1. |
Born 2 Crank
02:51
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i don’t know how much longer i can stand this pain
cause in this world its either grain or be grained
all these fuckers trying to keep me down
don’t they know i'm the best printer in town
i'm tired of all of your shit
i'm moving up to 320 grit
cause baby i was born to crank
i came out with a roller in my hand
and maybe if you sponge for me
i'll ink you up and help you understand
they said i could never work with touche
or do multi-layers they said there’s no use
but i just plug my ears up with gum
18” by 24” here i come
and if you try to make me stop
i'll burn you out with a 20 drop
cause baby i was born to crank
i came out with a roller in my hand
and maybe if you sponge for me
i'll ink you up and help you understand
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2. |
I Live 2 Crank
01:54
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i’ve been getting stoned everyday and i mean that in quite a literal way
printing is my prince
and the press is my mistress
working round the clock, graining and etching in the shop
my fingers stained with ink it never stops
rosin in my hair, white like talc my piercing stare
caked in grease i cannot cease
the music of the gears that bring me to life
i’ll spend my days cutting paper and sanding edges down
if this is wrong than i don’t want to be right
from the rock where i was hewn
to the crypt that is my tomb
i lived, i live, i lived, i live to crank!
color clouds my eyes as i start to make monotypes
picking special places for you
fill my world with orange red pink and blue
i stick to you like ink sticks to grease
to say that i love you would be saying the least
from the rock where i was hewn
to the crypt that is my tomb
i lived, i live, i lived, i live to crank!
i lived, i live, i lived, i live to crank!
i loved, i love, i loved, i love to crank!
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3. |
My Cranking Dayz R Over
03:39
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i used to crank everyday
but now that press seems so far away
i try to touch the sparkling quarries up above
your memory’s a ghost of the image i once loved
when i wake up i feel so strange
it seems as if the world has suddenly changed
i long to grasp a levigator in my hand
but sometimes things don’t go as you planned
roll me up with gamblin’s when i die
wash me out and leave me there to dry
buff me till i'm clean
no more lithotine
shut off the sink, turn out the lights
dreaming of the printing parties on late nights
my dear slab, i’ll think about you now and then
here’s one last goodbye until we meet again
until we meet again
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calmywormy Athens, Ohio
imagine if a worm decided to pursue a psychology degree above ground, went to a small midwestern university and then listened to the magnetic fields for the first time. thats me babey!
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