Caravan of Ivory

Caravan of Ivory Frames:

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=566397&songID=8914293

Lyrics:

upon illuminated plains of darkness
a tainted thought strips naked these frames part from flesh
the doom of hatred that proclaims it's harvest
in the garden that starved, and rebargained its offers
to the full coffers of a carcass, the merchants
that caravan through the clause of death, herding
tales of the beast as they sail through disceased
battalions and fleets of galleons at cease
as they made a feast out of the pain of all
they'd take there desert with a grain of salt
as dissolved was ambition, when he had it all
when man conquered the ocean, he'd walk in it's withdrawal
and amongst other poems of past omens
they'd turn there pile of bones into xylophones
play the funny ones to reconcile the tone
made there eternal home as they defiled the throne

this the story of a travelling man
both far and wide
peeks his glory at the gravel and sand
as his soul's stored inside
chambers of gold, thrones of mangled flesh
holds his old bones that he jangles with
his inner devil, which he cared to dance
forever instrumental to his caravan

trading to the cold of dark, from the heat of light
they wouldn't find rest or awakening, peace or life
only to cherish today, what would perish away
in palaces of bones they'd grace the merits of slaves
as the minstrels travel, falters by the anvil he leasures
bearing more of a weight as there shackled to there treasures
a path once paved in gravel, then gold, then to sand
alike the scimmed skins of lambs, it cleansed the lands

this the story of a travelling man
both far and wide
peeks his glory at the gravel and sand
as his soul's stored inside
chambers of gold, thrones of mangled flesh
holds his old bones that he jangles with
his inner devil, which he cared to dance
forever instrumental to his caravan

as she was infiltrated, raped, and deserted
she was nature who nurtured, this hate, and perverted
from love and affection to lust and contention
to assumptions and dead ends, the ecumbrance of heavens
the plunderings of fallen angels that gave birth to a hell
the callings of the faithful to curse and repel
the passing, the ones unscathed by creaking of bones
the apeasement tombs, enthroned in weep and atone

Raw shit.

Dope beat too.

Your style reminds me of Warcloud, and i fucks with Warcloud.

Good looks.

ILL

thanks guys! i knew as i was making the beat that this would be one of my less tangible tracks, i couldn't help but write it though...