6 A.M. is the Hour
Title | 6 A.M. is the Hour |
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Artist | Ryan Scott Oliver |
Album | Past Demons |
Release Date | 2022-01-25 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [SOSSITER] You awake in your Bushwick apartment It's 6AM. The sun is gone But really gone; the sun's not shining in the sky You can't make sense but still you try — You try your phone. No bars, no net This is as strange as strange can get! Day is night Left is right Birds of a feather now don't flock together now! Kim Jong-Un? Maybe Putin's the culprit? Still 6AM. Today is shit Well, nearly shit The problem's clear as day — well, night It's up to you to fix this, right? K, get to work! First step. Think quick! What's the solution, what's the trick? When planets pause Logic obeys no laws Still... all things have opposites One stitch in time saves nine — You step out your bedroom door Into an empty void! Infinite space You plummet through the air It's 6AM all over the place And you become aware That cowhands are battling with terrified horses; The trumpeters leaving their gigs, cash in hand No busses are running And all the armed forces Are watching and waiting the big chief's command You don't understand But you land... On a street... In some new dimension Beneath your feet You might also likeA saloon in an old western ghost town It's 6AM. The time is now You step inside and find three Gods mid-poker game Each welcomes you and states his name Osiris first. Then Zeus, then Thor But what in the world are these God's playing for? As Zeus inhaled his beer Oh, the truth came thundering clear The fate of the human race Picked by a poker face! "How do I bet", you ask? But you already have... The missing sun So you bet N.Y.C Three hundred million, and most unhappy You show your flush Thor has a straight The loss could crush But just you wait! In the next hand, you're dealt four aces You put Sun City into the pot Why not? But then Thor raises A century of scalding lead... You raise America What else have you got? He throws in a comet's tail With a gold-plated grin, ha But four aces never fail — So with a smile, you're all in But Thor has five aces... You lose And Thor is laughing... You throw all your cards at him... Thor swings his fist! He pummels Zeus and a fight breaks out Now's your chance to escape! Back through the void — And you wake In your Bushwick apartment It's 6AM — but the sun burns bright Such crazy dreams You light a joint and feel that burn And watch the time to see it turn But it doesn't turn. You need to pee Then at the window, in terror you see: Your big beautiful world As into the sun, it's hurled Thor won us in a lucky bet And Thor decided we ain't worth the sweat Well, oh, well! We had a mighty run But now it's time that we should get some sun So, goodbye, and how bright, the shine! How I miss good old 5:59 Oh, hell it's getting hot — I should have smoked more pot! |