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Insane World

by Mixed Blood Majority

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Insane World 03:55
Joe Horton: Too bad you can't be a prophet in your hometown No more yelling in deaf ears ' Fuck this whole town [Suit up and eat your breakfast soldier ' Hold the fort down] Yea I bet I burn that fucker down before I pucker up Stuck on the cusp of a new age of human consciousness but don't think because I talk like Alan Watts that I won't rock this shit Name dropping the dead ' Finger to obelisk Damn the ominous storm and them totems I Fou-caulted 'em and threw some lye on their ovum so nothing ' not even hope'll grow flick a lit match in slow-mo it flies like a flaming moth wing out of the many optics on me not a one could stop me I grab my gas can and then split with a squeaky conscience Chorus: All I hear is ‘your side, my side, borderline, chalk line Brotherman which side are you on? Which side are you on? Somewhere between midnight and the thin light of a new dawn Insane word ‘ Insane Insane World Crescent Moon: I used to be your only son ' Made me feel like an only child, now I’m not the only one But that dish is overdone ' Feed it to the fire and join the choir of lonely tongues This whole city is a crime scene ' Everyone’s a suspect if you’d seen what I’ve seen I’m just a pixel in the widescreen ' Bracing for the bullets when they hit me with the high beams The sky blurs like someone else disguised her Now my sides hurt and there’s Xs where my eyes were synthesizer send a soul to save me ' Retroactive raise me, September 1980 Eleventh day, maybe, somewhere around noon time Too late for baptism ' Too early for moonshine Choctaw bloodline ' Blurry as the chalk around the body of my brother on the wrong side of chalk line Chorus
Joe Horton: Cue the hip-shake ' Get the dead-headed rowdy The stuttering neck crowd is pouting [Why?] They wanted a god and got a particle Cut to them pissing their pants ' Cut to my victory dance Postpartum depression to pre-mortem There I go again with the doom and gloom courtship My bad ' Promise that I'll change my tune Something more appealing to the wasted youth I gotta face the truth ' Spinning in circles trying to find to it No luck yet' No fucks left You want me you got me Man I got nothing to lose Nothing to prove to the who's who of the screw loose Too few knew the funeral march by heart So when I started to hum it the punishment loomed brutal Phones lit up like the city at nightfall The glow of the zombie army with nothing to fight for Chorus: Living with it, hiding from it, feeding off me Private Public Living with it, hiding from it, feeding off me Private Public Private Public Crescent Moon: Be patient ' Every time the sky falls we’ll hide in the basement and listen to the night crawl If the moon’s vacant, we’ll gather ‘round the light bulb When that thing burns out: put holes in the dry wall Open your eyeballs ' Tell me what you see Hey, hey, is the coast clear to shuffle my two feet through streets? Move sleek ' Who’s he? The hood in the back row? Holding a black rose Don’t know how to act, though Half pterodactyl ' Half gone ' Half-hearted attempts to catch a glimpse don’t last long do they? Who they talking ‘bout too late? I found out all these suckers must be drinking from the same batch of Kool-Aid Now what it taste like? Savor the backwash The color of dead skin ' The flavor of asphalt Now if you bite, you bit it ' Tou might admit it You’re not the type only the righteous live it Chorus
Intro: You know where I’m at ' [Where you at?] Getting high with the scum out back ' Catching feelings Knees to the floor ' Blowing smoke to the ceiling ‘til my eyes like funhouse glass And I can’t get enough ' Pant and I puff Can’t take it anymore ' Pour a little in my cup Drink it up quicker than it comes Like I got a hole in my cup Can’t can’t get enough Joe Horton: Paid a pitiful pittance to get rid of the gimmick and strip down to the simplest yeah Now I’m as ill as it gets Sick with cure baby Sick of the world looking at me like you’re crazy when you’re crazy Can’t take it anymore ' Can’t get enough Too many eyes on me now for me to give it up ‘Least not in public Preach all that free shit I want Deep down I know that I’m not What you think-Fuck what you think that I’m caught? In between a rock and a bottomless drop Like it or not it’s either jump or fall and not a one of us is dusting off None of us are dusting off We’re just looking for something to call home On the way down trying to drown like a king of the bar throne sinking in tar slow ‘ screaming I’m on top Take one down, pass it around ' 99 bottles and I still ain’t drown 99 bottles and I still ain’t drown ' 99 bottles and I still ain’t drown Crescent Moon: Tell the spectators they can stop watching Finally hit rock bottom like a stock option Somehow I got locked in ' My body wants the toxins Free-falling from the clouds is how I’m caught often I hear your god talking: “Please believe in me. Please believe in me” I hear my god often: “You’ll be needing me. You’ll be needing me” Raise a cold glass, drink to my health Put the glass down, sink to my hell Why can’t I just think for myself? Pour some out for the day that I fell Chorus
