Absent Minded
what musicians do
so i could lie or tell the truth
i could say im on satellite or ive actually met them
i could begin by saying i was predicted by a prophet
or i lived as one before
either way if i know musicians or not
if i know film makers or not
if i know god or not
this is what they do
they come over to my house and see something they l;ike i own
since i am the ghetto witch
and they curse my object or bless it
keeping in mind their biggest powers in this plane of reality
are money friendship and influence
and then they go off to write a cd about that object they blessed or cursed
they give me hints as to what the object is
what it does
and how to use it in a sense
they make my things of nothing
and turn them into something
for even my roll of red tape
means something to soo many and does something for them
yours never will or can
what about my comb?
what about my shoes?
what about my shirts out of service?
every object in my house is cursed or blessed
hidden puzzles of love or deception for me to sit and figure out
to give away to love
or hand out in anger so they would know what influence to use
dont you have anything figured out?
they want an object to crave
i cant afford to buy anything
they are making the big puzzle now
for me to set off the great big new age wave
the one they are all going to back up
but shhhhhh who is going to give it to me
what are its rules and will it drive us all crazy?
will i ever figure it out in time
which object in my house is worth more now then it will be
this is the game me and the musicians play
and still not the reason why i sing in the streets
and as they write their cheques
the ones they know they can cash
as they learn how to play with me
by cursing and blessing my objects in small amounts
all i have to do is walk around MY HOUSE
pick this up and listen to that and sing along
sure i look crazy
but eventually were all gonna catch on
Is that the death trap shoelace?
is that the razorblade suitcase?
is that the genocide noisemaker?
is that the overthrow the government binder?
is that the party hard box of dominoes?
Come over to my house
and take a list of the cds i own
imagine the objects i own
the puzzle i have to figure out
of what does what and for who
and one day you might see me walking down the street
with the most peculiar object
to drop it on some famous persons lap
in protest
one day you might see me
wealking down the street holding something and looking crazy
but that object im holding is either cursed or worth billions now
and if i ever give it to you
its because i love you
and want you to have a piece of that power and i trust you
or you were given a nobject i could not deal with
a curse i give to you with my broken heart
and tricks up my sleeve
welcome to my house
write a cheque you can cash in this lifetime at least 3 times a year
and remember as you buy and sell me not knowing what you are doing
ill try to go cheap
but many of the objects in my house they lead me to as
they play blind leading the blind with me
is something they truly dont understand
one song tells me to get out of bed
the next song tells me to turn on the radio
i listen to the radio till it tell sme to change the station or watch tv
I listen to mankind all day
and this is how you have raised me
in the midst of powerfull objects you tell me to pick up or place somewhere else
through songs through movies
through commercilas
i play by your rules
the tv tells me to watch a movie
that movie tells me to go to the country bar
i go to the nearest country bar and there are clues in the themes
I just follow follow follow
somedays i blindly lead by following
and sit at home ruling the world with my cursed and blessed objects you are controlled by
as you try to figure out what is doing what
and when you figure it out
you will realise
they have done it to me
turned me into an object to bless and curse
to give away
to hold
to use
to make money off of
a scapegoat
I can turn your life into a ride
and your show will never be like mine
everything changes when i want it to
i could send out a ripple into the nexus or a wave
but it would still end up revolving around me
I could give it all away
i could burn it all away
i could destroy everything
but its already too late
every one on satelite is all just a piece of my game
and those who arent are holes
and when you figure that out
they are pieces of the puzzle to the next level
i could say im on satellite or ive actually met them
i could begin by saying i was predicted by a prophet
or i lived as one before
either way if i know musicians or not
if i know film makers or not
if i know god or not
this is what they do
they come over to my house and see something they l;ike i own
since i am the ghetto witch
and they curse my object or bless it
keeping in mind their biggest powers in this plane of reality
are money friendship and influence
and then they go off to write a cd about that object they blessed or cursed
they give me hints as to what the object is
what it does
and how to use it in a sense
they make my things of nothing
and turn them into something
for even my roll of red tape
means something to soo many and does something for them
yours never will or can
what about my comb?
what about my shoes?
what about my shirts out of service?
every object in my house is cursed or blessed
hidden puzzles of love or deception for me to sit and figure out
to give away to love
or hand out in anger so they would know what influence to use
dont you have anything figured out?
they want an object to crave
i cant afford to buy anything
they are making the big puzzle now
for me to set off the great big new age wave
the one they are all going to back up
but shhhhhh who is going to give it to me
what are its rules and will it drive us all crazy?
will i ever figure it out in time
which object in my house is worth more now then it will be
this is the game me and the musicians play
and still not the reason why i sing in the streets
and as they write their cheques
the ones they know they can cash
as they learn how to play with me
by cursing and blessing my objects in small amounts
all i have to do is walk around MY HOUSE
pick this up and listen to that and sing along
sure i look crazy
but eventually were all gonna catch on
Is that the death trap shoelace?
is that the razorblade suitcase?
is that the genocide noisemaker?
is that the overthrow the government binder?
is that the party hard box of dominoes?
Come over to my house
and take a list of the cds i own
imagine the objects i own
the puzzle i have to figure out
of what does what and for who
and one day you might see me walking down the street
with the most peculiar object
to drop it on some famous persons lap
in protest
one day you might see me
wealking down the street holding something and looking crazy
but that object im holding is either cursed or worth billions now
and if i ever give it to you
its because i love you
and want you to have a piece of that power and i trust you
or you were given a nobject i could not deal with
a curse i give to you with my broken heart
and tricks up my sleeve
welcome to my house
write a cheque you can cash in this lifetime at least 3 times a year
and remember as you buy and sell me not knowing what you are doing
ill try to go cheap
but many of the objects in my house they lead me to as
they play blind leading the blind with me
is something they truly dont understand
one song tells me to get out of bed
the next song tells me to turn on the radio
i listen to the radio till it tell sme to change the station or watch tv
I listen to mankind all day
and this is how you have raised me
in the midst of powerfull objects you tell me to pick up or place somewhere else
through songs through movies
through commercilas
i play by your rules
the tv tells me to watch a movie
that movie tells me to go to the country bar
i go to the nearest country bar and there are clues in the themes
I just follow follow follow
somedays i blindly lead by following
and sit at home ruling the world with my cursed and blessed objects you are controlled by
as you try to figure out what is doing what
and when you figure it out
you will realise
they have done it to me
turned me into an object to bless and curse
to give away
to hold
to use
to make money off of
a scapegoat
I can turn your life into a ride
and your show will never be like mine
everything changes when i want it to
i could send out a ripple into the nexus or a wave
but it would still end up revolving around me
I could give it all away
i could burn it all away
i could destroy everything
but its already too late
every one on satelite is all just a piece of my game
and those who arent are holes
and when you figure that out
they are pieces of the puzzle to the next level
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