Counterfeit Paradise

by D'Amato

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1.	BPA Free 04:00	lyrics	buy track
I let my Freak Flag Fly I let my Freak Flag Fly Freely I let my Freak Flag Fly Frequently I let my Freak Flag Fly Freaky Deeky BPA Free bitch, come and check my chemicals my crew's comprised of creatures that contain fins and tentacles // gills on my neck, gill gills on my neck I'm a Silverback Gorilla with a Shark's intellect // and I'm trying to connect my fangs to your veins my Life is the meaning of the term Purple Rain // she slept over my house, never saw her again and all she gave me was Purple stains on the sheets where I'm laying // so I laid awake at nite and started praying just to realize I had no idea what I was saying // so I logged onto facebook, defriended both Jesus and Satan to focus on the Human relations that I'm creatin // 'cause it's all about creation, so I'm either making Music or Love or pacing, but when I am pacing // I'm thinking about either making Music or Love because time is never waiting BPA Free // something's shakin on this ol' beat used to be the Heart of the Sound something's shakin on this ol' beat take a hit and pass it around I hope You are excited to see me because I am as excited as can be to see You // I spent my Life swimming in the sea and now I've grown legs just to come on land and eat You // with my tongue out and eyes open and I'm hopin that uh, You return the favor // found a new savior within the stars of Ursa Major so every time You smell spray paint You sense my bad behavior // 'cause I'm not a savior and I don't claim to be I'm just a man who's simultaneously disgusted and in Love with Humanity/ and We can be whatever We want to be, whatever We plan to be just view the vision clearly and accepts Life's insanity and I won't be cold to You if You won't be cruel to me that way We can feel the Harmony, won't be hurtin' You won't be harmin' me, that's Community BPA Free // something's shakin on this ol' beat used to be the Heart of the Sound something's shakin on this ol' beat take a hit and pass it around (bitching ensues) I am the pill so come on baby take me brittle like some butterscotch, come on baby break me I am not a baby so come on baby shake me shake up my world, come on baby earthquake me X2 something's shakin on this ol' beat used to be the Heart of the Sound something's shakin on this ol' beat take a hit and pass it around your hipness and your facebook friends will not save You social status means nothing there are only 2 matters that are certain within the existence almighty We will all Die and your tattoos are ugly let's Love one another, L O V E let's suck each others dicks and lick each others clits simultaneously while We hold hands let's make eye contact with each other as We walk down the street and maybe give a head nod let's hold doors for each other, and say please and thankYou let's give Love, let's want Love, let's do Love, and let's be LOVE
2.	Ma' Perimida' 04:41	lyrics	buy track
I'd like to apologize to You for all the hurtful things I do I never meant to turn out this way and I still feel ashamed for the way I behaved I'd like to apologize to You for not doing what You told me to do young Love is rough, but let's not forget it's hard to do it right if You ain't done it yet 'cause We were babies making babies, eat You baby and your blood thought that You could save me from this wavin', flowin' flood well young Lady, You engaged me, but enslaved me with your Love and enraged me with the cage You put around Ma' Perimida' I need space, Oh I need time I felt so guilty taking yours, when I wasn't giving You mine dependency from both You and me jelousy, it's so sad to see such a pretty couple torn to piece I'm telling her to go, then we're kissing' slow then's she's screamin' for me to leave I can't because we're entangled so tight I've got those familiar blues up in my head that keep me up at nite like I swore I could change, yes I swore I could change I swore I could change my dear goes to show don't believe everything You hear 'cause We were babies making babies, eat You baby and your blood thought that You could save me from this wavin', flowin' flood well young Lady, You engaged me, but enslaved me with your Love and enraged me with the cage You put around Ma' Perimida' I'd like to apologize to You for all the hurtful things I do I never meant to turn out this way and I still feel ashamed for the way I behaved I'd like to apologize to You for not doing what You told me to do young Love is rough, but let's not forget it's hard to do it right if You ain't done it yet 'cause We were babies making babies, eat You baby and your blood thought that You could save me from this wavin', flowin' flood well young Lady, You engaged me, but enslaved me with your Love and enraged me with the cage You put around Ma' Perimida'
