtains
01:45
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A bruise which represents the evidence
of the way you move me in your bed
I pull back black curtains! I pull back black curtains!
Venus shines in the eastern sky- Catch the morning rise!
I should go home now... I should go home!
Gently removing my hand from fabric
the fabric of time
from what is outside
you make me mine
You're mine!
Take me back to the night! To the night, night!
I pull back black curtains! I pull back black curtains!
Its not over yet
we still have the night
Its not over yet
we still have time
its not over YET!
Time to love, time to move....
In love with the way you move me in your bed
I pull back black curtains! I pull back black curtains!
Black! Black! Black! I pull back black curtains!
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3. |
Featherwood
03:41
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The loud distraction of children
being neglected-
Blended
with the rhythm- Continuous
Sirens in the traffic
serenade the emptiness- She screams inside
Exhausting the idea to assume the position of pride,
Delusional ego was all she had left to offer
The sixth life sentence she gave birth to that night
distracted by fate
was all the evidence she needed
to validate
That god should be to blame
for the choices in her life
she did not want to make
convincing herself
that she did in fact
have some kind of faith
by hoping it was some grand master plan,
rather than her own mistakes- she made in her life
She wondered if she could ever remember
what she liked about herself at some point in time
while licking empty
dime bags of courage-
incentive to consider
what was barricaded
behind memories
so desperate to hide
while nursing on a flat Colt 45
Kinda make you realize
what life must have been like
when in her prime
She was like the burn
of smooth scotch
You only get to taste once
in a life time.
A nuisance who crossed over
the double yellow lines,
Bitch was stacked
Like the phat
Collection
of failures to appear
Ignorant to any solution of losing her fear.
“Untamable fire”
had been pinstriped on the hood of her Shelby 65
by some punk who just got out for doin hard time
The flames
had been added later,
Inspired by the wings of the devil
that had been inked on his entire back
while he was in the pen
She would stare at him
for hours as he slept in her bed
All tangled up in the contradiction of florals
which draped across the vulgar image engraved into his skin.
Still tasting the luxury
of his Marlboro Reds
which lingers on her thoughts
with the last drag
of her hand rolled cigarette,
he fades away
with the subtle escape
of smoke that rolls past her lips
As luck would have it
The Colt 45 could suffer one last sip
Takes a hit
Off an unlit cigarette…
The broken lighter chips away at the nail polish she still paints red
in honor of the wings that once lay in her bed.
The ashes fall in sync to the rhythm of her heart beat
The sirens and the traffic on the street.
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4. |
In My Blues
03:26
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IN MY BLUES
I SPREAD FO’ YOU!
Then you put me in my blues
Now we all sit here in the same room
Wonderin’ how did this happened to you?
I guess what they say is true
This muthur fucker can not differentiate between the two
It don’t give a shit if your black or white, if you got bank
or if your just a LYF trying’ ta’ make it right
Just cuz you wear that badge they still took your baby away from you
when it came out high on Vicodin
And I can bet that’s got you in my blues
That uniform did look right on you, though,
especially after you told me your mama died
on heroine the same night
you booked me for slamming dope and getting high-
getting’ high…. Getting’ high….
Tore up, turned out
By the time I was ten
Never knowing exactly what the fuck it was I did
Getting burned, turnin’ tricks
But when their back is turned
dumped the body out to the curb
Hunger is murder
And that was just my first
While I was on the yard I was getting tatted down all of the time,
cuz I loved ta hear that sound of the needle grid.
Slingin’ ink and stayin’ mean
while you were tryin’ ta’ be
just a regular mom
in an SUV
Livin’ in Orange County
with perfect white teeth
Eatin’ Vicodin on double AA batteries
“replace in one week”-
But that was just the packaging design,
not the dosage prescribed!
