FREE BEER

by Granata

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released October 19, 2016

FREE BEER by GRANATA

Recorded at LoveLove Studios in Bushwick on a Tascam 414 mkii 4 track and a TEAC X-3R reel to reel

Engineered by Jachary

beats by Wun Two
tracks 1,5,6,9,11

beats by Coryayo
tracks 2,3,4,7,8,10,12

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Track Name: Loyal to the Leaves
i’m loyal to leaves, the soil and the seeds
let’s bring the water to a boil for some tea
the plum cots and kumquats are sweeter than a gum drop
all the pussy i got in the summer smelt like sun block

found a door in the woods luckily it was unlocked
now i brown bag it but i used to use a lunch box
i won, you rack it like a dunlop
when i break it makes the sound of a gun shot

BANG!!!!! cold lager, my co author
always barefoot and shirtless, no collar
show stopper, old rocker like Joe Cocker
my life’s a trip travel by horse i’m a globe trotter

let’s kick it and have a ball play some soul soccer
i don’t tell people i rap, i don’t bother
i feel bad for the minds that won’t wonder
sometimes society is just a shitty soap opera

BRIDGE x2

you don’t need a map when you leavin’ town
but i do need to find somewhere new to lounge
cause i been here for too long
i been here for too long
Track Name: Once
palm trees move slower than zombies
in my free i pretend that I’m Gandhi
but i know i’m just a honkey gettin raunchy
i’m at a crowded laundromat doin my dirty laundry

blowin all my sins inside of this conch shell
no one knows i’m gone they just think that i don’t respond well
happy as a clam cause this world is my oyster
i just wanna find a girl that’s a pearl and enjoy her

hit up Devil's Glen and cliff jump
rest in paws to that chipmunk
i could show up to any event piss drunk
can’t you tell that i don’t take shit or give fucks

sun is a chandelier, hand of a can of beer
i demand we keep it candid there’s no cameras near
cause if used wrong those mofuckas’ll steal your soul
i can’t wait to listen to this song when i’m really old

HOOK x2

you only live once, only be a kid once
you’re gonna wanna look back at the shit you did once
and think damn, those were the days
we had fun in so many ways

a narcissist who lives in his own clutter
i did nothin but get sunburnt this whole summer
life is a short game, my cane is an old putter
barely stayin afloat now i’m wonderin when i’ll go under

livin lawless eatin crawfish the swamp is haunted
i’m with the alligators swimming across the gauntlet
live life slower than slugs, snails and box turtles
i’m nocturnal you’re not allowed in my crop circle

just cause i’m a frog don’t mean i gotta hop hurdles
i’m just a bump on a log, my spots rural
the devil went down to the sunshine state
and now he puts these words to this upright bass

the music i make depends on the drugs i take
lately everyone been lookin at me bug eyed face
rap is watered down like a bud light taste
please don’t cut my coke and don’t cut my cake okay?

HOOK x2

you only live once, only be a kid once
you’re gonna wanna look back at the shit you did once
and think damn, those were the days
we had fun in so many ways
Track Name: Great Uncle
the window to my soul is old but it’s stained glass
it’ your loss if you don’t wait to let the rain pass
it gets brighter but i don’t know how long the pain lasts
i’m not a rapper or a poet … i’m a plane crash

overdosing on red wine
in my own world oblivious to all the headlines
spent the night outside got high so i slept fine
wakin up to the scent of the fresh pine

don’t be a stick in the mud and don’t be glued to your seat
eatin fruit feelin free, by the root of a tree
writin notes in nature i’m gettin loose with the leaves
i’m so chill that my blood’s still blue when i bleed

i don’t need much but a brush and a brew and a breeze
me myself and I homie we just do shit in threes
sometimes i let my mind take a cruise through the creek
i’m only concerned with makin sure my music is me


HOOK x2

i won’t be a good dad but i’d make a great uncle
if i can’t write i gotta create trouble
i choose to be a recluse cause i hate huddles
i’m a flake and i always take the escape tunnel


life isn’t a race so i’m takin back roads
in the stream of consciousness i’m a tad pole
but when i think too much i become an asshole
my skin might be white but i got a blue and black soul

whistlin to myself as i’m skippin rocks
on a lake in Vermont, trout on the fishin rod
i don’t got a pot to piss in, but this bush i’m pissin on
and this likkle log i’m sittin on

we live in a world where everything is augmented
support the mom and pop shops cause they’re authentic
hit up Rincon for tacos then i had a cigar
there was a man in a sombrero playin latin guitar

i’m on a self destructive mission turnin satin to scars
i’m not stupid i know that i been actin bizarre
i hear the ocean in a sea shell and jazz in a jar
i went from rags to riches and then went back to the bar


