Crossroad Endings (Comb thrashing jazz version)

by Prosperous

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New version by Comb, of this song from the PROSPEROUS - THE BRAINCHILD album

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You are a middle aged, mid-evil, medium rare, mainly minimalized cranium, swimming in my aquarium, containing a rare remedy of a rythm covered in lithium and delirium..clearly unaware of the surface and it´s whereabouts you´re drowning. Golden rings and glowing things aint able to shine or give a glimpse anymore, through the fog you chose to build on perishable foundations, reaching tall without concidering destinations, totally devastating, you found a pathway to the top of a hill without no sharpened skills ..You better re-write your wills?I´m giggeling while I´m writing this, cause you were the one in a limo questioning my team, on a constant quest of.... cheap thrill, fullfilling of.. someone else´s dream, bathing in cream, sooner or later you´ll come serene, eXpanding backwards..in lack of words to describe the bold relation to your actions being untooold.Your distorted eyes crawls, personifying niagarafalls, I have to break your walls into parts, because you´ve broken to many hearts. I´m a cyclone being customised, looking exaktly like one of your steppingstoones
Meet me in the dark of the night of your selfcreated crossroads, seat me in the spark of a light in a wealth-invaded shipload. Look me straight in the eye and read my silence..forget about time -Rookie aint it a lie I´m needing a licence..to crush your rhymes? x2
"for each of a man´s sins a demon awaits" and this one generates...a total destruction of your utterly, outer....in a selfinflicted relatiation kind enough to explode outside of your bodyparts..I´m doing it for the arteries, flowing out of my energy..connecting the so-called enemies, to the citizens of the planet earth..in a rebirth..of a society of variety needing no boarderlines, being drawn by a..conservative past, believing in looking glasses and breaking outcasts. Broadcasting the capability of your machinery..like it´s ment to be. Eventually making me think about suicide, when scratching your record..but it skips..wandering forward..to the next track..giving extracts..of a tomorrow not neccesarily being about who got money to borrow? Pondering elsewhere..following a hunch, being fully flared,wildly aware of the negative sides of wallowing in selffulfilled prophecys.I´m sligtly in the right mood to enlighten your fastlane..give me a torch and moondance to the beat of my heart moving slow.Frame by frame in a glanse, proceeding your start soothing foes.
Meet me in the dark of the night of your selfcreated crossroads, seat me in the spark of a light in a wealth-invaded shipload. Look me straight in the eye and read my silence..forget about time -Rookie aint it a lie I´m needing a licence..to crush your rhymes? x2
I know your building on cubicles ..and colourful qotes the man wrote. OH you´re doubtful, You´re not "giving a fuck" like 90% of your rhymes say?.. ..Close your eyes and realise....your alterego´s digitalised, your rollercoaster ride to fame had a final destination, facing yourself a singular being divided in 3 parts..cooperating with the main goal of perfection of somekiiiiind. First you got the body, solely looking for a new experience, next to the ego playing a roll of being unsatisfied when it strives for more. And then you got the soul, containing the everlasting heritage straining out of historical achievements ..of the universe, we´re part of. You chose to believe in flavours leaning back on the latest flare..opposing your health by winning, driving in cracks leading nowhere...It´s the end of the road and I came to reflect your story...refilling the cavities..you´re wondering why you´re floating clueless, and crew-less, I´m leaving you knowing how a part of yourself probably knew this.
Meet me in the dark of the night of your selfcreated crossroads, seat me in the spark of a light in a wealth-invaded shipload. Look me straight in the eye and read my silence..forget about time -Rookie aint it a lie I´m needing a licence..to crush your rhymes?..x2

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released May 31, 2012
Comb & Prosperous

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prosperous Sweden

Swedish extravagant rapper/producer,started making music in early 90´s with the group PLANT OF TRAILS with DJ PORTER.Formed legendary ASSIMILATED SPECIES in 1999 with NADASDI.Dropped releases in masses during the first decade of this century, partly through TE.RECORDS,then IDEALrecordings,247records, joined BRIEFCASEROCKERS IN 2008 with the group ORTHO ACUSTO, soloartist at the moment. ... more

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