3.	Dead Larry 03:57	lyrics	buy track
conceal and carry, things got scary when his adversary Larry, flicked the cherry from his cigarette right into his eye, die bitch die, day by day try I try, no one seems to know not me, not him, not her, not We, not anybody but if We proceed in the direction of Truth maybe You won't blame my ideas on the fact of my youth yeah I know I'm young, what are You jealous? that I'm as free as a nihilist with the passion of a zealot my Music's not a product so no, I don't sell it I offer it to You, I've got thoughts so I tell it but if the money happens to come I might snag a few dollars and run just to keep beating my drum, so run Lady run come baby come your fun is done, my fun's just begun 1989, that's the number born beginning of June, born beginning of Summer born the same day as Tiananmen Square wait, hold up, I can't hear You, there's too much Destiny in the air mon frere Mr. Ma Fucker I miss my dead Brother Mr. chickity-clickity-clucker, Mr. kissy Lover Lover, suckin on a sucker Mr. Peter Piper da pick, Bratta tat tat tat tat tat tat I don't have to make sense, I'm young old people I'm Spring and you've already sprung is it the generational gap that make You think my ideas are wack and not worth the prize at the bottom of the crack jack and both of my Grandfathers died of Heart attacks but I'm burning through the bacon like there's no lookin' back 'cause I could die anyway, die anyway and my only legacy will be the things I write and say now you're at home listening to my material talking with your Friend's, 'is he being serious or satirical?' who broke that Heart of D'Mo's? well, well, well, wouldn't You like to know I'll tell You in a different rhyme, in a different line at a different point of space and time 'cause right now I gotta continue to climb because I'm gettin' older I gotta prepare for dying and keep pushing this boulder 'cause Sisyphus and Icarus got syphilis, I'm sick of this a candy kiss, I'm liquidous, everywhere, ubiquitous androganis, Godless, I bottle this rock bottomless feeling of honestness just to give a full throttled kiss now does that make sense to anyone besides me??? I know it rhymes cleverly and has a nice melody but honestly I'm offering to open up my honesty promising to give You everything that is inside of me my guts, glory, courage, my story, cowardice, my passion, my bliss, my hate, my fist my eyes, my tongue, my kiss and the most important thing that I would never ever miss my tru.. my Truth.
4.	White Jesus n' Me ;) 03:12	lyrics	buy track
So I mosey on up to the church pew, pill in my shoe intending to use 20 minutes before the mass is through // so it takes effect as soon as christ's erection resurrects and We all have to shake hands, act nice, and genuflect, now // I'm a dizzy wreck, I'm so high I probably couldn't feel the pain this so called God could inflict // You think that I'm a sinner? check yourself perfect catholic 'cause the vatican was laid brick by brick by hypocrite // no savior should be immaculate, I have a massive fit when I think of it why does suicide exist? // if You need something to worship I've got a laundry list of things We take for granted that are worthy of being praised and kissed// and now Ladies and Gentlemen, White Jesus on the Bass... White Jesus on the keys... and White Jesus on the drums... true omnipresence on an instrumental Worship your feet, Worship your feet 'cause You stand on them bitches all day Worship the travel, and those You meet and the cushions of the couches where You stay Worship the finger, Worship the hand 'cause tonite, we're all getting laid a priest once called me an idiot, I'm so fuckin sick of it crack the bible feel illiterate, to me it's gibberish // we're the ants, God's the shoe, he's gonna give us a squish 'cause when the rapture comes, global abortion // proportions don't add up, they're tryin to fit a gallon in a cup and when it overflows, they're like 'White Jesus, what's up?' // depicted as a caucasian of course, even though he was the same color as those being harassed in airports // no savior should be immaculate, I shit a biblical brick when I think of it why the heck do I exist? // finding inner piece is number 3 on my bucket list after meeting Rod Serling's ghost and giving Sarah Silverman a kiss // a soft, sensual kissss, and Sarah, I know your people murdered the lord and savior Jesus Christ, but I'm willing to look past that Worship your Dog, Worship your Puppy 'cause they would offer up their Life for You Worship your Mama, my Mama Love me, 'cause what have You had grow inside of You? Worship the almighty Vagina, praise the Vestibule so what I'm tryin to say is... I need a human savior with scars, and wounds, and calluses fuck the white man fallacies, who care's how strong Atlas is swimming through analysis, I ain't building palaces I'm not sure how to get to Heaven, but I can show You where West Allis is.