HOOK x2

i won’t be a good dad but i’d make a great uncle
if i can’t write i gotta create trouble
i choose to be a recluse cause i hate huddles
i’m a flake and i always take the escape tunnel
Track Name: Step Twelve
i prefer animals, i’m not into people
humans slowly turnin grass into pins and needles
i got a grim cerebral it’s a dim cathedral
… they just love callin him deceitful

i got sick of makin people walk on egg shells
i was home schooled then i got expelled
no one sees my problems if i dress well
i just keep reinventing myself like stem cells

it’s hard to tell if people really love them selves
i’m an addict for the way that the sex smells
fuck it mentality … what the heck, hell
i keep relapsing on step twelve

i wouldn’t have it any other way
the dragon flies love to touch me on a summer day
the butter flies flutter high while i rub her thighs
at least everything hasn’t turned to the color gray


BRIDGE

i found myself when i lost my mind
you don’t come back the same once you cross that line
i’m not sayin not to drink the wine
just don’t get strangled by the vine
Track Name: Happy Hangover
life’s a game of soccer i was born with my sambas on
don’t make a big deal about nothin do it non chalant
i’m at the deli spreading jelly on a blonde croissant
its time .. i think i need to find a confidant

where’s my greek goddess who’s got kalamata olive skin?
she washes klonopin down with a shot of gin
and lots of sin, she don’t even wanna win
lay it on thick cause it’s no fun when the plot is thin

your booty’s groovy like a lava lamp
is this real? or a lie disguised as a hologram?
they say life is like a box of crayons
but a schizophrenics kitchen sounds like some pots and pans

i had a great night now i’m havin a bad day
i try not to look at life in a sad way
but when i’m hungover everything is a tad grey
this what happens when i let my pen and pad play


HOOK
whilsting


drunk driving through wine country
your mind is a convertible .. let it shine sunny
i found happiness, i didn’t find money
let’s barter and trade i don’t need to be paid bi monthly

i’m takin flight in a lawn chair
while the wind whistles and fiddles with my long hair
i’m a basket case, but i’m full of bosc pears
i showed up wasted to a job fair

i guess i did not care, swear like i’m off air
heaven is any place without a trace of a clock there
that’s why i live on a dock or under a rock, where
nobody lives in the top gear

i go on bike rides, i go on hikes high
sometimes you just gotta let go and let the kites fly
nibblin on hipster bitches titties cause they’re bite size
know when to show your colors and when to tell a white lie


HOOK
whilsting
Track Name: Lost @ Sea
the sand smoothes down my callouses
a deserted beach that’s what a palace is
call me Alejandro there’s way too man Alex’s
now that society’s gone I wonder if i’ll miss it

humans are the only creature that pay to exist
we’re not as smart as we claim we are, we’re too lazy to live
maybe it’s not that simple, fuck it i’ll keep sayin it is


make no more decisions, take what the ocean brings
i once asked about utopia, they said no such thing
but i think i might have found somethin
a place with space that based around nothin

look like i’m lost at sea,
the cost of living wasn’t worth the cost of me
everything i want is free,
this is what life ought to be, this is what i thought it’d be
Track Name: Eyes Stay Blue
i eat the pussy cause to me it tastes like tree sap
i need to feel the nature underneath my knee caps
limbs cuddle like a funnel cake
private parts in a public place

pushin our luck until the bubble breaks
just a couple bipolar people we on a double date
twisted worlds got twirled up now we’re codependent
small talk is empty, i’m only asking loaded questions

whatever you lookin for let’s go and get it
unless you’re shootin with film i’m not photogenic
git the check, intersect, finish sex, cigarette
does it get any more picturesque

her senses interact together like a quintet
feelin bless cause everything she says is a vignette
makin love alongside the mammals and the insects
somehow this toad pulled the princess


HOOK x2

i hope your eyes stay blue
i say we rendezvous
i don’t care where we go, i don’t care what we do

we got a bed of grass and flowers for sheets
i don’t heckle her freckles, so she don’t powder her cheeks
i put my pickle in her honey suckle sour and sweet
i’m on my lunch break babe i got an hour to eat

one of a kind sass, a spine and a fine ass
most girls are just a line but you’re a wine glass
sittin in silence i love lettin the time pass
and it stops at the top of the climax

drunk stumble to the delicatessen
shootin the shit over soup sippin stellas for breakfast
while these hoes are twerkin to tell us they’re jealous
this elegant woman’s twirlin umbrellas in venice

it’s just me and a brunette, doin a duet
her black soul and red blood got me playin roulette
enough with the games, let’s get to the final score
girl you colder than a tile floor


