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
