Jordan Miché - Madman on the Moon [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(He went crazy defining infinity through a mathematical equation)
Slaving away
Digging the grave
Madman on the moon

Lunar gravitation
Levitating record crates
Amazing

Patience
Patients
They all tell them
Patience

Wonders if when they were children
Did they swallow paint chips
Or climb power lines?

Don’t mean to whine
But I’m surprised
They can find the inner-peace
To even sleep at night

Sleepless nights
Insomniac with bloody eyes

Funny guy
At least
Until he had the ugliest of times

Between balancing rhymes
And the financial situation

It’s amazing
How he keeps the third eye
From turning
Cock-eyed
Lazy

Earth tiresome
Society?
Schizophrenic

Ride the bipolar coaster
Lie to your dentist

Tell him you want thrills
Sit back
Relax
Chill

Look up at the ceiling
And imagine if you had gills

‘til the drill hits
Clutching the arm rests

Fingers digging in
Sick of flipping the kill switch

Power surge
Oh yeah
Feel the burn

Wheels turning
Spinal fluid churning
Blood curdling

He runs his palm
Along this wall
Made of razorblades

Amazed
By this trail of pain
Shaking in his DNA

Jordan Miché

Soul screaming
Every day

Inner-demons
Stir this beast
Bees stinging through his veins

Chains
Shackles
They rattle
As the static crackles

Someday
I’m going to grab a bat
And jack
Someone’s
Adam’s apple

Or tackle both turntables
Crazy
White
And Unstable

Ain’t no Aesop fable
I’m a chop the mic cable off
And take it to the streets
From the alley to the bricks

Whip out this mic
And piss on stage
Wild
Every single mix

Jack-in-the-pulpit
With the wrath
Of a Step-dad

Hoodie up
Eyes glowing
Swinging the pendulum

Step back

Mental blade honed
As I float
The vocal stingray

Reaching inside your throat
To swallow your soul
Like I’m a Ringwraith

This emperor returns
To his throne made of skeletons
Alabama stares him down
Kneecaps turn to gelatin

Darth Vader
Barfing
Trapped inside
This glass elevator

Heavens’ stairway is closed
Take the highway to hell
Bells toll

Weaving through the catacombs
Echoing the maddest flows
Resurrecting dead vinyl
Lazarus arose

Manipulating instrumentals
Deffer than Apollo

Watercolor techniques
Painting seizures
Fresher than Picasso

Strobe light motion picture
Developed in this house of mirrors
Shadow boxing samurai

Scraping the wax
Out of your ears

Flash backs

Hourglass hypnotizing
Widows weave webs
Sands of time
Rewinding

They nod their heads
When they listen to this wobble head
But never get the message
Because they’re 21 and bottle-fed
Like autistic kids
Hands still clapping
Wrote a couple of verses
Now they think
They be some emcees rapping

Back to the snake pit
Hear their fangs drip
Uncomfortable
Like little children
Making out with sticky braces

Icarus
Sun burnt
Pain showing through his eyes
Wings dripping
As he plummets
Down
To his own demise

Builds a time machine
Of his own design
Three bullets later
Face down
The cello cries

They grab him by his neck
And choke his strings
Until he sings
Because overseas
For centuries
He entertained
Kings and queens

Master’s head got severed in the guillotine
Every single finger broken
Corpse bloated
In the ocean

20,000 leagues
Of the thousand yard stares
Deep sea
Reminiscing
Golden pocket watch
Still ticking

Down the abyss
Like a satellite in space
Davey Jones’ universe
Of broken masts and booms

Floating down the hallway
Of this ancient ship of Rome

Room by room
Skeletons with rusty weapons
Fill the gloom

And this war room
Showed it’s lifestyle of drunken pleasure

Last man standing
Died happy
With his sunken treasure

Blade through the belly fat
Inserted through the navel
Life after death
Baby Jesus cutting turntables

Like cradles
I’m rocking you all to sleep
Through the system
Just plug in the quarter-inch
Commence the brain rinse

On the dark side of the moon
In this boom box

Brewing moonshine
Stewing turtle soup
Out of moon rocks

The clock stops