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The Alchemist

Vin Skully

 

Vin Skully

(Album: VOIR DIRE - 2023)


For every problem life seems, a faithful friend to share
For every sigh a sweet song
And an answer for each prayer
You and I have been friends for a long time...

Big grip, get flipped
Hand over fist, that's quick
Snake oil salesman with the pitch, that's slick
Ain't no telling when it end
No matter the spin, I know when I got a hit
That's it, that shit get sent over the fence
I'm home, another run on the road, look how I slid
I remember the cold and shrugging 'til I was sore inside the crib

I don't know what it is
I remember the ghost inside the crib
Hosing down the problem with gin and tonic
How to stay afloat in a bottomless pit
The trick is to stop falling
Only option to start with a step, bet
Son of father and death
Big mama with the vision of sorrow, now I know why they wept
I watched it brew into a quarrel, I know just what to bet
Now we halving like Dewey Cox out in the shed
I had to unify all the plurals in pairs
I promise you don't truly want no parts of this shit
A couple side splitters got me outta some jams
I had to style a little so the killers could laugh

Big grip, get flipped
Hand over fist, that's quick
Snake oil salesman with the pitch
Ain't no telling when it end
No matter the spend, I know when I got a hit
That's it, that shit get sent over the fence
I'm home, another run on the road, look how I slid
I remember the cold and shrugging 'til I was sore inside the crib
Now I know what it is

I remember
You know everybody has their different, uh, ways and what they use 'em for
But we'll let them explain that to you

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