old poem I found and decided to type out
welcome back, to the classic story, myth seen working in tough skin, when what time? again? Found dinner on the table, found myself a home called Babylon in the past, reincarnated myth doing, picking, teaching, digging, planting, walking, sleeping, scratching, Yes-ing, sitting, sexing.
packing in the past like a cigarette.
Burying hypocrites with vegetables so they are proper fed,
like a library, cornfed full of knowledge of the dead.
age no bound, cat purred, captured skin, sunshine I'm the fall guy.
NO needs, true.
well all see that is a cirrus inside its self.
sunshine is a god, sunshine is wealth.
wear a costume with me, on a weekend, dance away the reason
Funk that shuns the light, hep hep no reason, what's got the funk, in your mind or place or attitude,
how can you see me? how can you see me?
here's my interpretation, sharing its melody I want to be thought about as you, just like sun. that me, who? who? who? I don't wanna funk with you, I don't wanna, I don't wanna funk with you, I don't wanna
written a long time ago. lol found in a pile of records while I was listing them on discogs