Guess that’s when the dildo died…
you were high and hubby took that ride…
Melissa Simpson 2009
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5. |
Crime
02:23
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Take it for what it is
and take it all night
You can’t steal my heart
That’s been dead for a long long time
Your a risk I’m willing ta take
Which means your not worth the wait
So don’t bother to remember me
Cuz I was born ready- ready to leave
You look like crime ta me baby
Bad news- but I’ll take a bite
Cuz your so fine
Just one time- but it will be all night
Then I’ll walk away
Cuz you look like crime ta me baby
And that just aint right
Say it like it is
And make it all right
If your really very smart
We could do this for a long, long time
Don’t look at me that way
Cuz we both know I’m not gunna stay
So don’t bother lying to me
Cuz I was born ready- ready ta leave
Melissa Simpson 2012
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6. |
Slip Away
02:13
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SLIP AWAY
We talk about our lovers, and we dream
Then we wonder…
If love is really what it’s all meant to be?
Our expectations crush
All serenity
Just keep it cool and go with the flow
But instead we scream
We scream while we feed off the tension of all that love brings….
All that love brings
I can tell it’s gunna be just one of those days, I can feel it slip away
Slip away, slip away, slip away with me!
I can tell it’s gunna be just one of those days, I can feel it slip away
Slip away, slip away, slip away with me!
Slip away with me!
Slip away slip away slip away with me baby, cuz you know- you can be free with me
so why don’t you just let it go and slip away with me…
come on! Slip away! Come on! A slip away way way way way
We talk about our troubles,
The ugly things we’ve seen
Then we wonder….
If feeling such pain is worth the guilt we seek?
Our expectations crush
All serenity
Just keep it cool and tuck and roll
But instead we scream
We scream while we feed off the coin of all that war brings….
All that war brings
I can tell it’s gunna be just one of those days, I can feel it slip away
Slip away, slip away, slip away with me!
Melissa Simpson 2012
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7. |
Smoke Rings
04:49
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Smoke Rings
It was somewhere only we could go
Dark rooms, naked skin, spilling words
Contemplating things
Blowin’ smoke rings
And wondering how life would be
if we-
could just get it right
like hot pink French tips
Sherman ciggerettes
And checkin’ out how he trips
When he says he doesn’t want a girlfriend
So obviously too late now
Blown smoke rings
It was just somethin’ kinda like a freak show
Dark rooms, naked sin, Chasin’ curves
Complicating things
Blowin’ smoke rings
And wondering how life would be
if we-
could just get it right
Too shy to sing out loud
Guitar melodies lounge around
And checkin’ out how he smiles
When I say I havnt got a boyfriend
Guess that’s not the case now
Spilling words so carlessly
Your confessions are all over me
I can tell we’re gunna be together constantly
It just seems so effortless
I have to confess- your better than the rest
I’ll give it to you true- I cannot hide- got nothin’ to lose
Breath on me
Stay awhile
Let me prove Im the one for you
Taste me free
Give me all the wild
Let me groove all over you- for awhile- just for awhile….
Blowin’, blowin’ blowin… blowin smoke rings…..
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8. |
Whisper To The Moon
05:09
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Whisper to the Moon
As night falls I think of you
Whisper to the moon
You hear these words I love you
Whisper to the moon
As night falls I think of you
Hoping to kiss you soon
I hear your words I love you, too
Whisper to the moon
As the sun fades
A candle is lit
Let it burn-
Scrawl your name into the wax
And as the candle burns
And it burns- for you
A whisper to the moon
As the day breaks I wake up next to you
Whisper to the moon
I promise I’ll be good to you
Whisper to the moon
As the day breaks I lay next to you
Here I go again kissing you
Cant stop touching me, we never leave this room
Whisper to the moon
As the sun fades
A candle is lit
Let it burn-
You imagine me constantly
I watch you melt all over me
Exactly
The way I wished it would be
Waiting words return
A whisper to the moon
Melissa Simpson 2013
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9. |
Wire's Arch
03:55
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10. |
In Your Arms
03:35
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Lose Your Fear
Lose Your Fear was spawned in the streets of Venice, California with the founding members Melissa Simpson ( Gina Tailya ) and Anson Jackson ( Rev. Sneak Freak ), who met in 2005 while attempting murder with a deadly weapon during an underground performance art showcase. That deadly weapon proved to be Gina T's microphone and Anson's psyhcofunk riffs. ... more
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