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Climb Trees

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Climb Trees was released on April 16, 2002 by Strange Famous Records as a part of the album Personal Journals

Song Details

AlbumPersonal Journals

Release DateApril 16, 2002

LabelStrange Famous Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sage Francis

Performer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Sage Francis

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Climb trees, go out on a limb

To find me, forget about him

Forget about hymns

What are those songs that you sing?

What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?

Sun set and sun rise, I'm my own personal light show

Flipping switches, moving from basin bottoms to plateaus

The earth manipulates itself beneath me

I stand still, stagnate, can't kill this lag state

Life manipulates itself around me

But I'm dead still, upright but dead still

Word is stillborn, I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on

If the building's boarded up

And the children of the corner liquor store don't wanna kick it no more

'Cause holes have filled the walls, sneakers are scuffed and toes become sore

I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck

Yeah, if these walls could talk, they wouldn't shut the fuck up

Jump in your pickup truck and drive from the mountain range

Cash the chips in on your shoulder

Cut your losses, die young, count the change

How strange, you think these clouds look lovely?

Smoke signals manipulate themselves above me

No symbols are below me enough to overlook

I know you read my every move, I wrote the book

Mind not the blemishes inside my premise

Endlessness is my to-be-continued

Noticing nervousness in my footnotes when interviewed

Shaking uncontrollably, "How you doing?" "Not bad, how about you?"

Brought it right back to me like, "What you been up to?"

I don't talk to freaks, I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs

I walk the streets, and they don't know I'm famous in 2000 years

So I say shit loud in their ears

And spit a wretched verse in their face

Disrespecting their personal space

In a split second, curtains and drapes get closed

They think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouths in the shape of O's

I break their window with a stone that has a note attached

It says, "I hate Jim Crow and here's a poem that lets you know the haps

I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down

Dead to this world, bury me now"

I am from a distant place that sits andwaits for my belated time to come

But it's too late, I missed my fate, I f with the deaf, blind, and dumb

My father taught me one thing, how to fire a gun

I don't bother, this is survival for fun

I have become the most sinister sin city slicker

Cynical dim witted trickster

Critical shit-grinning hipster

Whisper to my ear hole, tell me not to be fearful

Be careful not to make any sudden movements

Show me your soul, I like to study shoe prints

You've stepped in me before, I can recognize these stubby toes

That left these guys with bloody clothes

For a second time, nobody knows the pain I've seen

Nobody knows the pain I've seen

Nobody knows, nobody knows

Why I've got a bloody nose and how they made it bleed

Climb trees, go out on a limb

To find me, forget about him

Forget about hymns

What are those songs that you sing?

What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?

I am not here to make a change

I break chains, I break-dance moves and move strange

Fame misses, infamous for inflammatory mission statements

Living in basements, subterraneous Secret Service agents

With little patience, a pediatrician who hates kids

And women's lib is choked to death by their own baby's bibs

Baby, did you know that I love women who hate mankind?

Talk about it all the damn time, keep it coming, uh

(I hate men)

This conversation's mine, I own all the stock and bar in small talk

And I've trademarked this facial expression called gawk

So fuck off, my dysfunction's souped by ninjas and hockey fights

While discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights

All them bitches want me tonight

I've been so great and respectful

They only get salty when I bend them into the shape for pretzel

Make 'em flexible when I break their schedule

It only got hard when I asked them politely not to fight me and to give up

God-damn, this is easier than I thought it would be

If I attend any party and not fight it as long they're invited cordially

Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings

Talk to me, I wanna take you all under my broken wings

Who's the right man for the job?

Put up your hands y'all 'cause they're not tall enough to stand up to God

Who's the right woman, throw up one hand and wave it

Now I'm taking your job

Climb trees, go out on a limb

To find me forget about him

Forget about hymns

What are those songs that you sing?

What are those songs that are in your head, echoing?

Written by: Jeffrey Logan, Sage Francis

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