Dogeared Lyrics – Armand Hammer, The Alchemist

Read the complete Dogeared Lyrics by Armand Hammer and The Alchemist along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Armand Hammer’s music, you can also explore Crisis Phone and Moonbow, two other songs by Armand Hammer.

[Intro: Kapwani]
La-la, la-la
La-la, la-la
La-la, la-la
My love, runs deep
I feel so many things

[Verse One: E L U C I D]
Losing the pride, turning back the pages
Asked if I would trade it all, like please be kind, rewind
We’re not talking impossible matters, it’s all chutes and ladders
The patterns, nevermore apparent, blaring
Peace scatters after death-strokes, next notes
Sour to the tongue, alive with pleasure
Kelly green and mandarin orange
Who I’m is? Whom I’m aren’t?
Everything justified when you starving right?
Hands of chance, buried lambs to not be spotted in darkness, night
Twice, thrice, feeling spiteful
It’s always: ‘Where you going?’
And never just: ‘I’m right here with you’ (That’s fair)
Part of keeping your word, isn’t saying much
Three-legged, stray-expectations
Lapping ankles under shaky tables
Change your tone, grab my things, I’m gone
I’m off, I’m mostly on
If not for you, then who’s it for?
I still will where I want, I’m okay with nothing
That’s not my only problem
Numbers on the board, another mark in the column, park

[Bridge: Kapwani]
In front of me, under me, behind me, above me
In front of me, is what I see
Feel me, fear me
Feel me-

[Verse Two: billy woods]
She finished her drink and looked at me inquisitively, asking
“What’s the role of a poet in times in like these?”
I never answered, but it stuck with me all week
Riding the bus, fixing something to eat
Putting the kids to sleep, walking the streets at night
Learn in a tree
Drafty windows got me turning up the heat
Downstairs neighbour called about a leak
Mikayla called, we talked til’ three in the morning
My agent called about touring
I dreamt of boats, loose from their moorings
We’ll see if their sea-worthy, we’ll see
I took the Ford to Fulton, then transferred to the three
We’ll see what washes up on the beach
(??), he leaps into puddles with boat feet on the way home
Bacon grease by the stove for frying, eggs, hash, potatoes
I’m smoking in bed, scrolling my phone
Novel in the nightstand, untouched
Side of ham, past moments of dread
Spider-man, perched alone on the ledge
‘Mask Off’ like Future
Rain sluicing through gutters
Lovers searching, the bar is dark
The car’s double-parked, out-of-state, license plates
Chin-ups on scaffolding, pull-up (What’s happening?)
She said ‘you got an answer for me yet?’
I said I’m still grappling