Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics

All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher



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*TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria:



V.

Spit art

coming out

straight

from an ARTery,

saliva,

he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded

looks like getting smart to the

deep see diver,

underscoring see level

dumbing down for the market place acquisition

manipulating various varying variable

social objects marked down for a sale

his experimental examination hath failed

such a waste

oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind

is a waste of one' time

speechless, a mime,

gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits

old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid,

cooled by revolving fan,

intermediated by holy screen,

who rhythmically poets over beats,

beaten dress up half maskings,

asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet,

composed of little piggies toe to toe,

who's homes had had been blowed by wolves,

down boys at the heal,

echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity

as to arch after the soul

that wasted one's time

speaking of bow flex archery

building arcs

for two of a kind animalistic creatures,

created by the creator,

created by the man's mind's manners,

manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn

cleanser containment,

drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot,

upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways,

daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not

fair

enough

is enough,

to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver

CON-fused,

the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly

salivates analogous to an ARTery,

coming out

crooked,

deriving the art

of spit





VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them....................



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*TRACK 2: This/That:



Chorus:

A this

posing as a that

A that

posing as a this

this is a that posing as a this

that is a this posing as a that

posing as each other

and posing as each other posing as each other

and posing each other

apposing each other,

you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us



V.1

Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen

at their presence

we were something else

unapplicable to our surrounding area crews

dividing people like me from you and the like,

say the right things, laugh, smile on cue,

love the attention but pretend i'm loving you,

speak to one person who whispers down the lane

and word has bonded the whole group

i used to

think is was a matter of representing the whole truth

but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance,

entertaining the ignorance of othered people,

he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking

and shrinking at the thought

leading to another shadow self

disengaged



CHORUS



V.2

Different, silent, quiet when he's alone,

and mean when he's with his own,

its cool to be hardened by life,

conflicting stories,

love and strife,

charismatic status,

its better to separate my self from you

than to argue

for the rest of my life

i left the city

then i came back

only to want to leave again

i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence,

war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses,

polite political party people gather around,

lets see who the best and who the weakest is,

redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well,

you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess,

and the way that we express, we always skip stops

we fell on the right track but on the wrong train,

no need to complain,

it does no raise your interest rates,

"eyes up here" she says, "look at my face"

but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid)



Chorus



outtro: move on move one...........



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*TRACK 3: Not Never:



Chorus:



and it don't stop

not never

it never ever will

and it dont

wont

stop

it never ever will



(don't stop, won't stop)





VERSE 1:



a method actor

who got carried away

playing the role of psycho path

the devil's advocate

and i advocate

everything



i'm with you all

one and all

we are all

one in the same

we're all one

check it out

i am just the number one

son of a gun

just like you

i'm something like you

who knew

time flew away

mind you, a day

ago

a flow

display

conveyed

convex

go figure

from the ground up reversal

i speak in circles

with circular arguments

yeah



CHORUS



VERSE 2:



its so ingenuine

just the same words

over and over

its just a method

it is so hectic

the scheduling

and this work is busy

its all busy work

now we're dull boys

cus we have no play

in the playground

love

i am grounded in play

and the l.o.v.e

in the place to be

pretended to be an mc

if you wanna be

then you're a wanna be

(uh)

spice up your life

here it goes again

i will rock it on the mic

every time that i lie

just a method actor

and the whole world is but a stage





CHORUS





VERSE 3:



we blew each other's covers,

now we are open books,

single bound,

blank pages of nothings underlined,

unruled,

reading between the lines,

though there is nothing to read into towards the end,

yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front

cover,

my nominal value on masking tape,

tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings,

fragmented,

to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs,

my me mine a marble note book,

with notes of adolescence and society towards its front

cover

drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front,

cover,

covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko,

sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric,

sealing what we once reached for,

the secret too soon,

reading the end first for a second,

then speed reading through the rest and getting into it,

in and of its

self,

you,

me,

i,

and i,

we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed

which could not be further from the truth,

a fictitious piece of work,

dragging on one too long winded,

winding up under cover.....