Blinded 03:32
Crescent Moon: If I could sell the snakeskin back to the serpent Then non-believers turn to Jesus and start preaching the sermon I thought I told ‘em repeatedly not to stare at the sun They forgot to blink and now they think that I’m the arrogant one Please don’t compare me to none them that’s careless with tongues They made a choice to be dumb ' Now the embarrassment comes If it’s not apparent to some that choose to follow the herd Act like they leading the pack, then watch ‘em swallow their words Like dessert, like they’re hollow like it hurts to be them Maybe they’ll ask to switch their masks so they can borrow a friend Tell a friend, neighbor, lover, the next savior you discover you’re in the market for hearts if they beat like all of the others Conformity won’t kill you, just the life in your tongue Don’t take my word for it, take the silence after I’m done You might think you’re everything your mind’s eye touch Keep your ears open and your eyes wide shut You will get blinded when the skies light up But don’t believe the hype from guys like us Chorus: Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ' Run and tell ‘em who it is Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ' Run and tell ‘em who it is Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ' Run and tell ‘em who it is Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ‘ Run It ' Run and tell ‘em that name’s ringing like… Joe Horton: 7 bil yelling may day ' Except for when they dream so they just sleep between the pay days Derelict is in black ' Rent’s in cash when the man gets back shit better be in tact You caught on a dozen cameras just flashing that old decoder ring hoping nobody notices Open that dirty orifice ' Insert final solution It’s that or another movie binge Double tapping on groupie tits White or black skin you’re a captive You ain’t got money less your lawyers got mansions You ain’t running shit you just a stand in Flesh to a phantom ' Something for the mob to get their hands on You might think you’re everything your mind’s eye touch Keep your ears open and your eyes wide shut You will get blinded when the skies light up But don’t believe the hype from guys like us
One Chain 03:42
Chorus: Nose to the grind all day ' When it comes to money, man, it’s all fair game Said they got 100 dead niggas, one chain [Dangling] ' 100 dead niggas, one chain [Dangling] Nose to the grind all day ' Holes in the boat and dancing to make it rain Said they got 100 dead niggas, one chain [Dangling] ' 100 dead niggas, one chain [Dangling] Crescent Moon: Stay still ' If we act right maybe they will give us back life ' plus the food scraps they spill Angels came down and told me I should pray til the chains feel tight enough to hang me by my ankles Pray til the pain feels like Jesus when they bleed us Told me pray til my grave’s filled, then they’ll finally free us Oh I’m grateful, thankful Master made me half-white I know I’m lucky that he’s that nice Chorus: Just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while ' Doesn’t mean he loves us back Just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while ' Doesn’t mean he loves us back Just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while ' Doesn’t mean he loves us back Just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while ' Doesn’t mean he’s on our side Don’t believe him when he smiles Joe Horton: Chop it up with killers to get on the bullet’s good side Either plug an ear or duck in fear and if you could hide from eyes in the sky Life’s sweeter with your piece of the pie Try fasting they got cleaners that’ll snipe you at night Overseers that’ll read you your rights Whip cold in the holster Still I’m feeling older than I’m supposed to Grind taking two tolls ' Flesh and soul Heaven knows the pressure so intense it left me two tone Half of me is atrophied the other half is too strong Average it and move on ' Don’t feel like I’m human Skin peel like it’s glued on ' Oh shit what have you done? They gon’ start to panic thinking what planet are you from? If etiquette’s divine then ' mine is the crime of a new athiest who waited too long as a pawn of satan to say this shit Pink slip or guillotine ' Wither way you leaving in a box Gotta feed the beast Chorus
