Lexical Finesse by Kaelin Halcrow Lyrics

Here we are
Song five of General Gibberish
And you know what?
I am dissatisfied

So far I feel like there's been too much truth
Not enough gibberish
Let's fix it

I just took a shit on my cat!
The second I walked in my flat!
I dropped my pants, assumed the stance
And shat on her back!

Okay, that was gibberish
But not quite the level of lexical finesse that I'm after
Let's try again

Gonna make reparations, for those who possess patience
Pay obeisance, negatе complaisance
I got a whole lot of plaintive prating to do
Thеre's a vacancy in my distrait crew
My shrew dilates her gestating voodoo fete purview
Conflating miscues, blating imbued with
Dictating my gait communicates I had a debut doodoo
Headed for my shoe from my trouser leg

Carousers beg for a keg endowment
So I vow to get them a statuette with a sobriquet
And whet my disavowal of the sacred cow epithet

And if I had a kitchenette on a corvette
It'd sublet it to suffragettes
To inset gimlet giving to dragnet coquettes
And inebriate them for free and make them
Gee into the sea so they plea for Ki to save them
From my preponderant previous statement

Speaking opaquely, substantiating my fabrications
As I acclimate to complications

I'm actuating vacillation
Orchestrating veneration
Inculcating extirpation of
Trust of the doctor by the patient (say what?)

I don't wanna be a guy that anybody deifies
I got a bit of a keener eye but
Nobody's special, neither I nor you
Nor the president, nor celebrities
Oh shit, I'm getting back to being personal again
Fuck
Okay, back to gibberish, let's go

God spoke to me this morning
He said Kaelin, you're dying
It's the way I designed you
I bind you to life for a finite time
So you better fucking step up before it's goodbye

Y'know, God, you have a point
Live is transient, people who dander shouldn't be pandered to
And I'm getting compelled to abandon
This Instrumental intransigence

So I'm nonchalantly
Changing the song

That's right, that's right, that's right
I'm catalysing contagion of
Galvanizing elation through
Tantalising oration

Fragmentizing my vocation
Of soliloquising incantations
By forsaking other undertakings
I'm annotating my flagrant perorations
To make it a little more titillating
Permeating your grey matter
Nutating for days after

Overweening freewheeler
Feeling au fait
Spieling coquet
As he inveighs

Against displacing the vase
Encasing a lace discassed with haste
Effaced from the place it took up space
Searching apace, bracing my face for a squall
To cause me to fall
Palling and lolling and drawling

This appalling scrawling will make you all go AWOL
Ay

Two minutes and four seconds in the song
And it's lacking antiphons
This is not a lexicon
This is the paragon of twaddle

The protocol needs an overhaul
Rambling on about nothing at all
For the long haul like an oddball
With the wherewithal to forestall
The pitfalls for future me

Grandiloquent raps with undue esprit
Brooding exuberance is my new decree
An aberrant gabber for you and me
Concocting audio souvenirs

Okay I just gotta have a coffee here hold on
(slurp)
Okay

I think you have a habit of brandishing fallacies callously
Your facts are incompatible with the matter happening
Laughing at all the frivolity
I'm taken aback by this megalomaniac

I'm beginning to think that your diffidence
Is a symptom of the vigilance of the omnipotent
You're in need of deliverance

Vigilantly vociferous since
Ambivalence is equivalent to impotence
Man, scribbling lyrics in this EP is addicting

I'm thinking of writing another one
Whereupon the foregone one is all but forgotten
Don't be woebegone
Thereupon setting upon yours truly
Like you were Genghis Khan with legs for arms
I get that that premise should be withdrawn (yeah)

Gotta make sure your words are impermeable
I'm skirting the churl, who's goal is to hurt me
By hurling malediction in my direction
With affliction on their agenda, like
This song needs a corrigenda

Drunkard in a slumber unencumbered by the humdrum
Of succumbing to his loved one when she wants to visit someone
Disdain for his missus when she ordains to arraign him
Over inane things, he must explain his side of the story
Time for furore Dilatory laudatory oratory allegory
All nugatory bullshit

Diatribes inbound
That ramifying gibe left him cowed

So that was my Gibberish
Can't wait to deliberate
If I was rigorous enough to stop the feverish need to incorporate
Improvement through my music to cultivate an advanced understanding
Of the language I've just circulated
As this EP culminates