Maximilian Eubank: Song Lyrics

Twenty four hours ago, I was sitting in the same spot
Shaking my head to remember what I forgot
Just ten minutes ago I was thinking about the same locks
I got to break, so I can take a shot
For one second I froze, I said, “wait one moment”
I’m a stick I’m not a rolling stone.

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Let those pains be bygones; let those notions go
Feel a sense of pardon; that I’m not a rolling stone

I just want to be remembered for something other than my fear
My toes touch the line, timid in time, turn back and walk away this year
Theres another one gone, it’s the same old song.
It’s a wonder I wake up in the morning.

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Keep your distance. I’m not kidding. What is this?
Simple arrhythmia roughing up my business
Don’t matter if a rapper ever likes my rhyme
I’m gonna bring it back and smack you with it one more time

Don’t need assistance, I got a natural resistance,
I’m running right, I’m pumping on all six pistons
I got 20/20 sight set on my goal;
Hear me out and help me up so I can holler for more

My persistence, all for shit and fish sticks,
Giggle on, but I’ve got sizzlin’ biscuits,
Nothing better than to butter my bread with your bones
I’m screaming Fe Fi Fo Fum, here I come

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Should have sent me a warning, should have sent me a sign
Then I wouldn’t have wasted so much time.

Bad day, so cut it with whiskey,
But it’s a warm day, so cut it with ice,
Bad day, so cut it with whiskey,
The tension’s so thick you could cut it with a knife

One day, so optimistic
Next day, just alright
One day, so optimistic
Next day, you’re running for your life.

That’s when I change perspectives,
That’s when I change my ways
Just when I change directions
I turn around and find myself looking at the same old place

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Here’s looking at you kid,
Turn around and find yourself looking at the same old face
Here’s looking at you kid,
You’ll be drinking to your youth ‘til you appreciate it
Here’s looking at you kid,
I aint no old man but I will be some day
So here’s looking at you kid,
Enjoy your fate.

One day it was elementary
Now its just stocks and bonds
Soon enough its cemetery
I’m dying so fast; don’t even realize I’m gone

Once it was so simplistic
But that was once upon a time
Now a days it’s so realistic
Seems like life is sadistic by design

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2005

He was a Euforian, musical historian, praise to the rhythm valedictorian
He was a Taoist, he sat the proudest, didn’t care who’s drums beat the loudest
As long as he was there b/c music is breathing; producing easy beats was his way to freedom
The seedy Greenwood park brought him to the light for: Beats up. Get down. B-Ford for life.

Beats up. Get down. Get more. Beats up Get down B-Ford.
Beats up get down this sound is found down around the floor
Beats up get down get nice, beats up get down get right.
Beats up get down its me and B screaming T-shirts for life!

Soothsayer,
Natty dread locks,
Player Play the way you want
Today is your day, in the sun

He had a big gap, in his big trap, never stop speaking or mouthing back
Sometimes taciturn sometimes just sit and smiling; omniscient or not his lesson was silent
He could read my mind right through my E-Y-E’s,
What’s the trouble brother, lets talk about it over some trees
Don’t bother lying to me, let’s together achieve, even though we’re not related we’re still family

Beats up. Get down. Get more. Beats up Get down B-Ford.
Beats up get down this sound is found down around the floor
Beats up get down get nice, beats up get down get right.
Beats up get down its me and B screaming T-shirts for life!