Joe Horton: Is this a fortress or a jail cell? Drag the warden out One more bag of skin on the pile with a gaping orphan mouth Lookie here little birdy regurgitating it hurts me There's certain pains I'll endure, but you gotta pay me first So says the older of the satirist twins swinging a twig with a padawan twitch Saddled with nerves at what lurks under murky surfaces The mystery's king If you didn't ask a question why you kissing the ring? Huh? Soft shoeing, gun clapping, that’s the same dance Festooned the exit wound with jewels to get you lined up Don't look like you mind much ' Cueing for the crosshair It's not fair ' But only thumb sucking bitches and punks duck So says the younger ' Punch drunk and crazed from the hunger pain Undercame his dumb luck with novocaine and sugar pills Took a real man to admit he wasn't real Now he knows just how his brother feels Crescent Moon: Run while you still can ' Walk while you still stand They’ll have us down on all fours ' We fall for the bills and the pills and the thrills and the mansion on the hills and The shallow end is deep ' Ain’t no telling where we will land Keep your fire light low ' Otherwise they might know our whereabouts and whereabout we find our inner light so the night cold ' Best watch your step upon the tight rope If one falls, we all fall ' No lifeboat, no white horse to ride off in the sunset, Happily ever after ' They ain’t never changed the script, they’re just casting better actors [Hope you’re ready for your close-up] ' Hold up a minute, don’t be acting all surprised when they roll up in tinted windows asking for your identification [Why spend your time chasing peace?] With eyes in the sky, vacant Lost my patience for every operation concerned with force-feeding information in the face of every lesson unlearned Chorus: Every lesson unlearned ‘ No stone unturned Long as the sun burns ‘ Long as the sun burns
I'm With It 02:40
Joe Horton: Better act like you know how to navigate the overgrown binary jungle or that’s it for the misfit ' click click racking up stats Couldn’t care less stance ' Pat on the back addict Back at it ' Stack fun tickets like a bad habit Laughing all the way to the cash in It’s your quarter hour you bask in it I can tell it from your selfie pose you’re a special rose and the world’s most venerated passionate Ah! Unbridled finally do battle with lion We like to see blood on the page in defilement of everything lamb like Damn right ' I’m with it Down to pull a stooge on a doe eyed droog and you know I move with a crew full of similars ‘ F I X Other cats try but they never get the clone right Goes like this… Crescent Moon: Blasted ' Put me out back where the trash lives Never should’ve opened up the ziplock plastic Trapped in my body ' Feel like gridlock traffic [This massive ' This for the masses 'Built so high that they can’t look past it] If I [If I] ' If I’m being honest I do sit back [Sit back] ' look what I’ve accomplished I can see that [See that] ' yes, they really want it Written all over their responses ' Consciously or unconscious Atheists and agnostics swear to god they just felt the prophet But the truth is music just moved ‘em to the point they question their logic Y’all don’t know what to call it ' Why even give it a name If the only purpose it serves the jury’s to frame it and hang it? Am I speaking your language or do you need it translated? Do I gotta break it down to that ' take it down to that same-old-same station? How many gon’ vibe don’t hear me though? Just let it ri-ride material? Better close your eyes for the lullaby high ' Get lost inside the stereo
Foxes Den 03:29
Crescent Moon: I got frenemies ' Got a lot of frenemies Got a lot of people think they’re something they pretend to be But eventually, expose them and their tendencies Put ‘em in their proper place with silverfish and centipedes Tie ‘em in the trees, have ‘em swinging in the wind and breeze for centuries then maybe I can finally find a sense of peace Extermination physically and mentally Potentially lock down their potential in penitentiaries Joe Horton: I was born in the foxes den ' My brain was deprived of oxygen I came to despise this box I’m in ' but then the joke hit Maybe they don’t know that they don’t know shit Chorus: All my people mixed blood ' Put your fists up Put your fists up ' Put your put your fists up All my people mixed blood ' mixed blood Joe Horton: I was born in the foxes den/ my brain was deprived of oxygen I came to despise this box I’m in, but then the joke hit Top siders got a lot of nerve Right until it’s time to swerve Tires on fire that’s the final turn Fire hot enough to make a diamond burn Better learn quick or them michelins make you eat your words Camera ' Who the fuck is that with the camera? Camera ' Why they aiming at me with my hands up? Can’t run ' Got me 360 panorama And I can’t kill a villain ‘cause I am one Chorus Crescent Moon: I’ve been every shade under the sun I’ve been every name ever came off of the tongue I am slave in the slave owner’s blood But no matter how I change I remain as one Chorus
Burn That 03:24
