Alien Orb (Rough Works)

by Work Nights

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All music written & recorded by Work Nights.
Work Nights is Kevin Liberona & Mar Hignett.

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released December 12, 2015

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Track Name: Another Slice
They call me the filthiest person alive
So these theists curse me and my drive
Believe it, they want me to die
So I’m hiding out high in my ride
Trying to buy another slice of the pie in the sky
I’d rather fight the price, but I’m not a business guy
I guess a girl can’t help shit, I just witness crime
They kiss my lips while I sit back in silence
You can’t help me peacefully when there is no justice
Society teaches you can never trust shit
'Til we reach change we’re forever fucked with
We’re caged flamingos with our feathers plucked thin
You can’t help me peacefully when there is no justice
Society teaches you can never trust shit
'Til we reach change we’re forever fucked with
We’re caged flamingos with our feathers plucked thin
Break windows when they wanna whiten our pink
Take hold, they’re just frightened of what we think
Be bold, we might have to fight titans for our beliefs
We must grow, sing, and write for what we teach
Bring the fire if you wanna ignite the streets
At least a pack of matches for light or heat
Maybe make a few patches for the lines we speak
We’ll be rapping around the province like twice a week
Played a bunch of scenes to speak to the teens
Like Jacob B, but lately it's breaking me
I've seen it appease dreams, but it's shaking me
These wasted days are basically shaping me
Y'all hating me, but I love this rap shit
Damn man-archists don't even know the half of it
Leave me be or show me, please
Stay running with creeps like my homie D
Behind on sleep, still grinding teeth
Rewinding beats 'til rhymes are peak
On a writing streak, find the leaks
Exciting geeks, hiding for weeks
Try to be discrete when you speak
Silencing the lies that you've seen
When you're riding out your true dreams
Through another boring routine
You can’t help me peacefully when there is no justice
Society teaches you can never trust shit
'Til we reach change we’re forever fucked with
We’re caged flamingos with our feathers plucked thin
You can’t help me peacefully when there is no justice
Society teaches you can never trust shit
'Til we reach change we’re forever fucked with
We’re caged flamingos with our feathers plucked thin
Track Name: And Out Of Vogue
She called me a queer battle geek
Meets mid-west indie like Saddle Creek
Or am I reaching a new emo niche?
Deeming my beats as tracks to bash police?
These schemes keep me relaxed when on the streets
‘Cause when my last release was out you weren’t bumping me
On chronic like D.R.E., on the road with no company
Fuck this capitalist world, I want something free
Even if it’s just a crumb of weed
Bumming drugs from whoever comes to me
But they run from me and my hungry needs
And my cross country longing for a lovely dream
But my ugly body always hovers above me
And so I feel so fucking disgusting
A dysphoric fortress still lusts for something
But I’m losing trust in whatever love brings

Honey, can I ask you something?
We're just so tired, running straight never landing
I know it's fate's way, though it's probably nothing
Though it's probably nothing
Do you know that this love stings?
A catfish love-ring, how am I still standing?
Always working nights, so now I'm rapping
Though it's probably nothing

‘Cause love stinks, so I just drink
And bust drugs up on my cuff links
So don’t love me, just drink
And cut drugs up with your cuff links
But enough drinks, just love me
Let’s push drugs across the country
If you don’t love me, let’s just drink
And cut drugs across the country
Track Name: A Long Autumn
She called and she said:
"You know you can't predict the end"
So I kindly replied on in rambles
I know she tries, she came as a friend
And so I'll try not to forget the end
Because forever is just a revolver
And I know on this path we'll meet in the end
And she'll still be a friend
Because, you know you can predict the end

I will kindly resign
This body from my mind
I'm caught in the duality of time
And it's fatality, you'll find
I'm battling on an uphill grind
Getting killed with the other cattle in line
Though, it wouldn't have rattled me in my prime
I would've settled down and sighed
But my mind is not my body
So please don't try and stop me
Don't seek to hop the Rockies
When society stays locked at the knees
They're blinded by these hockey ideologies
Jocks versus dweebs, but that's not me
I'm more Alexandra Dahlstrom than Mats Sundin
I'm not in bed with Santa but I can play Miss Swede

So show me love
A recluse and a drifter all at once
So why do we live in this fucking province?
If we try to leave, please don't stop us
From this resounding laughter
Pounding off the rafters
Howling after owl and antler
Farewell until October's over
It'll be a long autumn
Without the robins
I hope I don't hit rock bottom
Without your songs within distance
You know that I'll miss this
Bliss with misfits
That show me love
These reclusive drifters together at once
So why do they live in this fucking province?
I don't know, just don't stop us
Track Name: A Man; A Romantic
Carry orbs through the forest
Hoping it's glorious
The forest is enormous
Covered in corpses
But you still gotta carry those orbs'
Though they're heavy as corpses

Why my little lady, baby
You been acting shady
And barely coming home?
Maybe little lady lately
Barely feels like home's her home
It's not true, boo
It's a tragedy:

Over-sexed, under-fed
Hexed by another friend
Wrecking romantic intent
Desensitized frantic trends
A man's rants are all that's left
When you demonize masculine romance
You don't give post-patriarchal men a chance
You can't hate the dark in a moonlit dance
"Oh, it's June, it's more beautiful than France
Let's sing a tune all cute and hold hands"
Rings on your right and left
It's what you demand, yes
But you will impress despite your dress
Unless you insist on biting flesh
Igniting fights with old, young and the rest
Lest, you might not get by as a desensitized mess
So I don't care what you can bench-press
Or the breast aspects of your last sex-fetch
I won't lay back and take that
Hey man, don't say that crap
Be romantic and sensitize
Enchant all her senses