5.	How Many Boys 04:08	lyrics	buy track
how many boys have You had inside your bedroom while your Mama's sleepin' upstairs? how many boys have You had inside your bedroom while your Mama's sleepin' upstairs? how many boys have You had inside your bedroom while your Mama's sleepin' upstairs? how many boys have You had inside your bedroom while your Mama's catchin' Z's upstairs? on 2nd thought Darlin' I don't want to know, I don't really care uh, actually I do, so please share how many boys have been lying in your bed (goodGod) recently besides me? how many boys have been lying in your bed (goodGod) recently besides me? how many boys have been lying in your bed recently besides me? how many boys have been lying in your bed (goodGod) recently besides me? on 2nd thought Darlin' I don't want to know I just pray that You wash your sheets, I really do. so I went over to her house around 1030 with visions in the mind of getting dirty and dirty We did get, when We start to collect sweat and clothing becomes wet so me moved from the couch to the bed when all of a sudden the question came out of her head what she said posed quite a problem, 'yo D'Mo, You got a condom?' Oh shit I got my jacket dry cleaned that day and forgot to put the condom back in around the way but We found different ways to do found different ways of exchanging bodily fluid eww but she never called me again, I thought We were cool maybe more than Friends but it turns out that she got back with her ex-boyfriend and not only that, You see I feel like a damn dummy because the whole time We were kicking it she had a baby in her tummy but I must confess, that I truly wish her the best how many boys have You had inside your bedroom while your Mama's sleepin' upstairs? how many boys have You had inside your bedroom while your Mama's sleepin' upstairs? How Many Boys? How Many Boys? How Many Boys? have You had inside your bed? how manny boys have You had inside your bedroom while your Mama's sleepin' upstairs? Oh I just feel like a dummy with that little itty bitty baby inside your tummy.
6.	White Guilt Sexy 05:20	lyrics	buy track
You can catch me sucking dick in Bay View, in an all black hoodie I'm not gay, I just think that I'm not what You think that I should be and my Mother's starting to understand that she's never understood me and will never understand me, but I've got Love for my Family I'm just so sick of fighting, I fuckin' hate fighting You can claim to hear a Musician but not listen to the words they're writing Father says I want to be black, give a 'fuck You' and a cold shoulder if I wasn't white when I cruise around I'd get pulled over and at time's I cruise around this town with a little bit of gin sittin' in a cup holder sitting next to me is a tatted up switchblade soldier who was crazy as a kid and he only gets more fucked up as he gets older just like me, all he wants to do is put his knife through the throat of the bourgeoisie over and over again I am white men I met a girl named Nikki, I guess You could say she was a sex fiend I met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with magazines I am white men, white guilt, white privilege raping the Virgins and bringing disease and perversion to the village creating alternative versions to our occurrences such as our creative methods of genocide we're physiological murderers we're a race that tastes like a blender filled with money and the testicles from ted bundy, and a noose that's bloody well the noose is the new crucifix, fuck it, I'll try one on just to see how it fits, Oh my gosh I Love it now I rock a noose everywhere that I go let my rope hang long all the way to my toes fuck a can of cola, put some coke up my nose but sell black-men-crack and in jail you'll decompose fuckin' ash and bones, fuckin' peanut butter and cellular phones I squeeze the blood from a stone (get sexy man) and I just want to make You moan I just want to make Music while You sit and rub your Clitoris from across the room you're tasting each and every lyric, the bass bumps and You feel it you're getting near it I met a girl named Nikki, I guess You could say she was a sex fiend I met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with magazines do You want me to sound sexy? or want me to sound angry? how does that feel baby? if that's the spot then thank me I could lye with You for eternity, or stay in bed all cranky tasting Souls, hanky fuckin' panky