Intro: Mountain long way away Nothing but sand by now Like a dead star shining lights my way from the grave and I sat right down Laughed out loud River no banks, I’m the whole thing Even though it looks like the eddies have eyes and that many men die from floating Joe Horton: Time time Nothing but time Nothing but time and 7 8 9 Words that my man wrote shiver up my spine Nigga on a tightrope Thinner by the mile How how, can I get down? One step to left do the trick That’s where the rest of 'em is Spit with a pessimist twist Make it sound dirty Don’t look down Don’t look ‘ Don’t look down Chorus: I been a million places ' Opened a million doors I seen a lot of faces ' I forgot ‘em though I forgot 'em though ' I forgot 'em though I seen a lot of face ' I forgot 'em though Burn that ' Burn that ' Burn that (I don’t want you to) Burn that Crescent Moon: I threw a stone at castle walls trying to smash it all when I ran out of stones I used my bones ' it had to fall Gave it everything I had and then it asked for more Left me standing back in awe ' The granite didn’t crack at all I seen a sea of cloudy faces ' I forgot ‘em all Don’t know their names ' which road they came here on ' which God they call Cutting through smoke (cutting) ' Nothing but a joke Nothing but a boat in the ocean tossed in the waves Tried to look ‘em in the face while they’re going through the motions Mountain long way away Nothing but sand by now Like a dead star shining lights my way from the grave and I sat right down Laughed out loud River no banks, I’m the whole thing (x3) Chorus
Chorus: City’s sleeping in a million pieces and they’re all exactly where they’re supposed to be Little people in a big machine trying to live the dream without opening ‘ invisible eyelids What’s it like on the other side? There’s no preparing for a new awareness Plus you wouldn’t believe me if I told you You wouldn’t believe me You wouldn’t believe me if I told you There’s no preparing for a new awareness Plus you wouldn’t believe me if I told you Joe Horton: Red hand and a fistful of dead time [Chill out] Stick to the script or with one flick of the wrist you'll be licking up piss where the immigrants is ' Bitch get a grip Get money ' Get rich Get your check signed Pick a chemical to get by Pick a ' Pick a lie then stick to it Game day nigga Stakes can't get any bigger Snake and a river and a thin line between 'em Thinner than the ribbon on a tree trunk Thicker than blood dripping from the tip of a pigeon feather Written in some indigent tongue is a letter in the dirt to the death hum Predators cry out ' Render the flesh numb Best of 'em do the reticent clown Rocking a red lipped smile while keeping the head hung Crescent Moon: Had a dream last night ' I was the only one woke Everyone else was sleeping ' Living their lives in mirrors and smoke Walking ‘round unconscious ' Not alive, not dead I tried to shake the pacified passerby but they seemed satisfied trapped inside their heads Tried talking to ‘em first ' Started yelling when I saw that didn’t work Cussing with my hands in their faces ' Cops came ‘round tried to put me in bracelets Sleepwalkers closing in ' Cold as the streets that I’m frozen in Only one woke only one that can fight back Eyes wide open, I don’t come with a price tag Chorus
Joe Horton: Half speak en vogue in the cesspool Idol tongue running this Cunning as the best fool sitting on the top of the pyramid Tried to help him down, but he wasn't trying hear it Fine then be like that ' Live in my skin and you would see that trap Stack cash with a tight ass midas touch ' Finance your ransom [Rise up] Right as the crash comes Half done don't play with the cops in your brain they're impossible to slay with a cap gun Captain, old flame of the waves getting paid to be brave throwing souls to the flash flood Rats run with their tails tucked Crew stuck nails in the planks to impale us Blood for the wind god ' Praying to an ear that has been gone Sinking with the sails up ' Wonder what went wrong Chorus: They put me in the cage with the others ' Thought that I was tame but I wasn’t Now they got the same thing coming ' Yeah, they got the same thing coming Faith ain’t nothing but a game face, cousin ' Trying to save face everyday take cover Halo on the cage made of buzzards ' And they got the same thing coming Yeah they got the same thing coming Crescent Moon: Died with my boots on ducking thin lies ' Dim eyes on a new dawn And when the feeling came it was too strong [Yea, bet it wasn’t long ‘fore you moved on] Too gone to speak ' Too gone to care ' Too gone to notice Out of focus ' Hope is hanging by a hair I found another way to leave my flesh behind Where stress resides and self doubt crept inside Took a deep breath filled my chest with pride Stetched my mind and death pushed the rest aside Pressed rewind, now I’m lookin’ who dunnit? Who want it? One, two a few hundred? Firing blindly in the dark all I see is the spark from my tongue and I’m trying to hit my mark My heart, my lungs, they start to come apart from the hatred they’re weighed with and from the start I knew that I was destined for the path I walk The mask is off from birth til the casket drops Started off slow, ended up running ' Don’t matter in the end ‘cause we all got the same thing coming Chorus


released December 4, 2015

Lyrics and vocals by Joe Horton and Crescent Moon (Alexei Moon Casselle)
Produced by Lazerbeak
Co-produced by Graham O'Brien

Vocal recording by Stephen Lewis
Mixed by Adam Krinsky at Bellows
Mastered by Huntley Mille at HM Mastering
Art and design by Kai Benson



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Mixed Blood Majority Minneapolis, Minnesota

Crescent Moon (of Kill the Vultures)
Joe Horton (of No Bird Sing)
Lazerbeak (of Doomtree)

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