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Joe Sodd the third
Couldn’t get it out my head, or get it off my chest, so I wrote it on my shirt
It’s kinda funny bein’ human nowadays,
I can feel the minutes swimmin’ relay races through my veins, but
If death wants to flirt
She can find me at Sadies dancin’ with taxes and every other common curse
I cut the grin, she drops the smirk
We save the talk ‘cos we both know she’s crazy like a fox
And not worth a promise first if I can’t even promise earth
That I’ll be back every time my shoes lift off the dirt

Love your life and it’ll love you back… sure
I’ll hold to that as much as gravity’s just a word
Because to learn how to fly, you gotta learn how to fall
And if you can stick the landin’ then you can fool’em all
Y’see the queens in recess never needed kings or crowns
They could freeze tag a game of kickball because they owned the crowd
I outran the herd and only slowed down to walk my grandma to church
She tells me stories of family fire and madness
I tell her keep it real, she tells me keep it Irish Catholic

And it’s that quick between a woman’s Sunday best
And I kid tryin’ to tame a Sunday mess
In urban warfare courtin’ cold stares
And crotch grabbin’ but it doesn’t mean you’ve grown a pair
You’re only 1 in an equation of these avenues active factors
Building with addition by subtraction
Kacklackin’ contraptions, slightly shy of dien’ laughin’
Cryin’ and smiling; for the same moment passin’
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CHORUS
Excuse me while I close my eyes
Turn off the headlights and blow through this stop sign
You wanna find out what’s meant to be
Well, let me show you how to let go of everything
Excuse me while I close my eyes
Turn off the headlights and blow through this stop sign
You wanna find out what’s meant to be
Well, let me show you how to let go of everything
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His gun shook like his confidence when he told me hands up
While hip-hop was hand in hand with hip-hop in handcuffs
By then I’d had enough and let the hammer drop
Pulled the machine loose ‘cos Minneapolis or not
This town can catch fire for all I care
So put your cigarette lighters and spray cans in the air
This goes to those huffin’ happiness out the zip loc
For the fallen bridges a governor couldn’t lift up

This goes to those who’ve been to the bottom of the bag
And’ve been back to take another drag
See I can spell addiction with four letters
I’ll show you how, but you’ll have to pour another beverage
It gets worse just before the good weather
So, me laughin’ at the rain- that’s just for good measure
Sometimes ya grin just to look clever
And that’s ok, ‘cos I only do it when I’m outta leverage

Understand the circumstances won’t get acceptance
So if there’s any last bullets and words- how ‘bout you send’em
See we can stare and grin and countdown the seconds,
But even death in old westerns didn’t get a moment’s preface
So, by the time ya gotta call the New Avengers,
They’ll be shootin’ messages through the messengers
You never expected it’d all come back to par
And the balance would return like the Hulk from Sakaar

Well, I’m here. Listenin’ to the wind kiss the trees
Sometimes mistook for sewage flowin’ underneath the streets
In a blink of this war, I could’ve swore for sure
I saw Joe Sodd the Third bikin’ around the corner

CHORUS

Hello Joseph, today the summer sun was shinin’ bright
But somehow the city fell frozen
You can see the traffic weave and the stoplights change colors
But for what if the earth stop movin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’, somethin’ must be missin’
Somethin’ must be missin’…

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from Breathing Without A Pulse, released December 6, 2011
Vocals & Lyrics by Toussaint Morrison
Keys by Linden Killam
Percussion by Spencer Austin
Guitar by Todd Bordewick
Bass by Alex "Ralph" Bennett

Recorded in Minneapolis, MN

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The Blend Minneapolis, Minnesota

A nationally touring group of misfits making sound wherever beckoned, The Blend dominated the midwest pioneering hip-hop and rock in the same breath from dingy basement rock shows to capacity hip-hop shows. Now, their fate unknown having disbanded for several years, Linden Killam and Toussaint Morrison continue the group's legacy of unconventional, top tiered sound. ... more

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