Artist: Atherton f/ Whitney Album: No Threat Song: Good Gone Typed by: Atherton [Intro] I can play the piano but not very well Like when nobody's watching and I'm all by myself [Chorus: Whitney] Oh where oh where, have the good gone? I haven't heard a voice since Oh where oh where have the good gone? haven't heard em speak since Vietnam [Atherton] Haven't really heard a word or slight utterance blurb or excerpt other than the putterin feet kick sand walk away unimpressed with fact your a sad bastard apathetic Mad you don't get it cause they don't get you but expectin a check thinkin credit is due Better edit that view, spellcheck it twice too Doublespaced, hand it back, work cited as proof If that isn't you then you're probably the other happy go lucky with skeletons in the cupboard An unbearable mother, and demoralizing dad you swept under the floorboards cause rugs peel back But your sweetness collapse when you creep on that patch that creeks where the cracks are unevenly matched Repeating the past teeth, feeding on trash 'Til someone says something worth believing we're trapped [Chorus] + {*Whitney ad libbing*} [Atherton] I'm thinking, who killed the 60's? Now it's all Disney Pre-packaged plastic wrap on anything uplifting There's an, air of fraudulent in each and every argument that negates deviant ways and puts pride in honest men nonsense when you got love but can't show it cause the skepticism in 'em looks for ulterior motives Showing anything other than the depth of my depression I begin to question my own artistic direction Each sentence this is my attempt at prevention of pigeonholing these flows for what they can and can not mention For that matter sound like, be it synth, sample or soundbite give a fuck about the method if in the end I've found light It's downright completely most truancy I've ever had Put it on my mother's yet to be engraved epitaph You better laugh now while there's still wind in you If you can't say it with style no one cares what you've been through I'm into and all about those prolific writers No one there to tuck me in, I still got them to say goodnight to [Chorus] - 2X [Outro] You feel you gotta scream at somebody Be visceral, and mean to somebody Let everybody know you're cool Belong to that "FUCK YOU!" school But, that isn't it Sweet music, can be true Wynton Marsalis? He's no fool