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Richard Terfry (born March 4, 1972), better known by his stage name Buck 65, is a Canadian alternative hip hop artist. Underpinned by an extensive background in abstract hip hop, his more recent music has extensively incorporated blues, country, rock, folk and avant-garde influences. more »

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1999

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"In my darkness I knew now upon this object of nature, and now upon that, and 
Find it impossible to soothe my restless head, however much I wish it. 
This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep." 

I haven't slept, sleep being the cousin of death, 
And as I lay there awake at night there wasn't a breathe 
That exited my body that didn't coincide 
With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside. 
Boy scouts have had their way with my stomach 
And a marionette hangs limply from my most important muscle. 
I simply can't imagine living on the moon. 
I hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon. 

Prosthetic throwing arm, isn't it fantastic? 
I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket. 
It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel 
Like I'd give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel. 
I don't know if I have a prayer or a hope in heaven, 
All I know is that I'm afraid to read my horoscope. 
It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell. 
I'd give up my next life if I thought that it would help. 
I don't wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep, 
'Cause most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people
That haven't been able to make me stop feeling 
Like the demons are hiding behind the walls and in the ceiling.
My catcher always told me, "you can't hit what you can't see." 
Your absence actually aggravates my fancy and my own stubble tickles me
And irritates my sensitive skin. 
I'm surprised at how uninventive I've been.
I'm frozen, but my mind's made up and I've chosen
To lock the door behind the next person that goes in. 
Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks and on my trusty 
Little halo over my head, and so it's getting rusty. 
I've been poked by so many fingers 
That getting poked by fingers don't bother me no more.
I feel like a jelly fish, unselfilized, 
Uncivilized, unspecified, unspecialized. 

Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me. 
Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance.
Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me. 
Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance.

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