Cannabis Oil (feat Janai)

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lyrics

Going to make us braver
Going to cure you of the ills
Going to be our savior
Better than any pills
This will be the mixture, boy, the secret elixir
It will make you well again
Stronger than Hercules, bigger than Atlas
Striding back to health again, bootless and hatless.

Grind up the grass
The home grown stash
Grind it up to fine green dust
Then boil it and boil it till it’s black and shiny
Boiled right down to a tiny, tiny
Slick of oil at the bottom of the pan
The weather’s turning colder and the days are growing short
And we’re learning what we’ve never ever been taught

And you’re sitting on the bench in your Frank Sinatra hat
And the leaves are shaking yellow
And it doesn’t matter that
The angels and devils
Are dancing hand in glove
We’re going to make a miracle come true
For you, my man, my love?
And the weather’s turning colder and the days are growing short
And we’re learning, we learning what we’ve never been taught


Remember when
I used to raid up your stash box
Hash blocks
Burnt through my brain like spots

White spots, red spots
All these damn dead spots
Bed bound blood levels
Boil another batch mum

Burn off the liquid
Scrape out the tin
Crush leaves green stems
Chuck it all in

Home grown medicine
Hope in the weed smoke
Old willow bones
Drifting on reed boats

Pops got green fingers
And dirt in his nails
Potter in the garden
Cursing at snails

Whose hard little shells
Could never quite protect
From fate’s tight grip
What a pain in the neck

Oh what a damn thing
This hurt of a splinter
Freezing your skin
Like weeds in the winter

Dreaming on sofas
Stoned in a slumber
Cannabis oil
The last roll of a number

Yeah that could do the trick
Steam all the green
From the stem to the tip

My spirits in this
Like matches in a box
This brown paper bag
Got me thinking bout pops

I bagged his last crop
Now it sits in my back room
Green turns to black
Dropping ash in the vacuum

A sickle moon settles
Over all of us
The Royal Free car park
Craters of dust

Crushed leaves green stems
Chuck it all in
Burn off the liquid
Scrape out the tin

Sick yellow skin
Borne out from bad blood
Wonder if the green things
Could kill a few bugs

Show me gold things
Gold rings with white pearls
Give me skunk buds
With the bright orange swirls

Sweet smelling pollen
That crumbles at flame
Burn off the liquid
Take what remains

Dreaming on sofas
Stoned in a slumber Cannabis oil
Last crack of the thunder

Yeah that could do the trick
Steam all the green
From the stem to the tip

credits

from Sixteen Sunsets, released January 23, 2016
Lyrics/Vocals: Hartley Lloyd Pack/Jehane Markham
Music composition: Richard Day
Vocals: Janai
Kora: Tom Vella
All other instruments: Richard Day
Produced by Richard Day

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Sixteen Sunsets London, UK

Sixteen Sunsets are Jehane Markham and Hartley Lloyd Pack: mother and son; poet and writer.

Sixteen Sunsets are Jehane Markham and Hartley Lloyd Pack: mother and son; poet and writer.

This self titled album is art at its rawest and most true; music created collaboratively by family, friends, singers and musicians, inspired by the life – and death – of the late Roger Lloyd Pack.
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