Story to Tell

[Verse 1: Joe Horton] Only got one story to tell It's boring as hell, devil's in the embellishment Over time it calcifies into a definite Real life rendering of the truth as I invented it Assembled from fine specs of deception Dry layer of sediment filtering my perception Idol specimen, obsessive with the testament Slave to the narrative frame, scraping a straight line On waves in a particle phase begging for space time Disguises come in all shapes and sizes Tried some on, none fit, no surprises Mothership strip naked of shame to spread the virus [Verse 2: Crescent Moon] How long must I wait for the good rest? Feels like I'm following the footsteps a crook left Like I picked out the storybook that looked best Feels like the lovely's bout as ugly as it could get Take another glance in the rearview The past must be callin' because nobody's near you Nobody's here to deny or adhere to The heavy heart strugglin' the slow years have pierced through Think that I have it / blinked and it vanished Must be carrying enough guilt to sink the Titanic You cool like you planned it, no signs of panic It would take another lifetime to calculate the damage Take me for a ride, take me for granted, I still can manage But how you gonna stand if the earth, wind and sands shift? Freefall, reckless abandon If the truth is an illusion then there won't be much to land in [Hook: Joe Horton and Crescent Moon] Walking through strangers we all know well, Everybody's got a story to tell Bottle full of empty and a secret to sell, Everybody's got a story to tell The bottom swallows every wish in the well, Everybody's got a story to tell Busy talking 'bout the day that they fell, Everybody's got a story to tell [Verse 3: Toki Wright] Another story that I said, don't want to pull your leg The other day I bumped my head, thought I was surely dead Well here I am again, I'm rambling It seems the river dried, now I'm on land again To search for wear the dam begins I've got a plan to win, but have to count my losses I know the ugly that resides in all I thought was gorgeous I know the beauty that resides in all I thought was ugly I love the art and know I've got to get some fucking money Because my daughter hungry, and this is how my life was spent To write the quip to show you that my life exists I spent another night a trifle bit bent And knew I had to write to this and so I vent