The Calm

by Chopperman & Flynn

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released April 7, 2017

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Track Name: Wha' Happened?
from the endless abyss enters this
invention extending into the mist
from the microphone through the interface
a telescope to scope out inner space
2 rhymes in, and i'm already in
over my head, alrighty then
like Fred Willard in A Mighty Wind
my catch phrase is just asking -wha' happened?-
i like that broad Parker Posey
i think she's a super lady -i'm so lonely-
its movie night at the chopper chamber
this plot of mine has only gotten stranger
what's next is anyone's guess
i'll do my best to have a blast regardless
harness the breeze like hornets and bees
or those crazy birds that build homes in the trees
all kinds of creatures all over this
special space ball thats got that good solar
that light that gives a cat life
as it melts the ice caps, i guess its all bipolar
can't have the good without the bad, soldier
Track Name: Fired Again
got fired this morning
and rehired tonight
apparently the person that fired me
didn't quite have the right
because her superior called
and offered me a better job
like a scene off of Office Space
i swear to god
the chick that fired me wasn't wrong
i was sick of my position and the attitude was strong
she said they're coming down on me, so i'm coming down on you
i told her i couldn't care less, and it was true
its the beauty of being paid a dogshit wage
i could replace it within a week if i quit today
its what happens when you deny a man a raise
a rational mind'll ask, why stick around this place
so i'm an occupational nomad
i'd go mad if a J-O had me by the gonads
won't even let my own art own part of me
i do this because i want to and when i don't, then i'll leave
Track Name: Paper Route 152
paper route number 152
North Larry Town suburbs from Elm Street to the turnpike
if you wanted the news
delivered to your drive, then i was your dude
365 days a year
i was near day 1000 when i wrote this here
it was wrote on the road like so many poems
in my phone to make the most of my time alone
most of my customers, i hardly ever saw them
but one night when i didn't have one dollar to spend
an old man met me outside to tip me ten
dude had a cat named Ted
i'd give Ted a few treats and pat him on the head
Ted's a fat cat, you wouldn't think he was fast
but when he saw the treat wagon pull up he would prance
just like Ruben, his friend from down the street
too sweet, he'd almost walk right under your feet
then there was this blind feline on Ohio
i'd call him O so i could go oh hi O
each one had their own style
without them i'd throw the route with no smile
not really since i'd play a lot of silly
podcasts, Harland Williams, JRE, and old Billy
Redface, YMH and DTFH
favorite guests on which were Alex and Allyson Grey
they taught me some incredible things
like why April 19th is called Bicycle Day
speaking of which, i could fill a backpack and bike basket
with enough papers to cover a nice fraction
on my Rat Rod, though one night i was chased
by a pitbull, but he had a playful look on his face
still, the next day i picked up some mace just in case
strangers can be dangerous and same with the strays
but nothing made me feel less safe or more afraid
than the storms, the papers don't stop for snow and rain
i've been within 20 yards of lightning twice
for a split second it makes the block brighter than daylight
kind of like the spotlight on the crime scene
when someone got stabbed over on Maine Street
the trailer park was full of police officers
and i still got a complaint from the subscriber that resided there
saw an owl eat a squirrel once
saw a family with a bunch of baby skunks
saw a young groundhog learning how to dig
as i was digging some tunes as i so often did
for a music freak, its not a bad gig
i'd play it mad loud and i wouldn't hear shit
and its easy to dance like nobody's watching
when porching a copy at 4 o'clock in the morning
though i did see a few college kids wandering
piss-drunk, ditched at the strip club on the east side
unfamiliar with North Lawrence
so i'd direct them home and they'd praise the lord for it
sometimes i'd have to stop at the train crossing
but it wouldn't bother me because i appreciate graffiti
spotted lots of foxes too
they sprint so swift i wasn't sure i even saw them
lots of good times but its time to move on
paper route 152, so long