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*TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to:



v. 1



you approached me with pretention

and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question

and we did this for years

and i saw my self as what you saw me as

and what we used to do was cool

but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord

and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours

judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies

in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with

one's owned perspectives internal attribution error,

consistant and cohesive

as to shy

away from dissonance felt



chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to



v. 2



concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response

to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition)



chorus



v. 3



i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one



we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice



he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are...



we blew each other's covers,

now we are open books,

single bound,

blank pages of nothings underlined,

unruled,

reading between the lines,

though there is nothing to read into towards the end,

yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front

cover,

my nominal value on masking tape,

tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings,

fragmented,

to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs,

my me mine a marble note book,

with notes of adolescence and society towards its front

cover

drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front,

cover,

covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko,

sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric,

sealing what we once reached for,

the secret too soon,

reading the end first for a second,

then speed reading through the rest and getting into it,

in and of its

self,

you,

me,

i,

and i,

we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed

which could not be further from the truth,

a fictitious piece of work,

dragging on one too long winded,

winding up under cover.....



Chorus



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*TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed:



VERSE 1:



everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can

because we're still alive

and your gone

and the reason your gone

is because of the thing that i wanted to do

that also failed

and is also gone

and he wanted me to be another thing

and by the time i finally did it

he became what i was

everybody's having so much fun

and i used to

until i realized

i was trying to be somebody else

and your having so much fun

but i know that your trying to be somebody else

from who i ever knew



and everybody want to have fun

and everybody wants to smoke

and everybody wants to drink

and everybody wants to get fucked up dude

and everybody wants to fuck

and everybody wants to fuck

or have really cheezy families

that feel really awkward to be around

and i'm living the high life

the revolution will not be televised

yet alone happen at all

outside of catering to conscious fantasy land

everyone has failed

and it is all a sham

nobody really cares about anything

but their own lives and the way that they look



(limited altruism

competitive altruism

look at me now

with all of my flaws)





CHORUS



my sad sad face

would like to smile again

but im so hurt ill never laugh again





VERSE 2



all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed,

including atheism,

this one,

and my own judgmental mind



its curtains for me

i have no right to rhyme

yet alone exist on this planet

the alien architect

thriving

surviving

off of your whim

everywhere he goes

isn't good enough for him

for each discounts that which it isn't

in and out groups

in and out of the loops

self vs. other

he laughs and smiles on cue

and everyone finds a mate within their class and range

physical attributes

compatibility

and so forth

for reasons

why

cognitions are dissonant

she the first cut

deep to the shallow

nothing ever lasts

until you become boring and decide that that is what you want

and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true

and i am not a teenager anymore

and where are they now

if it comes across as insincere

that's because it is

i wonder how

many concerns

we would bring up

if we didn't have people

that hold power over us

in our lives





CHORUS



VERSE 3



speaking in doubles

double O Devin

undercover spy

p-h-i double l-y



"do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?"



nope



i have no idea what your talking about

and its best that way

manning up and away

from those he loves

for that big promotion

sometimes

i feel the vibe

that you guys

hate the shit out of me

and it hurts my feelings

i wasn't feeling the vibe

but it was time to perform

so i did it anyway

and felt shitty afterwards

everything about it felt hoaky and stupid

sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks

that you don't wanna suck

to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck

is the way i see it

curse cursing

don't be so eager

you don't have to do that to please him

cus you are too beautiful

i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it

cus it defeats its purpose

and he thinks that thats the way to do it



what you enjoy kills me

and i hate it here

and i know you do too

night life or art

what did i originally want from the start



and death did us apart





CHORUS





VERSE 4:



i don't belong to this world

switch it up

depending on where you are

whilst dodging cameras

unless you so choose to hold on to your

cohesive

identifiable

identity

identical to those remembered

and most likely in the future

keep it together

conserve

laughing and smiling on cue

occasioned by you

setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves

redundant as to clarify

is to foreshadow

what has already developed ahead of your time

you make me sick

vomiting stupidly

with idiotic and moronic tendencies

and they say i'm a fuck and they're right

feed the buzz

plus who can you trust

when there's

too many mc's

not enough mics

is the belief

which is believable and fun et al

amidst your own i.e.

that there are plenty of mics to go around

but that money

and/or

connects

bring differing qualities of mics and prestige

affiliations

affirmations

as proof of what so ever and ever you already are

an ideal self

proven or actualized

by ways of evidence

to those who don't believe in you



CHORUS





(catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......)



