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Gray Filler

from Vanessa by Art Morera

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Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

We make music with our pain so you can heal again
Moving forward leaving behind footprints in fields and plains
Jump on a plane towards a much realer plane
Brush the shirt of my remains before you steal my chain
Washed my hands of my mistakes and made a geopane
They said “everything will be ok” then I was D.O.A.
Ironic how starving artists find ways to feed your brain
Living my dream til my wake was just preordained
Frosty window on a snowy runway in Colorado
Wonder how many flakes can I collect holding a water bottle
The audience yelled bravo, I flowed with my bravado
Starting will leave you startled til you ARE Aristotle
Time itself thought provoke, when I drop it’s this
Process of my synapses with a synopsis
Weary from my travels had to stop and sit
Are walking on water and running in the snow even opposites

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
(Silver lining from gray filler)
(What’s the difference between paint colors and pain killers)
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

Fresh out the ER, vagabond with sad rap songs
Sat at the pond to ponder, random dogs tag along
Morty woke up from a nap and yawned
Name on paper hand drawn
Jagged rocks gave a back massage
Time is free to spend but still at a cost
Held the title made a wave then land was lost
Another paradox
Squall in the Ragnarok on the Magnavox
Hungry wolf bumpin’ “Pigeon” by Cannibal Ox
Hands of time pickin’ pants pockets and slap box
Bandits watch, pop up at doorsteps jackin’ a box
Upload a file drag and drop, then they pass the aux
In the big apple profiting off a Macintosh
You know who loves you by who answer calls
Hold on

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Failed problem solver, love dissolver
Who can’t decide if to potentially fly is enough to fall for
Nowadays find Arthur with gray wolf fur
Sometimes we must suffer to obtain the sulfur
Stoking fires, let your spirit smolder
Same moral different stories some newer some older
Right hand rest on the revolver in the holster
Left hand clench a shovel that just filled a hole with dirt
Days became whole years nights lonelier
Both my vibe and my favorite shirts got holier
Crossing paths with my past is the only way to go see her
A far cry from the days of how once close we were
Takes courage to show fear
They say life's a day at the beach when the coast is clear
Had I known better in the first place for every trophy earned
I would’ve traded less space for more time til a cozy urn

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

I’ll just call back later

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from Vanessa, released December 12, 2023
Written and Produced by Art Morera

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