Oh goddamn, this wasn't the plan I was supposed to grow up into a respectable man instead of a despicable, critical little bitch with the mouth of a garbage can Wisconsin ain't got to recycle I spend all my time just thinkin' bout Michael and that fuckin' motorcycle that sat in our front yard for all 4 seasonal cycles I wonder what season is considered Mother Nature's period Blood of the Body Blood of the Earth Blood of the Pussy serious I'm delirious people call me rude, I wish We all were nude I wish there was no black and white I wish there were no rules I didn't do what I didn't want to do, I didn't do what I wanted to do I just did what I did I didn't do what I wanted to do, I didn't do what I didn't want to do I just did what I did didn't do what I didn't want to do, I didn't want to do what I wanted to do I just did what I did didn't do what I didn't want to do, I didn't want to do what I wanted to do I just did what I did just did what I did, I did what I did and I did what I did and I'd do it again did what I did and I'd do it again, did what I did and I'd do it again Lover and Friend, Enemy, Friend and I did what I did and I'd do it again did what I did and I'd do it again...
7.	Giant Steps 03:43	lyrics	buy track
I'm the sucker for the center of a tootsie pop and I'll keep keepin' on till' I drop in the slop hop on Pop like a Dr. Suess check me out with my head in the noose I produce and I'm a lyricist, I pray that You be hearin' this get up in the cypher and Yes You be fearin' this cheerin' this on, along, cheerin' the song poundin' on my chest like I was King Kong what's wrong? what You lookin' at? somethin' smells good now who be cookin' that? I just want to know 'cause my Flow is ready to go pop it in the oven and cook it real slow Giant Steps, my Giant Steps tip of the tongue and the teeth and lips I'll unwrap your politics like a box of chocolates peppermints, sentiments, wait for the apocalypse Who am I? What is this? mind your own business come on over here and help me lift this my back is bad and I lack forgiveness X4 I'm a sucker for the Southern drawl, the long haul pick up the telephone and make that call 1-800 I've been wonderin' where You gonna hide when it starts a thunderin'? lightening is frightening, but liquor is quicker dare You find someone with rhymes thicker fatter make the paint splatter, walking' under ladders Flow's so hot so my teeth never chatter pitter patter mixin' up the batter batter swing you're just like a wedding ring, wanna hear me sing? Ooooooooooo Yes, I can do it all, give You all my Love capture and enthrall ya'll I kiss the cook, took your rook, you're a crook take a look, now don't be shook I'm a sucker for the long legs and the face that You make while You take cigarette drags I'm phased, I'm crazed stuck in this Labyrinth, stuck in a maze David Bowie once told me to Live Life slowly but I can't help myself when I'm rippin' up a track take a step back and give my face a smack Life is too short, but the days are too long prolly be dead by the end of this song can't tell the difference so tell me what's wrong beatin' on the drum, Yes beatin' on the gong I'mma go, I'mma go, I'mma go so far hoppin' from Planet to Planet to Star let's go for a ride, hop in the car I don't care who You was, I just care who You are Who am I? What is this? mind your own business come on over here and help me lift this my back is bad and I lack forgiveness X3 Who am I? What is this? mind your own business come on over here and help me lift this my back is bad and I use forgiveness
8.	The Grandfather Clock 01:40	info	buy track
9.	Jungle Love 03:03	lyrics	buy track
We are all Animals Yes, You and me cooky, Funky Monkeys swinging from a tree We eat and We drink and We poop and We pee and We dance and We ughhh as We try to break Free let your instincts take over furrow your brow and hunch your shoulder and let your inner guerrilla Gorilla out pound on your chest, howl and shout, then shove a banana in your mouth ready to grow hair on my derrière I carry her to the top of the empire to marry her this is King Kong Rap, Congo Flow no matter where You been, or where you'll go 'cause Adam died when Michael died now D'Amato's Gorilla has come alive inside see me swinging from up above spreading my Jungle Love My Jungle Love Oh We Oh We Oh I think I wanna know Ya know Ya My Jungle Love Oh We Oh We Oh I think I wanna know Ya know Ya Shut up now We gone let this cool band of Gorillas come on and smoooth it on out GO HEAD
10.	Pensive Dreamer 05:12	lyrics	buy track