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*TRACK 6: Hangman:



intro verse:



Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment,

i told him i would use it, i could have looked up,

but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out)



11:30 French,

such a mensch,

guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving

to persue her new, shhhh.......

wait,

don't hesitate,

it won't set 'em straight,

levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan,

don't say nothing,

good listener, a shoulder to cry on,

but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed,

less is more

except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy,

platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time,

grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic,

all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded,

hot potatoes on the couch,

boob tubes and lonely



verse 1:



even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own,

and the original is forgotten,

only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with

metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on

spawns a warm embrace and leaves space





cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what

ought

be done

fun is to be had by all

situations hairy and balled

the so called and called out



extra extra extraneous abundancy

read all about it

perception of fit

mental maps

walking on water

running laps

but you cant keep running away

from the grand master plan

sam i am a ham

egged on

by green envy of the men we

are seemingly supposed to be

sons of guns

where did we learn it from (scene)



V.2



I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow

swimming through chemical compounds, h20

liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy,

maybe

im indecisive, self richeous, i might just

break it all down

down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said,

im dead

serious

delirious

with blurred vision

a hip hop head on collision

a statistician

fishing

for compliments

a conglomerate

putting it all together

a playground

grounded in play

with mood swings that

change with the weather

and better for it

exploring

a nympho for the info of salient foreign

social objects

dont box me in boxes

i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks

blast off like rockets

while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious

im making progress with the prospects of my projects

i've got options

that i'm picking

i dig in

within

this win win

situation situated in

my state of nature

in which to state your

purpose

does it a disservice

maiming it worthless

none of this is on purpose

motivated by unconscious urges

surges

of adrenaline

i'm like pesky kids meddling

cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last"

not so fast

where are you going

where are we going with this

bare witness

this is bigger than the business



V.3



It's like im crazy on the microphone

but sane when you meet me in person

particularly if you know me well

which may never happen if our personas don't jell

wishing you will

wish me well

dropping nick names

nicks, dimes, quarters, and change

that i fished for in the fountain of youth,

that predated my date with the clues

that you should get in exchange for the exchange

that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand

do you know how to get back from whense you came

to there, where they say we should not go,

they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline

off the handy man's hands

that feeds the little birdies that told my minds

made up me to hear what you are saying

but to not to listen to who you think you are

barred

from the point of no return deserves another

now and then

to feel around

a rounded

dead object

objective to this associative interconnected networking

of crazies on the microphone

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*TRACK 6: Our Own Little World:



Verse:



speaking

kissing

listening

hugging

laughing

kuddling

napping

sleeping

dreaming

leaving

little by little



alone

together

we wither

away

decay

amidst times that fade

sooner or later

why do i hesitate

one day

we will both die





Chorus:



why are you being so nice to me

why are you being so nice to me





in out own little world

i feel you slipping away





Verse



Chorus

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*TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence:



v.1



his heart was stolen

he roamed heartless

partial to patriarchal

settings

getting

farthest

from the fact

that that

is this

and vic a versa

the observer is observed

and, but of course,

coerced

behind closed doors,

locked, non responsive

to hard knocks

the watch is

clearly merely

a schedule meter

now he's a wanna be mind reader

confabulating truths

checking in ones and two's

with circular arguments,

no, riddles and queries,

theories of the guilty which can never be proven,

i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in

such that all

are innocent

bystanders

good by standards within a reasonable doubt

such that the loud moth is hushed

implicit egotism and lust

set free from maya

or so at first believed to be but not

rather on a higher

dimensional plane

of existential formulaics

due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it

but take it

as it comes and goes

in and out of existence



chorus:

in and out of existence



in and out of in and out groups

in and out of the loops





v.2



freeze

duel processes

for better or for worse

interjected

inspected

and evaluated by means

of a non communicative

synonymous nature

of awareness

amongst the ambiguities

that are resulting from

the attributing to

stems of

dissonance of

cognitions

due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts,

self images acquired through observational studies

of one's public displays of behaviourisms

internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs

truth or dare?

i dare you to tell the truth

cuz

truth is in a liar prior to being inspired

i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire

and realizedm spitting through the wire,

that i'm

a king without a crown

or even being called a king at all

cuz, whats in a name

so lets freak the bleak

and just roll with it

go it with it

as it comes and goes

in and out of existence



CHORUS



V2



I was in when being in was getting in with the out group

i came out before branching out

from the family tree

rooted on the undergrounds

of the burial grounds

watered down

familiar to my me,

cultivated

gathering sticks that bore bearings

fruits of labor in due time

dated witnesses

needless to say

what is hard to tell

inklings of silent pens

timed and placed

their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word

pleasing for you to come in

out going

out sourcing

citing sources

in and out of existence

in and out of in and out groups

grouping dotted delinneations

in line

for diplomas

diplomats

caucus mounting

double entendres

their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word

pleasing for you to come

out going out sourcing

sighting sources

in and out of existence