In the hustle and bustle you can’t escape the fumes,
Need to catch some reprieve with the pollutants in you,
American fragrance, exhaust and oil,
Brings that suburban zen, Cause we are exhausted with the corporate toil,
It’s all soaking in the soil, Substance smelling foul,
But look at me now,
What is this trap we have made?
Leasing everything, No debt truly paid,
A prison made of jade,
In this empire of glass,
when you break,
You pay for the cast,
I’m climbing for air, And a firm hold to grasp,
A taste of pure water, a good line to cast,
Some stable ground to build my home,
Or at least a dry cave to build my raft,
But the river was sold at auction,
The traded my gear for cash,
The caves were all gifted for power,
And the forests were burned to ash,
So I had to sell my clothes for shelter,
I traded my bones for trash,
All I have left is what's in my soul,
And hope that it will last.
And it’s me and the street,
The asphalt under feet,
Wondering if this walk is meant for me,
It doesn’t feel like the world was built to my fit,
I’m scratching at the floor
trying to dig for the worth of it,
I’m scrounging for something real to eat,
But it’s processed and polluted
To fund the man's feast
I can’t remember the scent of clean air,
Starting to smell like the life's not fair
Burnt plastic, crude oil,
Slight tinge of pain and toil,
Hot rubber, tires burning,
A hint of the poor yearning,
Topped off with the scent of millions crushed under the weight of billions,
loans, fees, and unpaid rent,
That's the scent of American
Fragrance,
@rayboneor Feb 2022
I love how this stomps along and sort of smolders while you growl--and then you kick up a notch. It's a pretty bleak picture you paint--hopefully we haven't tipped all the way over to this world. Anyway, this is a strong tune delivered with power and passion
@hbusse Feb 2022
Oo, cool gritty/dark groove, and the growl in your voice goes with it just perfectly. Many of the lyrics caught me but especially: “American fragrance, exhaust and oil, Brings that suburban zen” and “ I’m scratching at the floor
trying to dig for the worth of it,
I’m scrounging for something real to eat, But it’s processed and polluted
To fund the man's feast”. Great work and protest song.
@lhcisco Feb 2022
What a vibe! Your gritty voice goes around great with the subject matter. So many relatable lines here. Dang.
Excellent.
@zachm Feb 2022
Great lyrics, particularly the last two verses