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A Nonagenarian Man With A Decrepit Cello
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A metaphysical image of an old man playing on his cello after the end of the world. This piece includes an excessive grunge flavor along with some severe depth, vague indications and graphic metaphors. The beat was produced by PmpeeBeats.
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The Official Originator Of Grunge-Rap.
I'm the letters that alphabet never heard about, the words that the lines couldn't manage to gather, the lines that the verses failed to comprehend, the verses that no song would dare to embrace, the song that no pen would ever write down.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #385
Peak in subgenre #54
Author
Iphorill and PmpeeBeats
Rights
Iphorill and PmpeeBeats
Uploaded
September 10, 2011
Track Files
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:10
Story behind the song
This was originally written for a topical audio battle, the topic was "A Post-Apocalyptic World" which fitted perfectly for the album I was working on then. I twisted the theme around a little bit and made it excessively grungy and vague; a typical artistic behavior from Iphorill. I don't know why but I was overwhelmed by euphoria while I was writing this song.
Lyrics
[Hook] X2 Don't ask me…How old I am or what I'm doing here. I might be…A glitch from above or just a souvenir. [Verse I] It could be a seism or a cataclysm but humanity sure didn't lack a rhythm in a felo-de-se, and here I am now with just a cello to play and fear I lay down inside illusion with tears I scarcely aborted my seclusion was the curse he afforded the mighty God…I'm still perusing the reason for choosing me and my music to be in conclusion of this world, I hate this stygian sky, no one is pitying my sh** ty end I feel like a trillion eye watching me; waiting for me. Seems like soon I'll be fading sorely My fate is horny with a weeping stare I guess it's time to give in and sleep with her [Bridge I] My resolution with no delusion… [Hook] X2 Don't ask me…How old I am or what I'm doing here. I might be…A glitch from above or just a souvenir. [Verse II] It's the cessation of this nation of mankind I stand by with less patience I can't find An infestation of sensations so ineffable I'm sick of all pitiful semi-days I wanna live a full life, give me rays of sun to renegade the darkness let it rain for every heartless note I did or didn't play on my shivering cello. Many words I've said but none has ever been "Hello" My skin is ridden with yellow; soon I'll cease to age, towards the dirt I'm sailing on seas of rage Earth is ailing; there's no way to cure her; the end is sooner I can feel it in every caesura she makes while revolving, time is solving all problems and in the process my mind's dissolving. [Bridge II] I need to borrow one more tomorrow… [Hook] X2 Don't ask me…How old I am or what I'm doing here. I might be…A glitch from above or just a souvenir.
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