His eyes half-closed revealed his world of nod(?).. a world of lonely men and no love.. no god.. his life of seeming nonchalance can't hide. the pain and fear that in his mind reside..
I was doin' it when I was a colored boy of eight or nine or ten. I had never heard of Sigmund Freud but hell I was doin' it then. I was doin' it in my teenaged years when I was running the ghetto streets.
If you're driving through the country on a lazy afternoon. Or you're watching your children playing after school. They seem to be so unaware of. The things that they soon have to take care of.
Because I always feel like running. Not away, because there is no such place. Because, if there was I would have found it by now. Because it's easier to run,.
i wonder if you ready. i like to introduce you to some feelings from jamaica. talking bout reggae. ready or not. i wonder if you ready. i like to bring you closer to vibrations from jamaica.
Glad to get high and see the slow motion world.. Just to reach, and touch, the half notes floating.. Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave Brubeck..
Jagged jigsaw pieces. Tossed about the room. I saw my grandma sweepin'. With her old straw broom. But she didn't what she was doin'. She could hardly understand.
Picture a man of nearly thirty. Who seems twice as old with clothes torn and dirty. Give him a job shining shoes. Or cleaning out toilets with bus station crews.
I sail out on my paper ship. The sea is made of fire. I ride my horse of nuts and bolts. We made to never tire. . The world is just a simple circle. I've got to keep on turning, yeah.
I want to make this a special tribute. to a family that contradicts the concepts. heard the rules but wouldn't accept. and women-folk raised me. and i was full grown before i knew.
A giant eye zapped across the screen,. With tentacle type feeler type thin roots,. Reaching for someone maybe me,. With large black block letters,. Chiseled into the white around the pupils screaming,.
Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me,. Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know. That New York is killing me. Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee.
You explained it to me I must admit. But just for the record you were talkin' shit. Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated. For the people you've always hated.
You explained it to me I must admit. But just for the record you were talkin' shit. Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated. For the people you've always hated.
You explained it to me I must admit. But just for the record you were talkin' shit. Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated. For the people you've always hated.
Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me,. Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know. That New York is killing me. Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee.
And when the morning comes. If there's been no rest for you. We've been friends long enough. You should know what to do. . If that's how you started your day.
The sweet smell of my lady's love. her body blending with my own.. The time when the world is dark and quiet. and we're alone:. near the precipice that separates.
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago. We was talkin about television and doin it on the radio. What we did was to help our generation realize.
Early this morning. When you knocked upon my door. Early this morning. When you knocked upon my door. And I say: hello satan. I believe, it's time to go.