Psychological landscape stripped of all its lubricants.
The driest of humorists in a cynical sinkhole. (It’s all about timing.)
Time is moving quick.
The dead pan handler’s shooting the shit
With a sunny disposition during a lunar eclipse (psst psst.)
Multiple Persona Non Grata,
Chaka con artist quantum leaping card shark vs. the mastodon dada.
Bombastic casanova in a traveling carnival,
The very last of the genuine articles. (Copy that, potna!)
I’m an impartial party to your god particle arguments.
A fool proves his non-existence with impossible confidence.
Phenomenal.
Disregard the belief or non-belief in gods,
(It’s a test.) And we’re the false positive of improbable odds.
Impossible Jah molecules dissolve in the palms of my tiny pathetic hands.
Scientific methods be damned.
My spam folders overfloweth.
I crammed all night for the final exam and overslept.
Chorus:
"You never graduate from dream school.
You never graduate from dream school.
You never graduate dream school.
You never graduate from dream school...fool."
Verse 2 (Buck 65):
Meet me in Temecula. Got somewhere to be but I’m lost in a maze
At a loss for words. Entirely diary: tossed in a blaze
Swallow hard. 500 donuts frosted and glazed
Eat 'em up, eat 'em up. Closer to death is the cost of delays
Time is running out. Trapped in a church with a nun or a witch
"Sir, you're not supposed to be here." Run for your life throw the gun in a ditch
Don't change your face. Fight for the poor and make fun of the rich
But some of them switch. Kill ‘em and call ‘em a son of a bitch
(Son of a bitch) Under the weight of a merciful sleep
To the moon! 42 inches of vertical leap
Submersible deep. I look in a mirror that’s shattered and cracked
Scatter attacked. And so is my life as a matter of fact
Where the hell am I? Side of the road repairing a flat
"Don't do that, you're scaring the cat. Buzzing but wasn’t I wearing a hat?
Forbidden, the sound. Dunking a basketball hitting a homer
Not kidding around. Chased by a snake, I wake up with a boner
Why?
Chorus:
"You never graduate from dream school.
You never graduate from dream school.
You never graduate dream school.
You never graduate from dream school...fool."
credits
from Glow Kid,
released November 5, 2021
Beat by ALXNDRBRWN
Raps by Sage Francis & Buck 65
Additional vocals by Lynzi Stringer & Swell of Metermaids
supported by 14 fans who also own “Dream School feat. Sage Francis, Buck 65”
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck
supported by 13 fans who also own “Dream School feat. Sage Francis, Buck 65”
Absolutely love this record, and so happy Buck is back, but is it just me or does Buck’s voice sound totally different from his mid-2000s Talkin’ Honky era stuff? Like his voice is higher and smoother, I wasn’t even sure it was him. Is this a return to his really early straight hip-hop stuff, without the country and blues influences? misanthropologist