Open Door Illogic & Blockhead
"Open Door" by Illogic & Blockhead, released in 2004, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of vulnerability, introspection, and the complexities of relationships. The lyrics convey a sense of longing and the desire for connection, while Blockhead's unique production features intricate beats and samples, enhancing the emotional depth. The song resonates with listeners for its relatable themes and introspective style.
[Sample from the movie "Crash"]
"It's the sense of touch. Any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass"
[Illogic]
Syncopated censorship. Alive in every handshake
Divided by, the hunger strike of, generational curse
Lucid memories mangled to mush
A childhood that misplaced it's innocence somewhere in four years old
The birth of a requiem, elevated beyond demographic cycle systems
When egos fall, victim to the orthodox they
Crab walk in single file
Megalomania masquerades as, open hands and, unfolded plans
Omni-presence, penetrates the populous with
Fly paper, origami attraction, divide and conquer reflection
Devine delusion direction
See, I've been placed here to conjure a sacrifice for the price of a rainbow
Tangible tomorrow, while today is only a dream
Fashionably late to elevate cynicism to its pedestal
But I won't rest until the empire, sits at it's proper place
The dialogue of a ghost town
Bleeds through every speaker box, and shock isn't the word for it
When these egos fall in the forest they won't make a sound, but
I'll be around
"It's the sense of touch. Any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass"
[Illogic]
Syncopated censorship. Alive in every handshake
Divided by, the hunger strike of, generational curse
Lucid memories mangled to mush
A childhood that misplaced it's innocence somewhere in four years old
The birth of a requiem, elevated beyond demographic cycle systems
When egos fall, victim to the orthodox they
Crab walk in single file
Megalomania masquerades as, open hands and, unfolded plans
Omni-presence, penetrates the populous with
Fly paper, origami attraction, divide and conquer reflection
Devine delusion direction
See, I've been placed here to conjure a sacrifice for the price of a rainbow
Tangible tomorrow, while today is only a dream
Fashionably late to elevate cynicism to its pedestal
But I won't rest until the empire, sits at it's proper place
The dialogue of a ghost town
Bleeds through every speaker box, and shock isn't the word for it
When these egos fall in the forest they won't make a sound, but
I'll be around
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