Quincy’s March: Translations in English and Lyrics - Avantdale Bowling Club

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Lyrics of Quincy’s March
by Avantdale Bowling Club

Verse 1:
My son sits on my shoulder
My greed dies content, my whole life starts over
There vomit on my favourite shirt, dribbling like he's iverson
My magnum opus, a brown cardigan with his matching loafers
I’ve been watching life form in the petri dish, this must be how prometheus felt
Shit, all of this shit don't seem so meaningless now
My ego drowns in empathy, the dream i had back in my teens
Finally now RIP and the YGB goes on

I spark it with the torch then i pass it
Push my king in his chariot on a Sunday at the market
Me and my shell toes walk proud down Avondale Road like it's Melrose
The first time in 10 years that I've felt home
I found hope in the mundane
I fell deep in the well known
That train clack in the background like Coltrane on the alto
From Friday in a k-hole to Saturday at K-Mart
Old days in a haze my hay days parked in the hay barn
I lay under the radar in the backyard
@peace now at last
Maybe all of this happiness shit ain't as hard as i act calm
Really complain about nada
Holy mother marijuana
This kind of craziness make an atheist start to think about karma
Start to see the chink in my armour
Start to see myself in my father
Start to free the hate that i harbour for him
Appreciating my mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a Monday like summer time in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define. too hard to find the right word to write
To rhyme it like I'd like, kinda like my life started over that night the light of my day
Can't describe the type of cliche i feel
I'm way too high to contain it. ain't no point in trying to explain it
Thank you for the life that you gave me Quincy. RIGHT ON

Verse 2:
I never felt like this, shit never smelt like this
Crashed on the couch out for the count, down right out right bliss
Anybody had'a ever told me life would turn out like this

I would just thought that you were a shit talking self righteous alchemist

I was stuck up in my selfish learned helplessness
Proud to never amount to shit, i was about to just give up on making this album
I was in Melbourne down and out of it
That drought almost drowned my gift, then i somehow found my fix

Changed me while i changed you, gave me what i gave you
We were broke, we made do, then you made your debut
And made me think that i been created only just to create you
That made me want to really make use of my time, time to take two steps back

And check back into the real world and accept that
Music is not life, but at best, it reflects that
And really my biggest success as a man isn't my best track
Now let that sink in and see that it’ll never get better than just that

——

Give a shit about being the best rapper, i only wanna be the best dad
Never gonna be the next Zappa, don't expect no respect back
And i'll never let my regrets hang over your head, you can bet that
Ever we get strapped then i'll get cash, if i gotta build a fucking meth lab. then so be it
I was made by dope dealers, didn't mean that weren't dope leaders
And even though they were both cheaters, my mother never kept no secrets
And pops never kept no leashes on me like no polices
And no teachers could tell that little 5 year old genius shit

I had to step in it myself, i had to figure it out alone
To really know how it felt, and after all the shit i smelt
I still don't really know shit, I'm still only a grown kid
Just hoping that i don't make the same mistakes that my folks did

Be bogus if i told you that i knew what an adult is
Cause really i was crying like a baby when i wrote this
I was holding onto my nana's hand watching her eyes closing
Same time that i watched yours open and the world just kept revolving

So march on Quincy

Translation in English of the Song
Quincy’s March by Avantdale Bowling Club

Verse 1:
My son sits on my shoulder
My greed dies content, my whole life starts over
There vomit on my favourite shirt, dribbling like he's iverson
My magnum opus, a brown cardigan with his matching loafers
I’ve been watching life form in the petri dish, this must be how prometheus felt
Shit, all of this shit don't seem so meaningless now
My ego drowns in empathy, the dream i had back in my teens
Finally now RIP and the YGB goes on

I spark it with the torch then i pass it
Push my king in his chariot on a Sunday at the market
Me and my shell toes walk proud down Avondale Road like it's Melrose
The first time in 10 years that I've felt home
I found hope in the mundane
I fell deep in the well known
That train clack in the background like Coltrane on the alto
From Friday in a k-hole to Saturday at K-Mart
Old days in a haze my hay days parked in the hay barn
I lay under the radar in the backyard
@peace now at last
Maybe all of this happiness shit ain't as hard as i act calm
Really complain about nada
Holy mother marijuana
This kind of craziness make an atheist start to think about karma
Start to see the chink in my armour
Start to see myself in my father
Start to free the hate that i harbour for him
Appreciating my mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a Monday like summer time in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define. too hard to find the right word to write
To rhyme it like I'd like, kinda like my life started over that night the light of my day
Can't describe the type of cliche i feel
I'm way too high to contain it. ain't no point in trying to explain it
Thank you for the life that you gave me Quincy. RIGHT ON

Verse 2:
I never felt like this, shit never smelt like this
Crashed on the couch out for the count, down right out right bliss
Anybody had'a ever told me life would turn out like this

I would just thought that you were a shit talking self righteous alchemist

I was stuck up in my selfish learned helplessness
Proud to never amount to shit, i was about to just give up on making this album
I was in Melbourne down and out of it
That drought almost drowned my gift, then i somehow found my fix

Changed me while i changed you, gave me what i gave you
We were broke, we made do, then you made your debut
And made me think that i been created only just to create you
That made me want to really make use of my time, time to take two steps back

And check back into the real world and accept that
Music is not life, but at best, it reflects that
And really my biggest success as a man isn't my best track
Now let that sink in and see that it’ll never get better than just that

——

Give a shit about being the best rapper, i only wanna be the best dad
Never gonna be the next Zappa, don't expect no respect back
And i'll never let my regrets hang over your head, you can bet that
Ever we get strapped then i'll get cash, if i gotta build a fucking meth lab. then so be it
I was made by dope dealers, didn't mean that weren't dope leaders
And even though they were both cheaters, my mother never kept no secrets
And pops never kept no leashes on me like no polices
And no teachers could tell that little 5 year old genius shit

I had to step in it myself, i had to figure it out alone
To really know how it felt, and after all the shit i smelt
I still don't really know shit, I'm still only a grown kid
Just hoping that i don't make the same mistakes that my folks did

Be bogus if i told you that i knew what an adult is
Cause really i was crying like a baby when i wrote this
I was holding onto my nana's hand watching her eyes closing
Same time that i watched yours open and the world just kept revolving

So march on Quincy

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Quincy’s March: Translations and Lyrics - Avantdale Bowling Club
Avantdale Bowling Club is a jazz-rap band led by New Zealand MC Tom Scott, whose previous projects have included Homebrew, @peace, Average Rap Band, and more.

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