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Ghostpoet

Finished I Ain't

 

Finished I Ain't

(album: Peanut Butter Blues And Melancholy Jam - 2011)


I want to shout out
All those people who left me to mourn
Who didn't bite lips yeah I've got scorn
KFC bucket-load born in the South but want to get North
Now I've got dreams but they're mixed up in the puddles of the mind
And I need time:
Casio, Seiko, Diesel, whatever
It's my United K of Whatever
I ain't too clever with this like chips spit whenever the weather
Feel much better
This spare endeavours got me engrossed like birds of a feather
I bought me some leather
But I ain't satisfied
Life on the gritty side is hard at best
I beat on my chest to blow out all the cobwebs I'm feeling, needing
Much more revealing, much more revealing but I ain't finished

I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

Scream and shout, shake it all about
And when a little nervous I just jiggle it about
You know what I'm talking about
I won't just shout it out
Start talking air like late night telly-shopping
Used to think 'Damn I'm nothing' Little Voice don't lose sight
Life's too short just to give up now
So I gained upper lip
It's the apocalypse of doubt and wallowing and dry-mouth-swallowing
And sips in solitude creating latitude have formed an attitude of 'go go get it'
And I won't quit at it
Cut me, I bleed right?
Hemorrhage
Please don't think I won't go for my art
And ashes in the wind all the way to the stars
And over the mountains and over the cars
And reincarnate and come back to the start

I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

What they say and what they done
This all looks plain under the sun like
These are all the same to me
I see untrained history
I'm like what they say and what they done
This all looks plain under the sun like
These are all the same to me
Untrained history

I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

I just ain't finished
I just ain't finished
I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out

done

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