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Rosegarden
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rosegarden was released on November 26, 2012 by High Focus Records as a part of the album Better.Luck.Next.Life
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Release DateNovember 26, 2012
LabelHigh Focus Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ed Scissor
Ed Scissor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R Legge
R Legge
Composer
Thomas Hawkins
Thomas Hawkins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Plotting points on a map
If point A's where I've landed, then point B's where I wish I was at
In between set points is a storm cloud forming
The forewritten laws that enforce how the stories elapse
Life in a matchbox, striking a fuse to
A move on the chess board, checkmate
Like moths to a fresh flame
Death's gaze dawn heavy, pause on the pawns of a fresh day
Cause and effect like carcasses
Fall from the force of the wreck like dominoes
Pour from the time glass
Sandstorm particles cast overruling this mess
Dawn of the vanguard template
Tarmac scattered on a spectrum following a set path, goose step
Four laws, numerous, born from the man-made mandates
Channels of the death march, who's next?
The periscope lines of these movements
Back to the chalkboards spinning like computers
Endgame total, grimace at the half rate cynicism
Part A vision of the future
Sunshine rays on the radar are sweeping an unholy sequel this evening
Stream of the four points forming coordinates
Caught in the mortuary grease we're secreting
Breaths grow heavy, lung sacs weather raw
Set course pattern stretch death door, teleport
March of the crow's feet, nails in the coffin tops
Caught in the annals like a copperpot travelogue
In these days of the behemoth
Great days fall foul to the storm cloud, short of the centre
Tapped like inner city switchboards bleeping
So meet me in the rose garden
Left at the turnpike, under the tarmac, last time ever seen
Rose petal littered landscapes
Rise up from the grid patterns casting these earth shattered fragments
Can't see through the trees mortar
Block dust smothers all in the spectrum
Plants of the universe open to pollinate
Grid patterns grimace at the glorious colourways
Town's lost miniature, railroad patterns pass
Grid patterns pass over life lost linear
Kerouac cinema, deadpan road films
Carved from the bone, brittle scars of the cannon beams
Waves of the future clash with the past
These marvellous backflips deepen the omens
Cast in a concrete cenotaph
Planting and penning raps, passing them venom sacks doper
Until the heavens crack open
And the paths get soaked by the bars like pins in a rat maze
Ascertain motion, gravitate lacerate acid rain potions
In a place where the granite slate laminates
Walls to the floor lined lawless
Cracks they fill dark tours of the back straight
Map phase waltz of the match faced porous
Grey grains in the daylight
Storm of the swansong, heads get smashed into pieces
Swords in the chess play animate
Jigsaw patterns fade gaps in the death door thesis
All that has gone wrong thrives in the skirting
Lines of the slipstream
Dive in the tide of the verminous right wing turbulence
Hiding the truth in the clues of a fresh fire burning
So meet me in the rose garden
Left at the turnpike, under the tarmac, last time ever seen
Rose petal littered landscapes
Rise up from the grid patterns casting these earth shattered fragments
Can't see through the trees mortar
Block dust smothers all in the spectrum
Plants of the universe open to pollinate
Grid patterns grimace at the glorious colourways
Written by: R Legge, Thomas Hawkins
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