Beast Within Skin
• Written by Kalligraphy
Kalligraphy's Notes
This song takes inspiration from the novelist George Orwell, and his book, Animal Farm which paints a picture of the Russian Revolution.
Through the novelist of Orwell, this living hell
Roosters crow as the wind nails then bells
The pigs arise, the stallions wake up surprised
Dogs in the yard pick up their stick and hide
The chickens, the hens, the sheep smelling pies
Out the window, steam rolling inside their eyes
Through the nasal imagining taste within the naval
But humanity has stricken the earth from the stables
Where they lie in their sorrows all sad and fatal
Until a leader arose, a goat named Lambda
Spoke of how he will restore the way enclosed animals explored
Get us back into the life our ancestors lived before
Before we were domesticated and behind locked doors
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
And Lambda was once a dancer
But she said the divine gave her the answers
That’s when she told the beasts about the humans
Their wicked ways, Lamda preached revolution
Told them “if we partake in mass ablution
We can roam forever free outside the barn of institutions”
After they took over the owner, the day the wolves struck
All the hooves went up, all the chickens happily clucked
Everyone was on board, even the wild boars
They were riled up like Viking Hoards with striking swords
Got the wolves listening at the late night meetings
Inside the barnyard, the cats even wanted freedom
For what I remember about November twenty third
When Lambda took the stage and unspooled words
“If you ain’t a goat, your rank plummets low
You’re insubordinate to us, all the goats who roam”
All the animals and birds heard what he spoke
The pigeons flipped their birds like they were slanging coke
One dove shouted “you’re a fuckin manipulator, you know!”
Unlike his vision, Lambda saw their maddened faces
His face turned pale, all the rams hustled to the stages
They pierced the skin of the goats, bloodshed in the stable
Cut the horns of Lambda and put them for sale
But before they all could get a sense of his flava
They cut Lambda into pieces and sent him to Jamaica
All the creatures backed up and gave each other some game
“If you were in charge, would you have done the same?
Would you have shook hands, or settled shit straight?”
Now they all went separate ways, trying to escape a pallet and a plate
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
(No harm from within)
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
(No harm from within)
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
(No harm from within)
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
(No harm from within)
This is the animal farm, the beast in skin
(No harm from within)
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024