the basement

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I'll turn the luck-of-the-draw into a god-send
molding my perceived hell into a heaven
consider my art a selfish zealot's wasteland
climbing up to the sky down in my basement
you can run in a circle chasing tails, friend
I'll be on my own raft making my sail's wind
when you're old and you wonder where the days went
I'll be loving and laughing in my basement

scraping through the dirt and sand
making myself a better man
meeting my own demands

pushing past the idea of addictions
crushing up and inhaling self-afflictions
good wherever I'm at, but not complacent
breathing in my own smoke down in my basement
turn my back on the clock and make the time stop
stubborn-headed and bold
too proud to find god
sick to death of my job and all my pay's spent
I'm digging myself a grave down in my basement

scraping through the dirt and sand
making myself a better man
meeting my own demands

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from KEEP, released May 8, 2013

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Esoteric Tapioca Chicago

My name is Mark. This is my music project. I live in Chicago and play shows around town at galleries and cafes and basements and lofts and ballrooms and communes. I make all this music myself. Sometimes people help me too. All the songs are written and recorded by me. I hope you like it. ... more

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