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A Hailstorm on Independence Day (Produced by Chevelle James)

from Sunnyside Up by Smash Moody

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The sun is nowhere to be seen in the sky.
It seems to hide at times for reasons and I need to know why.
But I believe that if I try to close my wearisome eyes I can see whether or not the dream's still alive.
The seasons provide us with food, fun and disaster.
Till we reach death, some of us run to it faster.
There's been times I've climbed with risk of plummeting backwards.
No concern, just a yearning and a bucket of last words.
While clutching the last nerve my stomach contains.
And pumping something other than blood to run in the veins.
Chugging substance after substance just to fuck up my brain, cover the pain and make me numb for just a couple of days.
Thought process, I tucked it away.
Let somebody with something to say have it while I rust and decay.
Flutter away with the angels as I'm jumping from grave to grave.
Maybe thing'll change.
I'd be lucky to stay, but hey.

I see the storm start to rise in the distance, think I'll try to ride it out.
I'm feeling prime for some mischief.
In life, there's a place and a time for indifference and it's not when you're trying to live it.
So when I make decisions to say "fuck it" let the demons be guide, I cease pride as I watch another piece of me die.
Seeking to find what the people describe as true bliss.
I collide with the feeble disguise I move with.

The night skies revive with the flashing of lights.
Reminders of unending freedom and the passion to fight, action and plight, but I'm on a different level than everybody who's celebrating.
Consciousness, opposite of elevating.
I chose to celebrate my freedom by indulging in the one thing controlling and open to killing me.
Soak the liver, moat the river, wait and hope for delivery of another chance before I get choked with a guillotine.

I see the storm start to rise in the distance, think I'll try to ride it out.
I'm feeling prime for some mischief.
In life, there's a place and a time for indifference and it's not when you're trying to live it.
So when I make decisions to say "fuck it" let the demons be guide, I cease pride as I watch another piece of me die.
Seeking to find what the people describe as true bliss.
I collide with the feeble disguise I move with.

The hailstorm subsides on the forth of July.
Finally open my eyes.
Reinforcement of sight.
A brighter portion of light.
Set a course for the skies.
Metamorphosis.
I'm ready to soar high.

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from Sunnyside Up, released July 4, 2011
Produced by Chevelle James

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