charlie moonbeam: i was born with the gift of impeccable pitch but the words that i pick seem only to itch me the wrong way, it’s always a terrible game so, hey, would you be my muse?
whenever i try to be quick with my tongue it’s like a disease my brain just goes numb i just need someone who knows what to say so, hey, would you be my muse?
this morning i woke with you by my side and somehow i spoke and to my surprise i asked for yer hand and i asked you to stay so, hey, would you be my muse?
you’ve lifted the curse my ideas now flow free and i know it may hurt but that’s all that i needed baby, yer crazy, i’ll be on my way but, hey, at least you were my muse…
big nick: so it goes.. and so it goes..
when fire burns spirits are present.. listening and we can only listen to them - to see them.. feel them.. to experience life. to free the chains of ancestral manipulation misinformation of what lies beneath beyond lies lie in belief. so believe in the liar not his lies love equals belief love equals belief love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love love
sir jove: whysowhite? whysoblue? whysome? whysoyou? why the Lovers undercover looking for the colored brother to tell ya that you running from ya motha fucking other/ i didn't meant to bring the guns up/ out on you ones up/ when ya done crunching ya numbers/ i got you with the suns up/ segregations cause the funds up/ ninja turtle cowabunga/ pure imagination willy wonka top hat sucka/ i say this all with Love/ because you know you was did rainbows mess you up/ well, color's relative/ cause you's my relativity e equals mc naw, my name jove please check ya knows bleed k-now ha ha did you see? not me see 3D in the middle of the beat cuz i'm so rehe(art)ed we gon restart it/ whysowhite calling the stars in those barses/ and they calling this one the martian/ i knew marvin/ ask him what’s going on/ we all tryna be one/ tryna be human/ in america/ corporatizing all my loves/ oh god! the last one got the gun goons and lennons whiles martin's on the run malcom's is muslim marcus african/ i'm going back to the future check my sun well when my verse is done universing on this one you new like a virgin to this young tongue lizzie izzie really can’t make em dumb when the colors of the love is the rays of everyone and funk!