Climb Trees
Sage Francis Lyrics


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Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show
Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me
I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state

Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead still
Upright...but dead still
Word is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on
If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn
-er Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more...
because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore

I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck
Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up

Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range
Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the change
How strange...you think these clouds look lovely?
Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above me
No symbols...are below me enough to overlook
I know you read my every move, I wrote the book

Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..."
Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being interviewed
Shaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?"
Brought it right back to me like "What've you been up to?"

I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs
I walk the streets. And they don't know that I'm famous in 2000 years
So I say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in their face...
Disrespecting their personal space
In a split second, curtains and drapes get closed
They think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s
I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched
that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:"

"I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down
Dead to this world. Bury me now."

I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated time to come
but its too late I've missed my fate. I "F" with the deaf, blind and dumb
My father taught me one thing...how to fire a gun
I don't bother...this is survival for fun

I have become the most sinister sin city clicker
cynical dim witted trixter
critical shit grinning hipster
Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be fearful
Be careful
not to make any...sudden...movements
Show me your sole...I like to study shoe prints

You've stepped to me before! I can recognize them stubby toes!
I left them guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows
The pain I've seen. Nobody knows the pain I've seen
Nobody knows why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it bleed

Chorus:
Climb trees...go out on a limb
To find me...forget about him
Forget about hymns...what are those psalms that you sing
What are those songs that are in your head echoing...

I am not here to make a change. I break chains
I break dance moves and move Strange--
Strange Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission statements
Living in basements with subterranean secret service agents
With little patience. A pediatrician who hate kids
Women's lib is getting choked to death by their own baby bibs
Baby, did you know I love women who hate mankind?
I talk about it all the damn time....keep it comin' HUH!!!

"IIIIIIIII HHHHAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEENNNNN"

This conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring small talk,
And I've trade marked this facial expression called the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey fights
While discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights
All them bitches want me tonight...I've been so great and respectful
They only get salty when I bend them into the shape of a pretzel
I make them flexible when I break their schedule. It only got hard...
When I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to give up...God
Damn...this is easier than I thought it would be
They'll attend any party and not fight it as long as they're invited cordially
Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings
But talk to me, I want to take you all under my broken wings

Who's the right man for the job?!
Put up your hands y'all because I'm not tall enough to stand up to God





Who's the right woman?! Throw up one hand...and wave it now

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sage Francis's song "Climb Trees" speaks about self-reflection, individuality, and standing firm against adversities. The first verse describes the singer's position in the world; while life is constantly changing around him, he feels stuck in a stagnant state. In the second verse, he expresses a detached attitude towards society and its norms, preferring to walk the streets and ignore his neighbors. The chorus encourages listeners to seek out their individuality, suggesting that the way to find oneself is to "climb trees," suggesting that it is not an easy journey.


In the third verse, Sage Francis talks about his complicated relationship with fame and the unreasonable expectations that come with it. He also criticizes people who engage in small talk, while in the fourth verse, he speaks against societal norms that constrain individuals. Francis ends the song by asking listeners to think deeply about the right person for the job and to embody that role, highlighting the importance of being oneself in society.


Line by Line Meaning

Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show
I control my own life and the way I present myself to the world


Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
I have the ability to change my circumstances and move up in the world


The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me
The world changes around me, but I am still in control of my own destiny


I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state
I feel stuck and unable to move forward in my life


Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead still
Things happen in life, but I am not actively taking part in them


Upright...but dead still
I am physically present, but emotionally and mentally detached


Word is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on
I refuse to conform to the norms and expectations of those around me


If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn -er Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more...
If the environment is no longer welcoming, I will move on


because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore
When things start to wear down and become uncomfortable, it's time to leave


I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck
I have observed people facing difficulties in their lives


Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up
These surroundings have seen and experienced a lot of things


Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range
Travel and explore the world around you


Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the change
Don't hold onto grudges, let go of the past and move forward


How strange...you think these clouds look lovely?
Questioning other people's perceptions and thoughts


Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above me
External factors can influence our thoughts and decisions


No symbols...are below me enough to overlook
I pay attention to everything, no detail is too small


I know you read my every move, I wrote the book
I am aware of how I present myself and how others perceive me


Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. Endlessness is my "to be continued..."
Don't focus on my flaws, I am a work in progress


Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being interviewed
I get anxious in situations where I am being judged or scrutinized


Shaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?"
I may appear calm on the surface, but internally I am struggling


