Ceschi - Hangman

[@marxist93]

[Hook x2] Hang in there hangman Swinging from a gallows pole That dust from your bones Will help the flowers grow [Ceschi] Try to die with a smile on Your final fighting defiant song Long gone Are the worshiping fans and entourage Messiahs lost In a corporate sanctioned holocaust Falling off Is more than slipping from buildings or rocks We'll remember the classic records forever Those moments before hopelessness choked your focus and left you severed We can smell the death of winter It burns out our nostril hairs And tosses the frail Fossils from here Dropping entrails Over yellow brick roads That are now covered in piss Not gold Riddled with potholes So rot slow With the rest of the apostles God knows What the world could have been with you Before the mighty monster chewed your sinews And spit you into Something so cynical and simple [Shoshin] There is a terror that plagues the bearers of veins barren of blood But for the bitter fetor of liquid love Oh child, undone, your time has come In absolute awe, we stared as you fastened on to your fears fearlessly Peering into the mirror, then crafting songs from your experiences there Such searing sermons on the self, delivered from an impermanent pulpit Built of heartwreck, regret, sex, bourbon, and bullshit The crashing down was catastrophic The sadness sounded from some seven hundred thousand heartbeats halting Oh, entire cities retired to pity this liars departure The fires it sparked were but sires to quiet hearths where aspiring authors made i and irony mired martyrs Sirens sang from the swells, secrets you swore you’d never tell A closed casket to cloak your gross cadaver, bloated, throat, rope ravaged Your rigor mortise riddled corpse. this empty shell [Hook x4] [Mic King] They teach us pull ourselves together in a game of hangman Firing blanks and empty the clip now hang in the balancing act - uality That the honor we have is not about us but the collars we sla - shhhh ...And there's a hush over the crowd Hanging heads holding the crowns unload silver cloaking the clouds While clothes make the mantra affix ya face to waistband Take chance, risk inconsiderate vowels (vows) Line your liner notes by the throat, cause this is a noun Win lose or draw, go through withdrawals, perform to your credit Be deified by the palindrome at the speed of life by pawning your ethics Rise or fall in this life sentence by applied grammar Talk is cheap til they hang on your every word like sky banners [David Ramos] Give it up for once last time Yes, one last hurrah One final round of applause before our hero dissolves And when the clock hit ten There was no opening act No one to heighten impact The stage was fully intact For the one man band to react To the sold out crowd in his mind In 1999 No one could have ever thought there would have been a possibility of such a well adjusted wannabe celebrity to ever come to utter culmination like this So there wasn't any total bliss An imaginary pussy fest Cause there's no outlets left for the one man band As he stands on the stage half naked covered in sweat So let backup tracks on your Discman blast As you revisit the past And reinterpret the laughs [Hook x8]

[@alexfinck4637]

Shoshin went absolutely crazy on this

[@ghill217]

how does this only have 17k views? -__-

[@fakefourinc]

reference to the popular children's game of Hangman

[@ivbqwljrf234]

this is ill. Cats sleep on Ceschi

[@ChristopherFranko]

really chill man, the flow reminds me of some bone thugz n harmony meets lord infamous, meets psychosis.

[@WretchedAbomination]

David kills that

[@anthonycobb4354]

Nice!

[@switchovercrook]

to the dude asking the significance of the one verse, it means tht the only way to be certain u aint the one hanging is to be the one doing the hanging

[@brokenfacedclown1045]

Epic

[@BBZDarney]

Nice shit

[@meusikman21]

I recommended this song to my Tent neighbor at Bonnaroo. I forgot to share my contact info with her and her friends so Madison (and brother and friends) if you guys do actually check this song out and read this. Message me, reply, add me on fb.. Whatever. I was in Tent City and we spoke about this and John Frusciante for a long ass time. Cheers

[@Scouragous]

Any luck

[@crookcountysellouts]

The hangman doesn't swing from the gallows. What does this line mean?

[@GreasyHair237]

2mex and Sole had a baby. Ceschi

[@TheSMILEY1017]

Real music peace to nabahe grimm image LCEK

[@Xinuka]

bacon

[@xseth32x]

@L2tu59866 Nah dude he is not chinese at all.

[@ghoulletteprojects1169]

the shit

[@wedvarn]

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