HOOK x2

i hope your eyes stay blue
i say we rendezvous
i don’t care where we go, i don’t care what we do
Track Name: Let's Be Lazy
society sellin out but the people buy it
the pain is loud so i’m searchin for some peace and quiet
i see the silence, but only when i close my eyelids
ran into an old crush and got reunited

poppin xans and sippin vino
while we dance in a gazebo
take a chance like a casino
move out west and start a band in San Fransisco

play a couple show, book a couple gigs
found the fountain of youth and took a double swig
me and my friends lost touch i went cross country
why does everyone think that travelin costs money

loiter with the locals, just don’t be a tourist
be a terrapin, a turtle, a toad or a tortoise
la la land is where i’m lingerin
you’re holdin a phone while the world is at your finger tips


BRIDGE x2

baby
Track Name: Where's My Watch?
i’m a mope moseying around mownin a lawn
maybe the grass will be greener when it’s gone
all i do is yawn
the roosters were hungover didn’t wake me up til one

i put all my eggs in one basket, hard boiled
then my chickens ran away and they all spoiled
now i loiter around swamps like Tom Sawyer
with the John Does, the lawn gnomes and the gargoyles

that’s my entourage, i said bon voyage 
to the world cause it occurred that i did not belong 
i been gone cause i long for some livin
i share the pond with some swans for a picnic

act like a cat and just pause for a minute
have a cig fuck it everything is carcinogenic 
at the break of dawn i bang a gong and try to write my favorite song
but i’ll settle for writers block if the place is calm


HOOK x2

observe my block from a chair that rocks
this shit is timeless where’s my watch?
i’m on my porch at least i’m doin somethin today
if i’m hummin i’m fine cause i got nothin to say


yo this one time i spent one hour
doin nothin but eatin seeds of sun flowers
killin time i got the gun but no gun powder
i used to swim with a school now i lounge like a flounder

a mental patient resides in my pencil shavings
but he provides all the entertainment
i’m on the verge of depression but on the edge of greatness
even I wondered why? when i said that statement 

get on my good side by givin me space
lemme just sit in the shade and take this fifth to the face
now i’m slippin losin my grip driftin away 
throwin a fit, i wish you caught me on a different day

the sad drunk snail floats on a half sunk sail boat
in the ocean survivin strictly off the notion of hope
i don’t need the glitz and the glam to be able to gloat
maybe this’ll be my last song maybe this’ll be note


HOOK x2

observe my block from a chair that rocks
this shit is timeless where’s my watch?
i’m on my porch at least i’m doin somethin today
if i’m hummin i’m fine cause i got nothin to say
Track Name: Sky of Spontaneity ...
while the rest of the world is battin their eyelashes
if you cry me a river then i’ll try to kayak it
i don’t care when i dip as long as i die laughin
takin drugs and goin thritin that’s high fashion

i’m only eaten chips if they’re kettle cooked
reading the bible got boring, now i write the devil’s book
reminisce on innocence by talkin to the old me
over cigarettes, coffee and cannoli’s

prank callin myself on a gossip bench
we keep it light i don’t like when the topics tense,
cooped up in my cottage i lost touch with my college friends
mixin up martinis i’m extending an olive branch

i just wanna spend my summers on a surf board
skatin by, anything to avoid the work force
i’ll either be die filthy rich or dirt poor
i just want a colonial for the bedroom on the 3rd floor


HOOK

i fly in the sky of spontaneity
i make my visit there on the daily
cause i don’t know what’s next
i might turn right i might turn left

too many options i don’t even wanna choose
only go to parties for the booze
i don’t need the news
i day dream, doze off and then i snooze



when i’m hungover i waddle like a penguin
to the diner eatin waffles like a Belgian
lightin my cigs with white lighters,
and writin novels with a red pen

basic bitches at the club wit the vodka sodas
i’m on a beach sippin on coronas
listenin to some bossanova
gotta flexible schedule i been doin lotsa yoga

whiskey by the barrel, cigs by the carton
i’m nothin more than a twig in a garden
it’s the one man band in sun tan land
anything is possible when everything is unplanned

alone time in my own mind
my perspective’s turnin water into gold wine
you people make me feel like i’m from the psych ward
unplug before you get strangled by these white cords


HOOK

i fly in the sky of spontaneity
i make my visit there on the daily
cause i don’t know what’s next
i might turn right i might turn left

too many options i don’t even wanna choose
only go to parties for the booze
i don’t need the news
i day dream, doze off and then i snooze