let me be the bee inside your nest let me be the breath inside your chest, the sleep when You need the rest let me be the piece You sacrifice while playing chess and the Lips against your Breast let me be the hand You wanna hold let me be the warmth when You are cold, the one to let You lose control let me be the one to squeeze your Soul I will never let go let me be the light to spark your pipe let me be the proper color ink You use to write 'cause their ain't no point in both of us sleeping alone tonite, no 'cause I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I'll be I can't even remember most of my history but it' such a mystery when you're sitting next to me thing's just don't seem so bad You remind me of the things I've never had You remind me of the things I use to have so why don't You put your Heart in my hand and We can beat together Guess I'm just a helpless romantic Heart on my sleeve, Pensive Dreamer indeed the words that I breath is the blood that I bleed but that ain't nothing new it hurts so bad I can't stand it Heart on my sleeve, Pensive Dreamer indeed I'm all that You need if You choose to believe but who are You? I don't know You I've never met You but I Love You and that's a funny thing to say, but for some reason I trust You I spend my nites dreamin' what You look like as I drift off to sleep and I'm tucked in tight and I'm tucked in tight, but I'm tucked alone no one to touch, no one to hold it hurts enough that the nites are so cold I find it's hard to fall asleep when you're alone I find it's hard to fall asleep, loneliness You keep so deep locked within your ribcage and all You can do is weep and as tears dry time flies Guess I'm just a helpless romantic Heart on my sleeve, Pensive Dreamer indeed the words that I breath is the blood that I bleed but that ain't nothing new it hurts so bad I can't stand it Heart on my sleeve, Pensive Dreamer indeed I'm all that You need if You choose to believe but who are You? I don't know You
11.	C&C (part I) 05:42	lyrics	buy track
I'm so tired of white people, Oh does that make a racist? I don't care, I'll plead guilty to no matter what the case is You can lock me up in jail, I will break out immediately and then I'll murder whatever politicians that stands in front of me this is sociopath rap, bury the treasure and burn the map settin' off my own booby traps, rob the bank and then give it back my Life is only worth the prize at the bottom of the crack jack I don't give a damn, yo I'm really fuckin' sick of that my whole Life is lies, I know no facts I'm just bitter 'cause no one will accept me, nobody ever sex me I pissed off a voodoo vixen and she went and hexed me don't fuckin' text me, if You wanna talk call even then I probably won't pick up, I'm so sorry to You all I realize that I've got problems, spend each day trying to solve them I just wanna keep on growin', I just wanna keep on evolving well You know what, just disregard every single word that I've ever said yo I'm 25 years old and I don't know how the fuck that I ain't dead hey yo, hey yo yo yo, hey yo check your future! hey You hey! grow up, go to college, get a job, gain money stay in your place never act funny spend all your time within work that You hate grow old until death realize Life was a waste grow up, go to college, get a job, gain money stay in your place never act funny spend all your time within wallow and waste and pray that death comes in haste it's an ego thing I guess, I'm high up in the eagles nest these juicy worms I don't digest, I chew em', spew em' for the rest I cut him, threw him to his death and was home for dinner in one breath but then Mama washed my mouth out with soap I cry in restaurants, layer of teflon, You don't wanna step on me I'll pull out your tampon, Oh so grand mon put the pretty lamp on so I can see tip-tippity-tap D'Amato where You at? now give that fuckin' Dog back You Pit Bull thief, You pool of grease I thought You were better than all that you're fuckin' fat and your eyes are too Blue no one but your Mother will ever Love You Hey I respect your opinion as a free thinking individual all of that but I don't find those sentiments to be true You don't get at me when I say to get at me I ain't really happy, but I'll lie and say I'm happy I'm happy and my Brother's still alive and there really is a God and bees don't live in hives they rent out apartments on the lower East side and they don't make honey they just hit the floor and jive jive, jive, jive, jive, jive, jive a Brother and a Pit Bull left in September forcing me to deal with the oncoming inevitably chilling Milwaukee weather alone with the task to remember that instinct will always reign supreme I lost my best Friend and my Bitch in the matter of a month danced through the eye of the storm and I didn't blink once and if You listen to my Music You'd understand it's all about Cocks & Cunts fuck doubles I do my own stunts best Friend and my Bitch in the matter of a month danced through the eye of the storm and I didn't blink once and if You listen to the facebook You'd understand it's all about Cocks & Cunts fuck my hand I ain't fucked in months best Friend and my Bitch in the matter of a month danced through the eye of the storm and I didn't blink once and if You listen to your Heart You'd understand it's all about Cocks & Cunts Maaaan, fuck bowls, You know I only smoke blunts... OH STOP STOP
