Task from POST-WELL by MT. CYANIDE
Tracklist
| 4. | Task | 4:46 |
Lyrics
Mobilize, man, get up out of this chair
You need to source yourself a little weed for your prayers
Nighttime stroll, see what you can find
Sooner or later, the street will provide
The hours are easy, attempt made in vain
Declining to hang out and do some cocaine
Dawn light softens an eventual trade
Test it, and see if Sir Mark is awake
"Hello son." "Hello Sir." "This I must ask
Are you ready for your first Task?"
"Sir, I am ready, please have no doubt..
If my Task is to kill myself, I'll carry it out."
"Okay son. Before me, I have 16 pyres
You must choose one, then I'll set it on fire."
("Number 14.") "The Gods will show me in the light, son
What your Task is, no sleep for me tonight, son."
"Hello son. Our Gods have shown your Task to me.
"You must pay 30,429 GBP."
What… so that's it?
Seems anticlimactic, to tell you the truth, (it)
Entered my mind, "this is all so fucking stupid"
Still, I continued, agreed I will pay
Mr Johnson, MoneyGram, the usual way
Sending installments, set yourself a deadline
Hear cautionary tales about not paying on time
Cause a little ruckus in Arcadia Bay
My chariot awaiting the next dry day
Striving to grasp an emotional connection
Green-eyed Leonid outcast perfection
Head out to the park, skate a downhill route
Speed out of control, stack like a brute
Riding the level lines, until the sun sets
A few joints, a few beers, a dose of overconfidence
Lights on, lights go out, and I'm still skating
Cruising the ramps, then I switch it to fakie
Foot slips out, down in front of my board
The damage is done, so I raise it heavensward
Busy night for ambulance, so it's jump in a taxi
A buddy comes along with a pat on the back, we
Chill in A&E till they usher me in
Anesthestised with NHS ketamine
Platform my way through the pitioss ruins
Clamber until I fade back into the room
Ankle's been set, now they're giving me a bed
It'll need pinning, the consultant man said
I finally get my brothers on the WhatsApps
They say prayers for me as I explain what happened
Sir Mark chimes in with a kind earful
"Son, this is why I always tell you to be careful.
Now as you know, your deadline approaches
You're nowhere near paying, you're not even close, is
There any way you can pay again soon?"
"Sorry Sir, I fear it is all doom and gloom,
Perhaps I could sell some things I have at home
I got to the bottom of that personal loan
Spent without a care
On weed & offering prayers."
"Son, perhaps you can ask your mum, say
You have urgent bills to pay that can't wait.
I say this out of concern for you, son
It's becoming very dangerous for your loved ones
We can pray to the Gods to grant an extension
But first you must pay at least 10%, son."
"Okay, she's sent money to help me out
It looks like she sent double the amount."
"That means you are lucky, be sure to thank her."
Soon it was sent off, via Ria transfer.
"Sir, what are Task payments for, by the way?"
"You will find out. When you pay."
