Meet The Author(Album)

Meet The Author - Fastbacks

Hi, hey, hello, how are you

You're looking awfully lonely on the edge of that barstool

You don't know me yet, but for now that's just fine

I'd like to talk about why you love life

Are you up nights til sunrise, comatose and numb'

Awake at night hating life, alone on the rug'

But you're making changes now, plans to go out

A couple of drinks to let your head settle down

You'd just stopped thinking, Eleanor Rigby

Then I sat down and you started listening

This city is busy, it'll eat you alive

And strangers don't just sit down to talk about life

So what's it gonna be Neo, follow the rabbit'

Call me a madman, pretend this never happened'

Red or blue pill, but before you do choose

Just let me introduce who's been talking to you

It's nice to meet you, my name is ck

I like the Giants, punk rock, English, and beat breaks

Certainly no Burgundy, my friends call me Charlie

My dorm room smells of a pungent mahogany

A leatherbound moleskin, I wrote in some poetry

Scream into the speakers until my neighbors know me

I built the Eiffel Tower, invented the wheel

And when I got the mic I'm kind of a big deal

I was that nice dude who you knew in high school

You could talk to about haikus or Ice Cube

As time flew I'd choose to write words

My turn to learn til nights my eyes burned

I found two friends who at the same time

Were riding the same vibe of trying to make rhymes

We gave it some time, added some substance

Just some kids who made something from nothing

It was online, the whole high school read it

Mentioned it like it was social extra credit

Kids I barely met like, 'nice rhyme last night?

My whole goal was just to satisfy that high

An addict to approval, respect injections

I kept at it so I could get that next fix

Cause I wasn't drinking stuff, I hadn't touched drugs

I just lusted for a deep seeded need to be loved

I self-love, self-loathe, self-hate and self-gloat

When the world's too loud I just throw on my headphones

Someday I might stitch them to the side of my face

Plug myself into the stereo and turn up the bass

Frankenstein figure, fuse limbs and split nerves

Inject ink into my veins so my fingers drip words

Emerge out the fog like after jubala shows

Open the exits, release the m*******a smoke

I'm on the road like Kerouac, anywhere been there and back

Always awake to the same face staring back

The puddles get muddy and the mirrors get foggy

My mind's always moving but it can't leave my body

Undiagnosed neurotic, unfocused and toxic

If I'm not sick I don't know that the problem is

The songs are just ways to keep my mind busy

Distract me from what happens if I really started thinking