Modern Techniques 1001

Song: Modern Techniques 1001

Album: Losing The Game

Artist: The Blend

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released May 8, 2008

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I got a crush on this girl, so much

that I’ve been runnin’ round the city actin’ on impulse,

then all’a sudden hesitant when she’s crossin’ my thoughts

like avenues in a rush, tryin’ to wave down a bus.

I’m facin’ pages on a table strugglin’ to stay awake

until I’m makin’ sense out of what I’m too afraid to say.

Frustrated and stuck at a café with a cup,

procrastinatin’ the day away, until the dawn’s mistaken for dusk.

Still keepin’ puma laced, sleeves elbow up,

out and makin’ moves with or without the sun.

Both shoes to the bike pedals get my nerves settled,

crossin’ downtown once again, returnin’ to the homestead.

An urban Stonehenge surrounded by cement meadows

all the way down the foundations: rock & metal,

cops & ghettos, trombones & cellos,

Link & Zelda, kick-drums, snares & cymbals.

But could it be so simple?

I caught her  glancin’ my way once, lookin’ like she was starin’ out a window,

non-chalant. Just happened to spare the time

on a random face runnin’ out of words to rhyme.

I’d give her what’s left, but wouldn’t dare to try,

knowin’ all she has for me is a pair of careless eyes

barely tied to that barren smile,

sharp enough to cut through five layers of pride.

It’s enough to make you feel like you don’t exist,

and ever since the day you were born, nobody’s noticed.

So devoted to makin’ a livin’ where it dies,

hopelessness becomes an instinct to wake up prepared to fight.

Up against her, it’s an unfair trial

knowin’ she’s done damage that can only be compared to fire.

Spare the smile, I didn’t come to share the while,

I got two scores to settle on my last layer of pride.