• Artist: The Mad Conductor
  • Title: Soulless Experience
  • Genre: Hip Hop - Experimental/Alternative
  • Mood: Ambient/Spacious, Laid Back/Groovy
  • Speed: Medium Fast (95-130)
  • Instruments: Textures/pads, Electric Guitar (Clean, Overdriven), Loops/Samples, Bass, Keyboards/Organs
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 1/9/2013
  • Lyric themes: Personal Philosophy, Storytelling, Morality Tale, Music/Art, Bragging Status, Greed
  • Lyrics: I used to call people on the phone and leave messages While eating lettuceless sans-meat sandwiches The I married into fortunes and riches, divorced and took a portion of the porcellan dishes And like a lazy basset hound I sat around, waiting for a world renowned businessman to chat me down Sure enough one day when I was rocking my round a famous record producer happened to be walkin' by He said, "Hey kid, I really like what I hear - how'd you like to make a million a year?" "Hell to the yeah! Where do I gotta sign?" "Right here on this dotted lineā€¦" So we thought up a schtick - anarchistic politics cuz we knew all the young punk chicks would swallow it and if they did, all the dudes would follow suit and that for us meant a whole lot of loot. So I reworded old Sex Pistols lyric sheets We sold 9 billion copies in the first week it was released Our popularity increased when the ordained priest spoke against us in the streets Of course, he was hired by the label to hype us up Because whatever adults hate, the kids want to buy it up And whatever kids put on, the parents say to shut off, then they turn around and buy stock whenever labels might stop the most vilest stylist cuz they know the child gets whatever he wants and that means fat green for these class addled crack fiends their morals they always ride in the back seat So after five years of touring every street earth jail with extraordinary T-shirt sales I began to recognize the root of the problem It wasn't the branches - it was the trunk goin' rotten As we the citizens, denizens of everything crumble within ourselves to meet a deadly end, self-pity, self-hate, and self-involvement help us to corpulate this snowball while falling is the avalanche spawned on our own crooked ground There is no way to blame I'm not saying there's no group of greedy men, I'm aware who they are - our society is breeeding them out of necessity to feed our own gluttonous hunger forcing our minds into comfortless slumber We don't need to cut off the branches, we need to uproot the tree and plant a new seed to make advances Check it out - to remove the defective products from off the shelf We gotta consult the manufacturer within ourselves. I woke up, my band broke up, I cut the cable and then I beat to death the owner of the label. began preaching my new ideas, although I was reaching not many I hear All those kids formed bands of their own, copying the same thing I copied five years ago The chord progression and the style of dressing To clean this mess it'll take many a lesson My goal's not to crush this empire of evil, it's to merge on this network and inspire the people There's no more hypocrisy anywhere than there is on the punk scene My man jesse told y'all back in '87 still pieces unseen yo, yo, yo - the mainstream wants too keep us unorganized so that the records can poison the important minds of the children growing up dumb blind and deaf 'til they're mentally dead and there ain't one left to save them I don't listen no chump-ass indie rock I listen to big band jazz and do the Lindy hop My name is MC Devlin no last known address the most dangerous mind you'd be hard=pressed to catch
  • Keywords: rap, Bass, Guitar

About The Mad Conductor

The Mad Conductor

Center Valley, PA United States

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