Song: Coffee & Chemo
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 21, 2012
ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/coffee-chemo
They marched from the hills to the streets just to
unclaim the ground
Politician said “baby you take the lead, I’ll follow long
and won’t make a sound”
The fire died beneath the same bed of rain where your
despairs drowned
And I looked you in the eye and said “no matter what I’ll
be around”
Wouldn’t that be something
Wouldn’t that be something
Well, the sunny day scorched the ground, the crops didn’t
grow for weeks
I showed up an hour late with a new excuse and a
different story
It’s a shame we aimed and came to change the game to
somethin’ so nice
While you were fightin’ against the end of your world to
win or lose your life
Baby, you will be something
You will be something
Still wanna paint the city with your favorite Crayola
colors
And play pretend through a never ending summer?
See who can run the fastest and can count to the highest
number
And find the best hiding spot apart from the others?
Do you still wanna go to the lake and swim to the floating
dock,
Then make a dash for the television for cartoons soon as
you wake up?
Stay up late and tell scary stories while it’s pouring
and storming
Then ride bikes through puddles in the morning?
Do you still feel the same when you hear someone say they’re
sick of it
And have the sudden urge to tell’em what sick really is?
Does time become tangible as handlebars you’re reaching
for
But can’t get a grip tight enough to steer the course?
Can you see the best in us and where we always seem to
pass it up?-
The opportunity to be it and put it in the hands of blind
luck
Can you show me where I’m crackin’, and when I’m takin’
it for granted,
Where the advantage is taking a leave of absence in this
urban apparatus?
Can you show me what it means to have a next breath to
breathe-
Show me how to build staircases and bridges out of broken
dreams?
Show me what it means to live, what it means to hold your
keep,
Tell me how to push this car and make it run on
make-believe-
‘Cos when it all falls down, and where the rage comes ‘round
In a hospital room with a view through a window above
town
You’ve seen more than I might in my lifetime twice
crowned
So, thank you for sharing a moment of your time at the
coffeehouse
This much (I know, I know, I know)
You will be something
And in amazement (I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go)
Down the road to save the city
This much (I know, I know, I know)
You will be something
And in amazement (I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go)
Down the road to save the city
It was Patricio, me and the Milwaukee kid
The mornin’ after the show with Fresh Cut Collective
Feels like the crack’a dawn, but it’s almost noon
Full tank in the ride, but I’m runnin’ on fumes
Picked it up the pick-me-up
Soy milk, sugar, medium medium
No question, I’ma
get it done
Came to write and not give a damn where I’m leapin’ from
And there we were, seems perfect strangers
Have more in common than when we make arrangements
Paced with pavement, dates, and sense of placement
Between the luxury tax and hospital payments
I’d stay here and never look back
Recklessly abandon the past and everything I can’t,
Won’t and will not. No sleep, I’m up-
No sleep ‘til what’s done must be done
This is for the ones that believed when the sun
Wasn’t shinin’ our direction for months
This is for the people that put legs under our table
When we were ground-level and done
This is for Wylie, the family, the kickstarter backers
Urban Home and
Adam J Dunn
This one’s for Lu, you rock on girl
You’re my evangelion.
(MKE, as I am, take me
As I am, take me- la la la la
MKE, as I am, take me
As I am, take me- la la la la…)
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