Regular Day - Josh Martinez

I’m not naming names but right or wrong

Not all ideas are made to get along

Some clash and raise hell along the pathways

Some back up traffic like accidents on highways

The meaning’s diluted maybe its muted and beautiful

Lewd and musical, crude, rude or totally unsuitable

A few can roll the dice and touch sky like high rollers but

Most spend life pushing boulders with their shoulders

See purgatory knows us, knows us all too well

She’s been dying to find us lying so she can send us back to hell

Au contraire/ mon confrere, you got nerve to spare

Man I got souls to bear and holes to tear so stop staring

So stop caring, even if you can’t hold out, hold on

To your heartstrings put a coat on if its cold out

Simple rules guide life, those that don’t cause strife

Suppose you can’t hold on, you still gotta pay the price

(I'm shooting bullets at the sun and hiding all my hunger

I’m leaving for the ocean and i’m taking the train

I left on an ark and come home in a canoe

I’m walking my dogs i guess i’m drinking a few,) -bridge

Look out on the window what a regular day

But nothing ever happens in a regular way

So many words said nothing better to say

So I lay low while I watch the day go by

I chill around the house just waiting to leave

Living a life left with little left to play make believe

I can honestly say I’m honored to be having your ear

But I’m getting scared of people, I like to hide out with a beer

Hear a lot stories about how people are moved

Shit I’ve been moved touched discovered disproved

Blew through roofs, touched sky and spit truths

The lies tasted good but still you bit right through em

I do things and stuff, it ain’t easy but sho nuff

The breeze be feeling real good right now and how

I’m in a live band called the pissed off wild

We’ll punch you in the mouth and leave you with a smile

D-d-d-Down with pants up with skirts

Do a little dance and spit a quick verse

We Party til it hurts and then a little more

Party til the cops kick down the back door

Where do I hide to find piece of mind

When do I know when its time to go

When its time to stay up when your mind is made up

When you’re the last one in line screaming wait up

Engage pages, put the fire in a squire

To Enflame stages and walk the highwire

Shit they filled the moat with beasts and built the drawbridge

They filled up the prisons and took folks hostage

It’s butt ugly and its filthy and its fated to die

Its huge and disgusting and its killing my high

Get off the dope you damn hippies and get a real job

I’m so happy with my life he screamed as he sobbed

And dreamed of walking off the beaten path but didn’t have the heart

Believing he can do anything but don’t know where to start

See I meet people and see equal eye to eye like

Who and what am I and why I claim a name that isn’t mine

Friends know me I’m the homie only I’m known as Matty

Not to twist our connection /its just self protection…

See the josh is a symbol, maybe more of a projection

It’s a vessel that I use for crossroads and intersections

Me I breeze through night like dream flight it can’t compare

Cause believe it or not, I’m walking on air

To be numb struck with awe and so cold hearted

Stuck with retarded cards to hold so we folded