Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention
|
Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything
|
PVC costumes, letters to Castro
|
Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with the afro
|
|
Franz Fannon, yeah yeah I get it,
|
All that curiosity with something to offset it
|
Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations
|
Scientific babies, they be peddling information
|
|
The queen, she's smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm
|
The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs
|
I wrote a book in the year seven-ten
|
By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
|
|
If you're feeling insecure,
|
Cause you're living in a storm
|
If you find them, you can burn them,
|
If you burn them you can keep warm
|
|
Them winds of change, they be bringing change,
|
Especially now there's prostitutes on Ilford Lane
|
You see, it's kinda like, but no, it's not the same thing
|
See there were men on the moon, but they killed them
|
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
|
Times being what they are, Radar
|
|
Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all
|
Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
|
Times being what they are, Radar
|
|
Aeroplanes in my room,
|
And I don't know who's flying them
|
They're playing that tune
|
It's okay, I got my eye on them
|
|
They're making their messages out of them smokes
|
Words evaporate, I can't read what they wrote
|
Their language is so strange, I never seen it's kind
|
The smell of them vapors be taking my mind
|
Combined with that melody, them engines be humming
|
I pick up my mike, I put it down
|
|
See now I'm outside in, I don't know where I'm going
|
I gets in my car, I starts rowing
|
But like the water is seeping
|
It's getting in through the bottom
|
|
I tickle them fish
|
Swallow them whole, now I got some
|
Bones, sticking in my throat
|
Has anybody seen my universal antidote
|
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
|
Times being what they are, Radar
|
|
Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all
|
Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
|
Times being what they are, Radar
|
|
Don't even think 'bout it
|
Don't even contemplate
|
Before the funk goes to your head
|
You better stop and wait
|
|
Don't even think 'bout it
|
Don't even contemplate
|
Before the funk goes to your head
|
You better stop
|
|
Don't even think 'bout it
|
Don't even contemplate
|
Before the funk goes to your head
|
You better stop and wait
|
|
Don't even think 'bout it
|
Don't even contemplate
|
Before the funk goes to your head
|
You better stop
|
|
And still it's cool, like they does it in Egypt
|
I say come to that river man, but nobody's seen it
|
Believe that, cinematic, atmospheric
|
Panasonic my headphones, ain't nothing on it
|
|
Bonnets on cars, magazines, girls on Harleys
|
We's sneaking up on babies, and we's eating thems Farleys
|
I don't know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took her
|
Fixing those strings as she sings Mr Hooker
|
|
Spikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreads
|
I got the green fishs tail, set sail on a moped
|
Jean of Arc's on the back, trying not to fall off
|
Valentines park, hip hop, set it all off
|
|
It's like I'm on a solitary exhibition
|
It's like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missing
|
Pissing in the wind as I'm lookin' for them answers
|
In seventies movies and topless dancers
|
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian
|
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
|
Times being what they are, Radar
|
|
Bearing in mind there's nothing in it
|
Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all
|
Bearing in mind...
|
Times being what they are, Radar
|
|
-----------------
|
Nefisa
|
Earthling |