House Of Whales Sweather
[Verse 1]
I told my inner critic, "Sit down and shut up."
He asked:
"Have you heard the word subtle?"
I was befuddled
Thought positive affirmation would make his voice get muffled
It taped his mouth up but he stuck his tongue through with no trouble
"Uh oh"
I stepped my game up, grabbed a duffle
He said, “That ain't enough”
As I grabbed the bag and chained it up
Still I was troubled
I left him in the basement but
When I made it up the stairs
And locked the door I turned around and someone said:
“This is terrible character development
Watch Dr. Strangelove. How do your cellars compare with his?
You've never written anything the least bit interesting
I know you're gonna end it on some cliche like 'It's a dream'”
“No. I haven't thought of the ending yet
Maybe I'll just write the songs finished and the critics dead.”
“If you did it there? Brilliant, but you did this instead
Here's a prediction a few more minutes you're gonna get in bed
And you'll forget the whole thing
And then you'll go and see Mike and Au
They'll be like: 'Rico is it written?' You'll say 'no
I haven't started. ' Afraid of admitting the truth
That inside of your brain there's a critic that used
To work like a spaghetti strain for your lyrics until he improved
So now what he drains is your spirit and nothings getting through
I Love Lucy waves major interference
So no words get on the page and no one hears them
You thought that what you say could make a difference
But now I made you sit down and shut up."
[Interlude]
And to be honest I did stop writing at this point
And fall asleep which was an extreme disappointment
I woke up the next day and tried to finish
But didn't like what i had written so i just didn't
We decided to omit it from the album. Time went by and I was less and less content with that outcome
Like I literally let him beat me on my own track who does that? I gotta find a way to come back
[Verse 2]
"Clocks bust down whenever I rhyme I get a head of my time
You can try to lessen my drive
It survives it never will die
You poisoned it put it in a bag and threw it
Off a cliff to drown it but it's Rasputin
Back in a flash like a fast mutant”
“That's stupid Flash is from the DC universe
There's no mutants there
That has a lot of meaning to the nerds
Who you were appealing to at first
And why the theme of bags?
Are the ones under your weary eyes what made you think of that?
Use your thinking cap
Keep writing like this and you gone need some bags
For when you sleeping in the street asking for something to eat and cash”
“Expose my flaws like Pandora's box though I'm down I got hope
My glass is afelfal like scrambled ground garbanzo's
And yes I'm old school like them Chicago ones that Rahm closed
Take aim you shooting Blanks like camera men for tae bo
I grow Impatient and satiated with the way you hating
I may of made it further if my creative self wasn't emaciated
By your fervor to watch all of my bridges burn up
It didn't work cuz I kick the cycle and jump the hurdle
Kang or Chung I'm Liu sit(lucid) down I'm bout to change it up
Like Shang Tsung all you get now is shame for weighing what
You came with against me and if my brain combusts I'll take it
Nothing'll stop this frontal assault till you dumped in your coffin
Sure you can tell me I mixed Mortal Kombat with Street Fighter
Or that Liu Chung tripped on a hurdle He ain't get his feet high enough
But I am much more concerned with what happens after the worthy fall
We rise from the Ashes and you get back inside your Pokie ball