Silently I step up with a subversive subtext, Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects, Place my faith in the belief that the general public, Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet,
I ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom, Well not just yet, But if there's something I feel strongly about, Then I'll discuss it, And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket? I'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say "FUCK IT"...
Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for my feet to grow wings, That lift me above, All of these tiresome things, That we know and love, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does, Waiting for my feet to grow wings, That lift me above, All of these tiresome things, That we know and love, Waiting for the beat to kick in, But it never does.
A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up, Or being in a dream, or dream like state. Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work... You might say I'm keeping it surreal but... I'd rather you didn't. Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that. I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be.
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I was walking along through unfamiliar streets, And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around. I don't know where I was but it had a feeling of New York, But not New York in real life the New York you see in old films, I can't really explain why it just had that vibe, Every step I took felt somehow more dramatic.
So I kept walking and down an alley behind a bar Sitting on some metal steps I saw a man, From the look and smell of him it was clear that he enjoyed a drink, But he wasn't in such a state I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him, With due care...
"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud, "We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd", Now just what he meant by 'we' I didn't really get, But all the same I took a seat next to him on the step, He said "You'll meet a few people before this day is through, Who will administer advice and guidelines to you, Now what each of them says I'll tell you now is true, But whether or not you take this advice is for you to choose", At that point he acted as if someone had whispered in his ear, Which, since noone else was there, was pretty damn weird, Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard, And he cleared his throat for a second and said "Listen here, In this life you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant, For years I was smart, I reccommend pleasant, Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence, But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent",
With this information I was encouraged to walk on, I continued alone through these empty streets, Thinking over what Elwood had said but at the same time thinking About how fucking strange the day had been so far, I was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest, And a guy said "Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there",
I looked up, He said "Hi, pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler, I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from ya, I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today, And you may think that a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say, But it's said that observation, not old age, brings wisdom, And I observe every single life lesson I'm given, I won't attempt tell you how to love or be loved, Because you get a different genie each time that lantern is rubbed, But I will offer you advice on dealing with life,