12.	Raspberry Fingers 04:53	lyrics	buy track
Raspberry Oh it's that time of the month for picking Raspberry and if you're into it, it's really good for finger lickin' we'll take our time You know we'll let the harvest linger 'cause Girl You know I don't mind getting them Raspberry Fingers Raspberry Fingers so sweet, so red Raspberry Fingers and You know I don't mind getting that Raspberry Juice in my bed Raspberry Girl, You know I don't mind gettin' the juice on the other parts of my body Raspberry maybe We could, I don't know, allow admittance to my mouth for this party? Raspberry Fingers so red, so sweet Raspberry Fingers You know a man's got to have a taste, You know a man's got to eat so, what's it gonna be? there's Raspberry on my fingers and in my mouth it only makes sense to take this down South
13.	Of Gold 10:22	lyrics	buy track
all nite, all day, my mind, it prays Of Gold all day, all nite, my mind, it fights My Soul I've got it bad, I've got it so bad I don't know what to do I've got it bad, I've got it so, so bad and it's because of You now don't make me the one who has to figure it all out now let me kiss that tongue that rests inside your pretty mouth I've got it bad, so bad, so bad, so bad but it feels so good Oh, now it's just too much to take Oh, I can't stop I ain't got no breaks Oh, dreamin' of the Love we'll make You are Gold I want You bad, I want You so bad You already know I want You bad, I want You so, so bad but I'm just a gigolo now I ain't got nobody around to call my own and I'm so sad and lonely sittin' by the telephone I want You bad, so bad, so bad, so bad is that understood Oh, now it's just too much to take Oh, I can't stop I ain't got no breaks Oh, dreamin' of the Love we'll make You are Gold all nite, all day, my mind, it prays Of Gold all day, all nite, my mind, it fights My Soul Of Gold, Of Gold, Of Gold, Of Gold You Are Gold You Are Gold ----------------------- don't You mind people grinnin' 'In Yer Face,' kick it... it's a fuck You type of thing, let's the bells ring burn down the church and We start to sing hallelujah, can You feel the Music? well now, do Ya? pull through Ya, I glue Ya to the page flavorful lyrics oregano and sage full of pent of rage, dancin' on the stage tired of bein' locked up so I busted out my cage now I rome the country, rhymes so crunchy turn anyone who crosses my path to lunch meat go ahead punch me have your fist bounce off a skull so thick You might as well stick to givin' your nose a pick 'Cadies I'll punch You in your dick Ladies I'll give your face a lick maybe I'll suck your blood like I'm a tic-tac-toe vampires in a row kill twilight and I might run naked through the snow genitals dangle, Mr. Bojangles, cowboys wrangled, I just strangled the newfangled awkward angled clipped wing angel my thoughts are tangled star spangled, burnin' before my eyes banner yet wave, 50 star slave convex and concave that's how the game's played boom goes the bomb air raid don't You mind people grinning in your face crusin' down the street in my jalopy makin' out with girls, well You know it's kind of sloppy Yes my wiener is very very floppy when I'm in the desert of the Mojave I'm a dude, you're a dude, let's all get nude and kick it to the Funky ass beats don't be rude I'm done bring the beat back do You feel that? LOVE what do We want? LOVE what do We need? LOVE and what are We going to get? LOVE that's right, 'cause We work hard for it LOVE and they may not give it to us freely LOVE so You know what that means, We're gonna have to take it LOVE and distribute it all across our Counterfeit Paradise LOVE GIVE LOVE, WANT LOVE, DO LOVE, BE LOVE

about

Counterfeit Paradise is D'Amato's debut album.

for Michael, Charlie, Geoffrey, and Kyla.

credits

released July 25, 2015

engineering and mixing by Maurice 'Moses' Pelman
recorded at H.E.R. House
mastered by Dan Frankel of Beat House Studios
artwork by Dead Larry
photography and art direction by Maggie Schermerhorn

released by Gloss Records

Moses - scratches
Timothy Stone - Live Drums
Caley Conway - Backing Vocals
D'Amato - Vocals, Guitar, Bass Guitar, Alto Sax, Baritone Sax

All backing tracks produced by D'Amato except for
3, 4, and 7 by Jason Fabus
8 by Turner Barrowman Casey
6 by DJ Dookie Boom Boom and D'Amato