peace Brittany
Track Name: Tarkan
out on my paper route one night
i was stopped by a sight that was quite a fright
it was a tiny black cat, blind as a bat
its eyes so infected they were white from the bacteria
he sat in the middle of Elm Street
i went to move him, but the moment i held him he
whimpered, and i had to help the poor thing
mother nature can be so mean
so i put his boney body in an empty box
interfolded the top flaps and we were off
until I noticed him trying to climb out
so i put the box on the roadside and finished my route
then picked him back up and drove to the store
bought some milk and a baby bottle hoping to restore
his health, you should've heard him purr
it could melt the heart of a spartan warrior
i called the veterinarian at 8 AM
sadly they said they didn't take strays in
they guided me to the Humane Society
but i knew then his chances would remain unlikely
so i tried another vet, this time in person
they said they could help if i could find a person
to care for him, and at the time I couldn't
because no pets were allowed in my apartment
then the assistant, a woman named Karen
picked up the kitten and again it started purring
and i think she fell in love right then
and just like that it was decided
she took him in and named him Tarkan
after a turkish singer of whom she's a fan
and Tarkan now lives in an awesome house
where he amazes the guests when they find out
he's blind because of how well he gets around
and its an amazing thing to think about
how in a way his life was also saved by sound
if he didn't whimper, he might have died beside my route
and if he didn't purr when Karen picked him up
she might have put him down back into that box
he went from starving and stranded on the dark street granite
to a lovely haven through vocal expression
Track Name: Now Is Awesome
i woke up to the sound of raindrops
no alarm clock on my day off
been waiting all week for a day without chores
i'm not even mad that its raining outdoors
i might take a walk and sing in the downpour
on my way to the dollar store where i can afford
everything, so i choose 3 or 4
and on my way home, sing some more, like
all to do today is enjoy the day
take it easy and have some good fun
all the bills are paid and i'm feeling great
then was stressful but now is awesome

