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Miraculous Machines (Linda Gold) (feat. Gene Stovall)

from A Miraculous Kind Of Machine by Junk Science

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A lotta folks would trade souls for the fountain of youth
Then travel back knowin the rules
Like ‘How could I lose?’
This the view from the top of the mountain of youth
Where road signs paint a picture to a fountain of truth
And once I sip that water Imma trade it in
So no, no fade to black, I’ll be fadin in
To focus, and these days hope is the opus
And it feels like home, but it’s the bowl of a goldfish
But inverse that - it’s a fisheye, then it’s fly
Came a long way since the Friday night fish-fry
We did for self, makin wine in the basement
Defined innovation, but time is a facelift
And now we lost in American wilderness
The heroes and heroines
Who wonder where the villain is
I see the city sometimes
It makes me wonder where the children live
Aint no pill for this
No known antidote for the dose of reality
Cold wind blows, leave em froze in the valley
So circle round like the O’s in your salary
And dry by the fire, still soaked in the gravity
And thus we rise, but won’t go pop
They say the show must go on, the game don’t stop
Well, in the same fashion the heart must beat
Such a mean, lean, miraculous machine

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So sing it again
So sing it again
So sing it again Gene
So sing it
So sing it

A lotta folks would trade souls
For stuff we take for granted
Everyday things, the stuff that make the planet spin
Round and round, a phone call from a old friend
We stop, smell rose, look around and we old men
And Probe said, “Is it really this beautiful?”
And I just nodded my head, the way we used to do
At rap show school nights at The Wetlands
With backpacks and rhyme books,
My Knickerbocker headband
Upstairs Co-Flow and The Juggaknots
And downstairs picture lil Baje
Trying to take his stage presence up a notch
Nightmares of the deadpan
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper, like Redman
But I would do my lil thingy thing
Thinkin I was fly with my initials on a pinky ring
Before the Pro Tools and CDJs
We had those BD-10s and TDKs
And if I close my eyes, still hear the tape hissin
Brought the tape to the party, hopin they’d listen
We let the tape rock, never let the tape pop
Leave the sampler on all night, so it stays hot
It’s not like we coulda saved it if we wanted to
The same way you bought one slice, but you wanted two
Bottom line, if you really really needed it
Your boy would get you on a slice
And you could eat with it him
And so we define, exactly what it means
A true family, miraculous machine

CHORUS

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from A Miraculous Kind Of Machine, released May 18, 2010

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Junk Science Brooklyn, New York

Junk Science is Baje One on the raps, Snafu on the beats. Simple. Dudes met in high school in the late 90's and have been making the music that they want to make since then, with absolutely no regard for whatever is "hot" in any given moment. Labels that have fuxed with Junk Science include Ruffnoxious, Scion, Embedded, Def Jux and Modern Shark.

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