Sunday, January 28, 2018

Noodles Lyrics



He's on his Ps and Qs
Victim of a shampoo used to get the fleas removed
Keen to eating and the things that he could lose 
Hubbada he on the Columbus compass dreaming just the same as you
And it's not like he's the wrong one,
You can get a song done 
While he overnight a Walmart  
And it's hard as dolomite to see that you not harvest exposure hold the mic and your composure 
And I remember the time 
We had copious supply
And not a bill or tab or rent or gas we lived to free our minds

And he was there,
He was sinking into demons there 
He could see your faces twisting, scared, you read it as a glare

And the three of us have gotten out
Callus saturate the broken soul until she fizzle out
That's got a ring to it I say she be waiting on the diamond season
Not a band, but bandwidth, sapphire Needle


Everybody's life is a groove in a vinyl 
Can you tell if they are separate ellipses or a spiral?
An individual tribe?
Not tribal
Of course the zeitgeist is an amalgam of the minds time tried for the generation amount to
But the outsiders too 
They fit in the groove just like that you 


Oooh you like those noodles motherfucker?
She told you toodleoo my brotha 
Off course, back pedaling, you can cue the rudder Caution, plume of wonder
Caustic moves of lover
Caution, plume of wonder
The hallucinogens 
Gone pursue my dharma 
A clot in the pineal 
A Pock on the lineage 
A martyr in confinement 
All my gloom abundance
Stop at the mind I'm in
But find I'm inside the wind
I'm alive with all kinda them
Drugs in lieu of mama

He be dreaming she be sleeping we be eating by the greeting of the morning
Ab and normal yellow porridge worldly tourists 

He sit and leave it to allah
She be fret await for caller 

it's a premature rejoining when the noise becomes a sentence
Bent for extra sensory but terrestrial not paid its penance 
And it's Denice to the peasants or peasants to the heinous and a menace to the planet look at panorama plainly see
It's in the days of deeds don't pay the peso for a miser to redact the final payment wait so, there's a man inside the amplifier?yeah and you say damned if I know where he fits in the record pile up

Boring how you can play a record and hear the notes of a waterfall easing down on the nimbus 
But still a man inside the amplifier hasn't spoke his soul in completion and you didn't hear the bits he could muster
Funny how you can play a record and hear the notes of a thunderstorm pouring down from the nimbus 
But still a man inside the amplifier hasn't spoke his soul in completion and you didn't hear the bits that he could muster


Everybody's life is a groove in a vinyl 
Can you tell if they are separate ellipses or a spiral?
An individual tribe?
Not tribal
Of course the zeitgeist is an amalgam of the minds time tried for the generation amount to
But the outsiders too 

They fit in the groove a just like a you

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