Polkadot Dreams

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Song Concept: This is storytelling at it's best....an intricate narrative with complex interactions and detail, involving two different assassins.

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Intro:
“Look for the polka-dots and wear the suit
Everything will be taken care of
12 o’clock
Keep it clean”

“He’ll be there at midnight
Make sure he don’t fuck up”

“Yeah, it’s real simple”

Verse 1:
You’re only as good as your last job
Hang up the horn
Button my vest
With the heater laced to my chest
Dressed with the best double breasted Italian wear
I am completely aware
Get the job done
No bloody affair

Verse 2:
Paid the valet his pay
Stepped away with a pace of haste
I’m more than a few seconds late
Make my way to the place
Look at the damn line
Fuck standing in line
I cut the damn line
Dap the bouncer like my man
Pound with president Grant
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan
He’s singing “One Man”
That’s my jam
Sexy girls dance in clans of three in front of me
See the polka dots at the coat spot
I proceed
I leave the black leather
Receive back the Beretta
Now I’m ready for whatever
The plan’s coming together

Chorus:
One man’s love is another man’s pain
One man’s loss is another man’s gain
One child’s tears
And it falls like rain
One man’s blood running through my veins

Verse 3:
My roam’s now a skip
The chrome’s on my hip
Try not to trip and look suspicious
Fuck this
Needs me a sip just to stable my nerves
Fuck the bar
I’m a star
Got a table reserved

Verse 4:
Yo thanks for the tip
Here’s your drink
I made it extra hard
So sip it slow so you don’t sink
Grabbing all the top shelves
Line your glasses up
Cuz I’m filling them all up
Just to see more bucks
Awe struck at the polka dots walking to the booth
Waitress get this tray up to that VIP dude

Verse 5:
VIP is dead
But still there’s nothing best
I see a short dress
Long legs, exposed chest
In slow steps
With a tray by side
A drink I didn’t buy
Look at the bar
See the guy with the ladybug tie
Looking for signs
Henne raw, napkin right
Let me read the scribbled mess
And check the draw and design

Verse 6:
You got thirty seconds so make your mind up
You got two routes
But only one out
It’s time to climb up the stairs
And to get there you’re passing the stage to the left of the band
Hope that you’re ready for games
Ready to look up at the elevator
Don’t go in it
Cuz if you do you run the risk that they can lock you up in it
So pass it up
Hang a right on some Splinter Cell missions
Avoid the cameras up three flights
And take your position

Verse 7:
Read the statistics
Now I know what the math is
Strike my book of matches
Plus the prints lay in the ashtray
Now it’s ashes
Jump quick from where I sit and sip
Convert my skip to a dash
Shit
Bumped by this prick
Still I gotta move quick
Not to be rude in mood
So I wink
I think I can’t spare the time for stairs to climb
The elevator’s a dare but there clear in sight
Up three flights right
Open doors slide
Target in sight
I pull it from the side
Beretta lead flies
He dies
There’s cheddar to find
Déjà vu
Why
Open doors slide
He must of armed the alarm
Rushed by guards that are armed
I fire on and get fired upon
Me rinse out me gun
Them expired and gone
Without haste I grab the suitcase
Closed case
Mi gwon

Chorus

Verse 8:
I kept pace but took the back way
Heat to my chest like strapped grenades

I move smooth
Lock and load
With shots fired
Enter third stage

Motherfucker made a mess
Caress the trigger and fuckin’ aim

A single shot running through his veins

credits

from Nine Leaves, released January 31, 2006
(I. Pineda, H. Stang, C. McCarthy, W. Aquart, Z. Hemsey)

Rhyming: Isaac, Stang, Phenetix
Vocals: Zan
Production: Zack Hemsey
(contains a sample from "La Chinata" by El Gran Combo)

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