flying higher than cloud niner
lighting a fire underneath Ursa Minor
finding remedies like the Herbaliser
blowing off steam like a verbal geyser
flowing off stream to where the view is nicer
free to go deep like a scuba diver
but today, i'm no rhyme scrutinizer
i'm getting loose without the screwdriver
Track Name: Rhymes Universal
Forget waiting for inspiration
Create in the name of its persuasion
It might be right around the bend
It might bleed right out of the pen
I might concoct optical drops for the common eye
Not sure its possible but damn it, I gotta try
There's some cures that hospitals just cannot apply
Only art of the heart can pull the stomach knot untied
In this symphony of existence in which
Intentions are like different instruments
For instance, if the composition calls for rhythm
And you're on the winds then you went with the wrong decision
When we're out of tune with our lives
Countless conundrums are soon to arise
So when out of sync, its time to think
How can I harmonize
I want to be like wind turbines
So from the breeze I energize
I'm not a saint just a dude trying to do right
So my conscience is clear as a raccoon's sight in the moonlight
To think straight for a smooth slice through plights
Cutting clean as Ginsu knives
Finding ways to rhyme the days lessons
Trying to make the time in vain lessen
Trying to catch a vibe of great essence
Like that of summer night skate sessions
Save your suggestions, there's no plan B
Same as you're distinctive, there's no twin C
Found my voice for verse and my sound in beats
My style to draw with, my foundation's complete
When you reach your niche there's no one to greet
Except your reflection in the pond at your feet
I'm still standing, heels planted
Head planning how to help heal this planet
Trying to exercise self control
Like a mega size delt muscle
That can lift the stress inside overhead
And throw it down to the ocean bed
Won't fall in the traps the ego sets
To keep itself alive it beats us to death
With false hopes and worthless worries
Rushing us through life in a pointless hurry
Surely, slow and steady wins
Storms of hastiness blow deadly winds
I'm feeling like the captain of my own ship
Floating in an ocean of no ownership
Going with the flow because when I become one with it
The pain doesn't feel like its a punishment
Anymore, it feels more like a reward
As it brings more strength than money can afford
Can't buy experience, it takes time and consciousness
Truth won't arrive through the grapevine, I promise this
Tomorrow might be the apocalypse
Death is also like a box of chocolates
Lightning bug here, lightning bolt there
I'd be a fool to say life is unfair
Gaining hairs there and losing them here
Growing old is better than daisies, my dear
Flying through space so fast
Trying to comprehend a place so vast
And it makes the planet seem so small
I almost vanish to nothing at all
I've avoided my demise
Into the void a thousand times
For that I thank a ton of rhymes
For that I craft a ton of mine
Some rhyme schemes provide a swell guide
Some rhymes seem to write themselves, right?
I concentrate on the verse
And escape anxiety's awful curse
Convincing us contentment is too far to reach
When all you need is a minute to stop and breathe
Pull oxygen deep and with exhalation
Also release all expectations
As long as solid logic is in tact
I'm lobbing slovenly thoughts into syntax
The multisyllabic rhymes represent that
Hard to believe harmony thats right and its exact
Like the distance between us and the sun
And how the ecliptic moon lines up with it flush
I think that to think too much
Is almost as bad as not thinking enough
Maybe I'm overthinking this thinking stuff
Thinking about thinking about thinking is tough
Art's defective when its not directed
By the heart connected to the hand
Raw expression unlocks the heaven
Of the god thats within the man
To not respect it is not accepted
Its not something I can stand
I gotta defend it with all I can give it
Drawing a line in the sand
I don't need to be the best
But that doesn't mean I won't reach for the crest
Up the mountain, to the summit
For the challenge and the view of it
There's no such thing as stale delight
No one can contain the rays of light
They come and go, night to day, day to night
Some of them glowing dim, some blazing bright
Every night is finite, so I try
Living in the moment so it doesn't fly by
Facing time right takes some spine might
Spacious foresight and gracious hindsight
Fear and hate turn life into a torture chamber
Its more like a free range for the forward thinker
My inklings guide my ink pens
I might seem pretentious or like I pretend
I don't mean to preach or condescend
I'm only trying to uplift and ascend
I might look dumb but I'm doing my dance
I'm the only one who can ruin my chance
I see it all the time, how the ego quantifies
Comparing itself to everything in sight
Since as long as its lesser or greater in size
It knows it exists so its staying alive
Hold tight the focus, let loose the fear
Minimalize moroseness, multiply the cheer
My little psychosis is pulled apart and cleared
When its diagnosed by molding art sincere
The pen and microphone record the souvenirs
To remind the soul lessons from yesteryear
Minds get old but expressions pure
Are like immortal refresheners
Primordial beats let it burst
Before it eats its exit first
Worried we will neglect it worse
Word
Track Name: The Calm
partly cloudy, temperature 70
hardly windy, the weather was heavenly
cruising around my beautiful town
music turned up, windows rolled down
blowing out smoke clouds slow
to spread them out so its on the down low
that i was getting lifted up high
as i delivered a pie
thats right, i was a pizza guy
i wrote that line on Wakarusa Drive
stoned just like i saw Medusa's eyes
open wide on some Buddha vibes
feeling so divine, its not a huge surprise
even the coldest nights brought a new sunrise
i talk myself into circles sometimes
because life's full of cycles combined
you get tied up if you forget to unwind
can't find contentment in a mind confined
if you can't swim with the rising tide
you get swallowed up by the ride
i don't express just to impress
this is my attempt to exit this mess
if i said this head isn't stressed
you can bet i said it in jest
still i feel blessed just to get a little rest
i love to fret as i build this little nest
for myself as well as my empress
everything i do's in her interest
i know exactly where my center is
i brought you here for the geyser mist
my dude's an alchemist
thank him for the gold i'm brandishing
i can't relate to a mannequin
i'm so alive i'm panicking
not really since i'm on my medicine
Instrumentol, its better than the rest of them
musicians are quasi-physicians
slicing incisions with precise precision
i rise in accordance with the laws of funk
chopped the tree and i sparked it up
and carved my name on the trunk
y'all can say what you want
thats what i'm doing
go ahead and call me stupid
i really couldn't care less
i feel so good and careless
i could've died but i didn't
i almost died but i didn't
i thought i'd die but no
i'm right here, alive with gusto
i'm right here, because i followed
the light here, i almost got swallowed
by the darkness, but i didn't
i almost perished, but i didn't
nope, not at all
i'm standing tall even after falls
one hand on the mic, one on my balls
found this truth to pass along
what else would i do with it
its like the essence of my existence
it, like, has to pass through
from me to you to me to you