Triptych II: Hot Property

from by rap legend Jesse Dangerously

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Some years ago, I was careless with my flamethrower heart and my life caught fire and burned and burned and everyone threw gas on it and I ran around all frantic and left blisters where I touched. I hurt more people than I can tell you, more deeply than I can stand to recall. Not least of all myself.
This song was supposed to be healing but it’s too defensive, too indignant. It really just feels scraping and raw. At the time of this writing, I haven’t forgiven everyone. I would like to. When I do, I’ll write a new song.
For now it’s this one, and I am sorry.


I will never forget the way her face contorted when I said, “no,” and let her know for sure that I was sure that we should let go. It wasn't just chagrin – I watched the castles of her future crumble, ushering in a time when I would never touch her again.
I tried to leave, but I was naïve, doing my best, held hostage in my own home with suicide threats. Hell, only human, I guess; fractured under too much high stress. I'll never not have a spot for you in my chest, but big deal.
Nine years scared of starting back at loneliness, high fears and hurt made the parting acrimonious. I dried tears and worked to make the extrication delicate, but lots of worries had me phoning, yelling at the cops to hurry.
Fuck. I'm telling it wrong, out of order and one-sided. The things I can't forgive at this point are ones I did, mostly. That's a given. There is no sweet after-image. I hold the face I made her make that day as a ghostly apparition.

“Get out my life, woman,
I don't love you no more.”

“I left the girls’ hearts broken,”

Long time coming, wrong time arriving. Killer timing. The wages of sin garnished, tarnishing my silver lining, undermining fun designs, underlined my lack of a spine. You want to take a shot?
Take a spot at the back of the line.
Yeah, I did some foolish shit while you just licked your ghoulish lips. I tried so hard and so often 2 quit, but I was 2 legit. Swamped in bad investments, dishonest indiscretions, glad you pompous adolescents all thought it was interesting. Fair-weather friends act like they wear leather skins. Scared of getting 'em wet, and that's a fear that never ends.
It was exciting de-friending me, citing moral ascendancy, taking perverse pleasure, making the pressure worse, whatever.
If you're not my friend now, you never were. And if it makes you feel better, tell yourself that it's for her! Just pick the one you fancy and think of yourself as her champion, but whichever she is, you can't have done half of what I did for her so FUCK YOU.

“Get out my eyes, teardrops,
I got to see my way around.”

“But nevertheless, I’ll say it again – that these are the people that we call friends.”

It was trying circumstances. I know others have had worse, I'm just saying – I fucked up, but I'm not a bad person. Always felt no-one wanted me, never turned it around, so when my heart was a hot property, it burned to the ground.
Can it hurt now to confide that I take a certain amount of pride in knowing that, for a moment, half the world was down to ride?
All the hurt and disgrace served to replace the smirk on my face with a tear in my eye, but you can't erase what I carry inside. I dare you to try!
Buried alive, I tunnelled in the dark to where I heard voices come from. Should have left certain choices undone – I could have destroyed someone. But at this point, dumb grudges and regrets are so useless. We were all of us adults, and mostly wove the threads of our own nooses. Blown fuses and badly patched wiring, plus corrosion, meant we put ourselves through a trial by fire in the resulting explosion.
Some of us walked away tall, some of us crawled. I wish only the very best for everyone that was involved. I'm sorry.

“When girls dressed in black they all look so mournful and common sense just don't get used by mere mortals. You can't hide the flaws in the story you're building, but are you still willing?
The responsibility becomes an afterthought when one remembers the reasons they should've stopped; there's no pretending that you forgot.
For all my fauxs pas I just said, ‘excuse me.’ It was the simplest things that always confused me. I never stopped, I never looked both ways.
How come no-one told me that sometimes it takes a grown man a long time to learn just what it takes a child a night to learn?
I could have used those words.”

I've got gaps in my photo albums, a head full of gaping wounds, a heart that's scraped and bruised, and the hard won grace to lose. But I stand up straight under the weight of my regrets, and the faces I have let fall, I will take to my death.


from Humble & Brilliant, released March 10, 2011
beats and rap and bad decisions by Jesse Dangerously
scratches by Bad DJ Budget Cuts



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rap legend Jesse Dangerously Ottawa, Ontario

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