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​Between The Lines

This song is by Atmosphere and appears on the album Lucy Ford (2001) and on the compilation Tags Of The Times 3 (2001).

Original video
(What it tis it taint,& What it taint it tis
Its the theme of where we're goin')

See the police man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind those shades

Feel the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
Its the surface sweat the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight

Irritated and constipated
And its all covered player hated, funneled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man with a gun
Riding that thin line between the program and the sun

And I don't hate you, I'm tryin to relate to
Wishin' you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
I'll die to pull the plug on your machine

And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
And I just might just kill somebody

And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody

Can you see her? She spends her whole day in a theater
Livin' her time in the life that she would prefer
She stirs nothing, comes & goes she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence

But if they only knew
About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin through
Comin' across at a loss for dialouge
Walkin through the fog with her eyes closed and her mind gone

And now she lives in the films that she sees
And daydreams that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer overanxiousness

of waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons and daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers
Lovely little case study castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee movie

And someday, one day, when the credits roll
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what depth awake touches sleep
May me walk the thin line between shallow and deep

And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody

And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill my body

He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time
Sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his mind
After doin' shows for years, gettin' respect from peers
Killed the ego, lookin' at these people like they weird

Road trips, turn to head trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric etiquette
Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a thing

Records sell well but still underground
Travels town to town, holdin' hands with fans that love his sound
When it comes around *let*s hope you can enjoy it
Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it

When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
That here now stands only the shadow of a man
Havin' a hard time with life on a drumroll
Walkin that high-wire, passin' it off is humble

But it's a thin line, between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin' he can go home and read to his child
But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit both of his wrists backstage

And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody

And I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody

Onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence

Onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
Nothing but love for the music and its offspring
Bouncin' off the box springs just tryin' to make it to the crossings

I just might just
I just might just
I just might just