Macromantics - Locksmith lyrics

[Chorus: Computerized Male and Female Voices] I Feel A Little Apprehensive T-Talking to You-you About My Life With My Own Voice (x2) Although I Think People Will Relate And Understand-Understand [Verse: Sage Francis] Dade county Miami, 1976 A baby boy living in a hotel with his parents Mommy was a maid there, don't really know what pops did But, he was training to be a locksmith We moved up the coast Back to where the grandparents live Perhaps for cash I didn't think to ask as a kid And I don't know where pops went, but things seemed stable Even when he left his keys on the table My single mom She was able to make it Without relationships Every so often Pops would show up and babysit It never made me think about his day-job a lot Until the day when my mom changed the locks In those days When he watched me When I think back in some ways Were, made up of coffee, six packs, and gun-play p**nography and projects Step-siblings and half-relatives But having kids was bad for business Girlfriends were the rage then Babies in the playpen Toddlers were plopped in front of television stations There wasn't just one way to say things Between the two households I outgrowed all types of combinations Breaking these codes and peeking through keyholes Finger on the pulse, stethoscope, stroke the needle Put my ear to the ground and hear the pins drop Gears in the clock turned like my stomach Turned like the dial on a padlock Rhode Island was the backdrop The world was the oyster Crack the shell Hand the pearl over to the lawyer In family court I make judgments I'm a product of my father's trade And my mother's substance [Chorus] [Verse: Macromantics] 1980 South Africa Johannesburg Little Lucy in the sky with the blackest birds Where planets turn Crash and burn Her mother gave birth Landed face first, Terra Firma, came to save Earth But wait, first She was raised there til '86 Parents altogether two siblings and a baby sis Then fate had fixed the next stage of her destiny The decision to move dad made it an [?] They migrated to The place that shaped her core Time ticket taper wars, that caved towards herself Introverted, binge and purge a dirge a spoon of hers So she tried to make sense Of the purdy doom and dirt Of the universe How she fit the pandemonium Writing saved her life, she took the pen and pad and wrote in them Sentences [?] structure and sufficiency The one the got away from the usual fishes in the sea Swum toward the underground of culture and mental webs Erased bad thoughts and guilt she used pencil lead To draw her own conclusions and Shade in the absolutes Finds herself in tracks and [?] Damn that's the truth She's come a long way To be here this very minute And continues until she meets her grave buried in it Every instant is a [?] potential we control She tries to capture the magic moments secrets hold In the heart, emanating love and self-discipline Right now she's standing in front of a well wishing in Throws the keys down Wow, head came and picked the lock Time heals with open arms Spread straight at six o'clock [Chorus]