Dad's Demo Lyrics

It's like starting from scratch

Fresh

All fresh

Hop up the boat, boxes unload

Seaside now, I can taste that salt in my throat

At least there ain't no smoke from the state below

Every June these fires blazing higher

Out of control

You ain't even safe from remote

They'll burn your home

You better off building a moat, no joke

Been a crazy year, on the way to here

Went from K-Town, then COVID came now

We back on the isle, it's been strange, while that virus spread, we started packing

An left that bitch with a dog and kid, three cats in the back, and a sack with rations

napkins, packs of matches, the gatt an, extra jackets, essential fabrics, strapped to mattress

We quarantined in the family RV, sort of squeezed between the trees, and my folks throwing thorns

at me

Just say it didn't go well, oh hell, that's how it's been, so then a hotel in Cowichan

packed these bins up again

Something's in the works

But I don't know what

Something's in the works

But I don't know what it is

Just me, my wife, baby, Beagle, and three cats, even when life would be slow, it seemed

fast

Next we crashed on Rock City Road, an apartment, but didn't know that building filled with

crack smoke, no spot for my two year old

So then the basement, adjacent to the hospital, the states went on fire, we were watching the cops explode

Racist tempers flaring, and they say it's tearing down obstacles

I always knew the cops be pig, but they're also full of lots of bull

And now with video, we caught control

All this shit in three months, four moves in a pandemic, wouldn't let us keep up, but don't stop, we can't let it, just when we start to regret it

(Where you headed?)

Get in touch with my bro, they say they got a farm in the forest where my boy can grow, so

I set up this gear once more to bring some joy, you know, leap into the void and go into my next solo

And all that time I was too depressed to flow, and I had just dropped LIFTED2020 on the road, so I suppose

I'll show my little dude how to mix a groove

Nothing to lose when we moved, at least half of all we had was let go

And now it's like we starting from scratch, so this is dad's demo

Something's in the works

But I don't know what

Something's in the works

But I don't know what it is

The lifted pro

Dante Jordan in my past life I'm a throwback, call me what you want

My mind's on my music and my soul's on sleeve

Take it no further than the factory, this shit is fresh from Install

Grown in greatness, raised to elevate this

Take heed as I harken

Held on high

A spark in the dark, illumination from creation of art

Welcome to my laboratory

As we start from scratch