Soothsayer…

Teacher a preacher a poet a know it all, played phat bass and funk and dunked baskeballs
He was polite to young ladies, though a bit shady buttering em up til they was eighteen
No but really brother, I got nothing but love, even though you’re not here I know you’re smiling above

Soothsayer…

Beats up get down get nice, beats up get down get right.
Beats up get down its me and B screaming T-shirts for life!
Beats up get down. Get clean. Beats up get down get free.
Beats up get down I’m playing music with B right next to me

2009

Each day is made of minutes and seconds of bliss
And hours of tediousness
So I sit here in silence; harmony envisioning violence
Slave to my disposition; introspectively I listen
To my soliloquy

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And off you go, finding love and disposing of it
And all the doors you open, close before you know it
I know its hard, its hard to find and hard to notice
I know its hard, its hard I know it

I’m nothing but a conscious observer
Taking up work as a live concerter
I’m a jester open to suggestion
And I’m suffering from blind confession
I admit it. I did it.
I’m just surprised to find the lies suffice to explain your pride
That’s just a poor man's reply

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How many times have I looked at the sky
And not felt a thing
How many times have I looked at the ground
And just kept on walking
How many times have I looked at the moon
Shape shifting every thirty days; like a magnet in place; stagnant in space
It moves smoothly through while raising tides
Its a common presence in all our lives
So time will dance around your circumstances
Your control will stroll off without you noticing
Your memory gently saves your days
Keeps them filed away, hopefully unfolding

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Just because its been said before doesn’t mean I can’t repeat
Just because its written in stone doesn’t mean I can’t complete it
Its love its hate, its the bed we make we shall lie
Live it up till you die, but you wont be laughing all the time
Cus that’s life, that’s pain, that’s progress’ game
Its not tomorrow in everyone’s aim

Just because its been said before doesn’t mean you don’t need to hear it
Just because I’m not the first to follow doesn’t mean that I cant feel it
Just because its not always sunny, doesn’t mean that there aint no sun
Just because you don’t know who you are doesn’t mean that you are no one

Chours

I guess I was just left behind,
But sometimes a turtle's gotta take their time
But I don't want you to wait around for me,
I want you to live you life with liberty.
Its like talking into a rusty mic,
You've gotta enunciate your words sometimes
And take control with the tone of your voice,
And never keep score or your just missing the point

From the beginning, the grinning,
The livid, the timid,
The pick of the litter, the coma, the kicker,
The quicker the spinning, its all in the rhythm, just keep on picking,
Then later that day fall asleep watching TV in the living room

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I don't want your sympathy, I don't need your guarantees,
I will be who I'm meant to be, I just need you to take me seriously.
Your condescending contraband, you never ending iron hand,
Anyone that mocks my life, never gonna be a friend of mine.

Yeah, I quit and then I moved away.
Never will forget the final price that I paid,
But my decision is solid and you could never budge me
And just because you love me gives you no right to judge me.
So what? You think I'm an open book?
But even if I was you've never taken a look.
Don't worry its got big letters on small pages,
So you can understand my story in stages
You're killing me. You didn't bring your money?
You must look at me like a delirious dummy,
But somehow I'm the prick for not paying,
I wonder if you'll ever understand what I'm saying

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I've never been a poster boy, for a cause that was all just a part of the logic of God,
Its nobody's fault but you say that I'm wrong, make me feel like I'm lost, like I'm carrying a cross.
The whole worlds got a day to go, so here I watch it going out my window
And I take roll with a baritone and I speak clearly for the microphone

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2007

Its just been so long now, I've had something to sing about
Something not make believe; something not dreams
So I put my pencil down, sit here and think about
What she really means to me, what she really brings.

Its been an eternity, since I felt like I could proceed
To something not guaranteed; into the unknown
It’s a lonely life not having someone’s eyes
To constantly gaze into, and know your not alone.

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This is me giving you a kiss, this is me falling in love with you
This is me being candid, this is me howling at the moon
This is me soaking up your love, this is me when I haven’t had enough
This is me rolling around in your life, this is me with you dancing by my side
Living in love, or I’m not living at all.

And as I lay next to you, you look so damn cute
Don’t want wake you up, so I will not move
And then you look at me, I am but locks in need
Fumble to find the key, setting me free

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This honesty sobering, love is that way it seems
Brings me back down to earth so I know I'm alive
I hope you are hearing this, this whisper that I submit
I’ve found a connection to what you are inside.

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2007