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Fight For Flight (Tony Button)

from We'll Make It Together by AllOne

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Buffalo native Tony Button and I met at SUNY Oswego in early 2010, he was sitting on a ledge in the quad on a cool day playing guitar by a set of stairs some friends and I were skateboarding. I freestyled with him and we exchanged numbers and a friendship developed. This was the second of our two collaborations, which never got released. We recorded this song in a day or two in Tony's off-campus apartment in Oswego. I wrote my perhaps extensive verse, which poured out of me, in two days. I discuss a lot about personal ambition and about the priceless quality of a dream. I go at length into my decision to leave Oswego to pursue music after my Poppy died. I think the title "Fight For Flight" says it all though.
"I ran for my life so I could run my life". The performances/recording quality isn't perfect, and that is largely the reason we never released this, but i think in its imperfect rawness, there is something beautiful to this perhaps.

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I guess it's best to attempt to address something since,
I need to assuage enraged assumptions quick,
If I don't subscribe to your prescribe head-space-shuttle-trip,
That doesn't give illegitimacy to my plot's plotted points that I've come up with.
I confess I'm more impressed when assessing checks on my bucket list
and I have less sense of seductive hints and subtle scents
of every dime a dozen pitched any penny-Lincoln-logged
in the immensely well-off's pungent wishes.
I push off from the port of my porch, step into the sun and squint.
My dimples typically tend to imitate the follow this.
I manage to magnify magnificence,
and pocket every possible positive,
I fondle fondness when my optimist's opulence
obvious proper posture is glimpsed,
My mantra is “never stop or drop the chin,
like an ostriches, keep it up like a dogged
attempt at a barbell lift, not to acknowledge solemness
and wallow in awful monstrous hollowness”.
Thus I went ballistic when I read statistics written:
“six percent of questioned American's polled told that living is placid and dull”
I roamed the poles, north and south, and globe had yawned and formed a mouth,
actually repulsed, it angrily rebutted “six percent of U.S. , yes the acronym are null”.
All this negativity is getting sickening...”well where's the healthcare?”
For my personal welfare I tell their hellish stares,
“I'm moving on, cause you've truly got to put your foot down to get elsewhere”
I belittled this syllabus' sinister silliness, ridiculed this curriculum
disinterested, dissatisfied, maddened by my saddened life I evicted it,
It's a stratified system which I decided to give a whiff, it answered with
a restricting sobering stench of a prison's whims.
I stole the sickle bent silver spoon from the privileged
simpletons. Dipped it in, sunk it steeply in the cement and then
shoveled with a desperate grin that the desolate get, drenched in sweat
cynically, openly, rhythmically, soulfully, in the dirt catalyzed I dove for weeks,
agonized I wrote on sheets, ebonized with poems I preached,
dug with microphones then speedily fled,
ran for my life so I could run my life with no need to offend,
but ultimately in my hopes and dreams' defense,
I don't need a penitentiary, I only need the pen,
I excavated intense through six feet in the dirty depths.
That's a grave made for each percent of men who've yet
to recognize that life is just for them.
I wrote this hole for me intended hopefully to feel wholly blessed.
I Houdini retreat from this white collared straight-jacket with no regrets,
But so my egret wings can spread, I can dream with my hands hemmed
behind my back but I need to get release from bed to do more with these sheets I wet
to describe what breeds inside my head. April first I lost an idol, grandfather and friend
and I promise honest, on his honor, I'll never be idle again.
I promise: Honest, on his honor. I will never be idle again.

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from We'll Make It Together, released November 28, 2013
Tony Button- Music/lyrics/vocals (www.facebook.com/tonybuttonmusic)
AllOne - Lyrics/vocals

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Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.

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