PATASKALA - John Reuben

Bright and early in the morning and my day's on track
Hot coffee in the kitchen? Okay, I'll take it black.
66 degrees with a comfortable breeze,
I guess every now and then you get days like these.
And I'm thankful, hit the city streets grateful,
We're livin' life to the upmost while we're young and able.
While others fable about where they come from,
We got nothing to hide, we're far from stardom.

Chorus:
P-A-T-A-S-K-A-L-A, O-H-I-O
P-a (P-a), t-a (t-a), s-k (s-k), a-l-a
-repeat-

We never did anything in that place, just waste time,
Talkin' about what we'd do if givin the chance to.
You know, stupid things that we never live out,
It sure was cool for a moment to think about.
You could say just an innocent exaggeration,
Just some young adults have fun, by imagination,
But somehow we stretched ourselves and started livin' it.
Life is funny sometimes, isn't it?
We're in the sky on the plane over European terrain,
Lookin' down to the ground we watched the earth change.
At night in the car over looked by afar,
Thinkin' to ourselves, none of this is really ours.
Perspective changes, we could never claim this
Life, Yahweh spoke and showed us what our aim is.
Something that wasn't alive by heartbeat and breath,
And something that's not left with bone and flesh.

Chorus

Life is too short to sweat the minimal,
And things that once seemed simple now seem valuble.
Like the simple satisfaction of being content,
And the simple satisfaction in the time we spent.
I value everything our friendship meant,
Even though you never paid me back the money I lent.
Speakin' of which, the other day, your mom I saw her,
I had to tell her Scott Bellows still owed me 50 dollars.

Chorus

(In Background)
This one goes out to the one we know,
From Kid Flow to Fourth Avenue,
Mr. Scott Bellows
-repeat-

I'm wantin' all heads to break up.
Open ears to listen,
Scott Bellows is the fellow with the grand design and 'vention.
Reuben asked me to throw in a twenty second verse,
I have a rhyme and some time,
But oh well, what could it hurt.
Out of style, out of practice,
Out of touch and out of taste,
I started thinkin' to the days of the showcase.
So I set off to explorer the store of lyrics in my head,
But for hours I got nothin', and I wrote this instead.

Pictured It - John Reuben

You ever felt somethin' you couldn't explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, I said,
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, than I, than I...
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured...hold up.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.

And then there was me:
Analyzing life more than I was living.
Anything possible good,
I destroyed before the chance was ever given.

See, if I never have anything,
I'll never have to lose anything;
but then again if I never had anything worth losing
I guess I lost everything.

Either way, you could say,
Pain will become a result from both,
So actually I'm giving in to the very thing that I fear the most:
Losing it all,
Everything,
Completely unaware,
That a fear of failure was the one thing that was taking me there.

Fear of life,
Fear of love,
Fear of man,
Failure to relate
How I and God, and His voice to me
Would even begin to translate.

So I wait
To escape
This condition of rationalizing my own destruction.
But I keep on listening to the voices that don't deserve my discussion.

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.

You ever felt something you couldn't explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.

Check this out yall-

She's an artist, all right,
Capable of some of the most abstract stuff imaginable,
And it's made personal for me.
You see, she uses my mind as the canvas
To create her manipulated perspectives on life,
So I'm the only one that can even see what I see, ha.

Until the art hits the heart,
And begins to take an outward expression,
Kind of like an involuntary confession of the soul and who's in control.
And how many minds have been painted
By the hands of crafty irrationality,
And have different paintings of reality
Hanging on the walls in a fictional gallery?

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
All right, I say- I say now, hold up, hold it up.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.

You ever felt something you couldn't explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.

Actions speak louder than words and I've come to find,
That I've been building on a design that could only be found in my mind.
Blind to the force behind what caused my accuracy to be tainted,
'Cause my mind was smart enough to manipulate itself,
But not smart enough to figure out it was being manipulated.

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Things looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Things looked different than I pictured it.

Than someone pictured it,
Than someone pictured it,
Than someone pictured it,
Than someone pictured it,
Than someone pictured it,
Than someone pictured it,
(I looked at her, she looked back at me)
Than someone pictured it!
Than someone pictured it.

You ever felt somethin' you couldn't explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.

You ever felt somethin' you couldn't explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.

There are things I can't explain!
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.

You ever felt something you couldn't explain?!
No definition, no name!
Just a feeling!
No definition! No name!