Czarface Meets Frankie Pulitzer - "Grim Visaged War"

Czarface Meets Frankie Pulitzer - The New Album - Out now! Now streaming everywhere! https://czarface.lnk.to/czarfacemeets... Shop vinyl, CD, cassette's and the merch collection now at - https://www.shop.czarface.com Video / Edit: Alex Pint Studios Lyrics: 51 / 49 - corny line sort of like a lifeboat shanty on the borderline between the principled and an order line marking time be goodly how could i be? my mind is open trauma finds the potent we're all inclined to find our kind hardwired to join the tribe cuz ostracized is not advised the woods be full of unforgiving times we should be organized inspired by the charismatics on this ride acrobatic climbs conjuring the gods in their rhetoric if it's polyester then forget it where's the common sense now, how do we protect it? better yet a broken clock is right twice a day but we know they steer the message influence the very best intentions corrupt the essence of a good thing cuz ultimately everybody's struggling with certain existential questions Eso: and that could be the lesson when you pressin' on the texture of depression in a session just looking for that large meaning, but looks they are deceiving unless we mean samara weaving tell me what you are achieving fire put you on my mantle turn you to ash like your new handle is bruce campell no doubt i be outside like the staff at chick-fil-a KG to Brooklyn, how I leave you in disarray (dis a ray Allen) Shay give this once considered dead art a fresh spark I shoot sharp like Bret Hart my excellence of execution that's the best part, check your jaw it's wide open like the barn door i got more axes to grind than i got arms for richard the III knock you off your high horse yeah dinner is served Shakespeare / Richard III: Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.