Armand Hammer, The Alchemist - Indian Summer Lyrics

You understand me?

For me, music and writing
No connections, no car, no money, no bankroll, no clothes
No nothing
All I had was the will and the love for music

I swore vengeance in the seventh grade
Not on one man, the whole human race
I'm almost done, God be praised
I'm almost done, every debt gets paid
I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it
We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated
Came home stinking of gas in the evening
It wasn't any one thing, it was the sequence
The intoxication of counting cash in secret
The secret hiding places where you keep it
Intimate
The strip malls, the dealerships
Six lanes across, shit job at the end of it
I knew what was up once they said come inside the office
Palmetto bugs flutter the size of saucers
Clumsy
Fuckers spin inside the coffins
Plucking
Guitar strings, Orpheus outside the fortress
MDC Brooklyn, the rats is gorging, kill one
Only bring more and more like dead explorers
I put a neat hole in Indiana Jones fedora
For that Somali Torah we lit up the night like
Sodom and Gomorrah
Left out, face forward

I don't wanna disturb your thoughts
I don't wanna disturb your mood
When I give you one that I feel you might like
I wanna make sure you get enough of it

Pineapple spears on the bias, high science
Spiritual alliances, it's a vibe right?
Gene splice, kettle whistle
Qadry Ismail, the missle
Sky face wistful, I had a fistful of fucks
Ground to the gristle
Conditions and stipulation
Past the need for affirmation
By activation, iridescent black
Back to basic, I told her taste it
Obliged and gracious, consent enthusiastic
Splash, catch this
As if black script
My last grift, dumbfound myth
Run wild wind, just past the line
You won't gun down the sun
I done told you again
Stiff necked, gimme mine
Press start, supercharged
Stacked deck, cut the middle
Fast and pray rain but just a trickle
Clean your own pistol, I can't walk them dogs with you, ah