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Sage Francis — I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Sage Francis

Chorus

Intro:

Pick up, Pick up…Pick up, Pick up…

Verse One:

Now I can’t even think back. Self-induced amnesia has made its impact /
Mental health produced at leisure was frayed once it was intact /
I voluntarily refuse to remenisce /
If I could choose any wish…I’d lose my genesis /
And prove to my nemesis that I don’t need Memory Lane on my way home /
But I got lost and I needed a pay phone /
Because I was in an unsafe zone…inside of a place unknown /
Where unfamilliar faces roam (…and it’s so strange)… /
I’ve got no change…I could’ve sworn that I did when I left /
My breath gets heavy with every lie and theft /
I looked right and left…then I called people at my home collect /
To tell them, «Things changed.» But they just won’t accept /
I’m out of range…with no respect. Every time I asked for directions /
All I got was dead ai, cut lines, and bad connections /
People who would helo changed their number to unlisted /
411 info left me unassisted. Wickedly twisted… /
incidents. Is it coincidence? I choose to think so /
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures appear like slide shows /
My mind knows each and every single detail /
Total recall is leaving me pale /
Sick to my stomach…nautious…forces of nature bring my homing instinct /
Its stink…is so distinct…now let me think…a minute /
epiphany: This is the much traveled trail from my past /
Now an unbeaten path…unfunny memories are now making me laugh.

Chorus

Verse Two:

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past acts are numerous /
Since out the uterus…Earth encounters ain’t been that humerous /
heheheheh…my laugh lines have been faked for the last time /
I’m past my prime. Climaxing again is a task of mine /
I’m homeward bound. Break out the map and atlas /
I ask gas station attendants…and they just act pissed /
I’m black listed…for not staying true to white lies /
I fight lies…in darkness…heartless…until the night dies /
Then I shed some light on what’s the matter /
Reflections in the looking glass self scatter when the hard stares make it shatter /
7 years bad luck? Time’s irrelevant /
I’m searching for signs of intelligent minds, but find the element /
Which blinds what the hell I think. Now I’m thinking… /
«What time is it?» I see the 12:00 blinking /
Check the position…of the sun…to see there is none /
I figure there’s an eclipse…so I look away to save my wisdom /
The solar system left me stranded in a universe /
Where I do reverse psychology. Apologies are made through my verse /
Ain’t nothing to do but curse when I’m frustrated /
Making people disgusted. Plus, I’m mistrusted and hated /
That’s an understatement, but who really cares about my failure years? /
I’m on an expedition…following my trail of tears /
From when I cried, but…it dried up…and vaporized /
I played your game, so where’s my consalation prize? I’m taking lies /
from faking guys…and gals…who want to be my pals…and peers /
At this here pace, it’ll take me a thousand years /
To fins my way back…encompassing what they lack /
It cost me most of my life, but still I’m thinking about a pay back /
Decapitated…I lost my head, and fear is activated /
I’m in a fog. My blood, sweat and tears evaporated /
I back track to find my lost sense of direction /
Stop, look, and listen…before I cross the intersection /
There’s much construction. I’m signaled with morse code /
to take a detour. Somehow I end up on an off road /
I squint my eyes…trying to find some street signs /
I can only read strong thoughts. These people have weak minds /
Trapped in a desert that to me looks like a sandbox /
With damn NARCS…hold up, son…I’m noticing some landmarks /
I rack my brain…knowing that I can’t attack in vane /
Upon return I promised myself not to act the same /
But every so often my selective screen memory…will be my enemy /
Metamorphasize and say, «Remember me?» /
Getting me petro…wish I could kill the retro /
But heck no…to much of my past I just can’t let go /
I’m just a stone’s throw away from my home turf…which really is this whole earth /
But claims like that have no worth /
epiphany: And then it hits me…the reason why I’m dizzy /
Is because I’ve been traveling in circles keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Chorus

Outro:

Deejay Perseus drumming.

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