Brought it right back to me like "What've you been up to?"
Other people are curious about my life and what I have been doing


I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs
I avoid people who I consider to be strange or uninteresting


I walk the streets. And they don't know that I'm famous in 2000 years
I have a long-lasting impact on the world, even if people don't recognize it in the moment


So I say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in their face...
I try to be heard and make an impact on those around me


Disrespecting their personal space
I am unapologetic about invading other people's boundaries


In a split second, curtains and drapes get closed
People will shut me out if I become too difficult or confrontational


They think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s
Even if others try to ignore me, I am still aware of their reactions and emotions


I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched
I am willing to take drastic actions to get my message across


that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:"
I am passionate about social justice issues and use my art to express myself


"I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down
I have power and influence to make changes in the world


Dead to this world. Bury me now."
I am pessimistic about the world and my place in it


I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated time to come
I feel out of place and disconnected from the world around me


but its too late I've missed my fate. I "F" with the deaf, blind and dumb
I have missed opportunities and feel like an outsider to society


My father taught me one thing...how to fire a gun
My upbringing emphasized violence and anger


I don't bother...this is survival for fun
I am willing to take risks and live life on the edge


I have become the most sinister sin city clicker cynical dim witted trixter critical shit grinning hipster
I embrace my darker impulses and persona


Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be fearful
I want reassurance and comfort from others


Be careful not to make any...sudden...movements
I am alert and watchful of my surroundings


Show me your sole...I like to study shoe prints
I am curious and observant of the people around me, even in small ways


You've stepped to me before! I can recognize them stubby toes!
I remember past confrontations and hold onto grudges


I left them guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody knows
I have a violent streak and enjoy taking revenge


The pain I've seen. Nobody knows the pain I've seen
I have experienced emotional and physical pain that others may not understand or recognize


Nobody knows why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it bleed
I feel victimized and helpless in the face of others' actions


Climb trees...go out on a limb
Take risks and push yourself out of your comfort zone


To find me...forget about him
Focus on me and what I have to offer, not others


Forget about hymns...what are those psalms that you sing
Don't get caught up in religious or ideological dogma


What are those songs that are in your head echoing...
What are the ideas and thoughts that you can't shake or ignore?


I am not here to make a change. I break chains
I am not trying to fit in or conform to societal norms


I break dance moves and move Strange--
I am unconventional and expressive in my art and life


Strange Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission statements
My art is provocative and confrontational


Living in basements with subterranean secret service agents
I am isolated and underground in my pursuits


With little patience. A pediatrician who hate kids
I am easily frustrated and irritable


Women's lib is getting choked to death by their own baby bibs
I disapprove of certain values and actions of feminist movements


Baby, did you know I love women who hate mankind?
I am drawn to women who reject societal expectations and norms


I talk about it all the damn time....keep it comin' HUH!!!
I am vocal and passionate about my interests and preferences


"IIIIIIIII HHHHAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEENNNNN"
My disdain for men is a core part of my identity and beliefs


This conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring small talk,
I dominate conversations and don't tolerate small talk or triviality


And I've trade marked this facial expression called the "gawk."
I am distinctive and memorable in my mannerisms and behaviors


So fuck off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey fights
I am easily annoyed and frustrated by other people's behavior


While discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights
I feel like others are trying to steal my ideas or take credit for my work


All them bitches want me tonight...I've been so great and respectful
I feel confident in myself and my appeal to others


They only get salty when I bend them into the shape of a pretzel
Others may resent or resist my control or influence over them


I make them flexible when I break their schedule. It only got hard...
I am skilled at manipulating and altering others' plans and behaviors


When I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to give up...God
I am confrontational and willing to fight for what I want


Damn...this is easier than I thought it would be
I feel confident and capable in my ability to control situations and people


They'll attend any party and not fight it as long as they're invited cordially
Others may be easily swayed or influenced by social norms and expectations


Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings
I have limited capacity for connections and relationships


But talk to me, I want to take you all under my broken wings
Despite my flaws and issues, I do care about others and want to connect with them


Who's the right man for the job?!
I am dismissive and sarcastic about conventional standards and expectations


Put up your hands y'all because I'm not tall enough to stand up to God
I am humble and aware of my limitations and weaknesses


Who's the right woman?! Throw up one hand...and wave it now
I am open and accepting of different people and personalities




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Cheche Garcia


on Buckets Of Silence

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

Cheche Garcia


on Message Sent

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don't know what personality or hand to give it