Holy Bones from SXXTStorm by Joel the Custodian

Are you counting shots in the sky?
Why do the rotten survive?
Ivory towers arise
While cataracts form
In the eyes of the poor
They’re putting pork in the pies
If you’re born on the 4th of July
And money is the lord of your life
You’re flush now: 4 out of 5
You’re bored of the mortgage advice,
But what’s more important:
The sword or the mic?
Somewhere in the cockroach night
A poor man prays for the scallies
With a sight beyond sight
Kneeling amongst the rotting fruit
And veg and broken glass
He speaks a simple petition
And it’s not spoken fast

Ow, Holy Bones
Transfigure these moan and groans
Ow, you’re nothing but a fool
What is wrong with me?
Ow, Holy Bones
Transfigure these moan and groans
Those people learned
The language of horror
Just straight up

Tenacious Woman Wisdom
Is beckoning me with bated breath
I saw her thighs and shoulder blades
Now all my doubts are laid to rest
Me? I’m keeping it goth
Siouxsie Sioux and I:
We meet in the loft
We’re reading a lot
Cities in Dust, trust me
I’m concealing a cough
Strange Love, sleeping it off
Eyes still dotted
Ts still, Ts still crossed
Hell still coming, light to the text
A king and a fake king
Fight to the death

Ow, Holy Bones
Transfigure these moan and groans
Ow, you’re nothing but a fool
What is wrong with me?
Ow, Holy Bones
Transfigure these moan and groans
Those people learned the language of horror
Just straight up

But you gotta know what it was about, right?
Terrible things, terrible things

(C West sample)
And it begins with moans and groans
And you transfigure those moans and groans
First into song but song then moves into language
And the language is not rational language
Of philosophy and dialectic
But it’s a language of stories
Especially the stories that are self-critical

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• UK
• dark
• independent
• Birmingham