Yalla yalla yalla on this train
Life outside, music in the brain
Let's all just forget they lied to us for now
about everything.
We'll go for a ride-
Naiveite is the highest form of beauty
Truth is a dull horrorshow.Rasta, play me something new man
Something new with the scent of familiar,
something that just says;
Floating on driftwood and seeing home
In the wave reflection.
Here I'll have another train coffee
But I think I can already see the destination
outside the window-
It looks big, blue and like an endless gorge
swallowing up everything.
The cars are all trying to get there
The trains too, they have to stop
As soon as you get there, shining, basking
You begin to forget everything.
So let's do that baby, forget fucking everything.
I don't even know my own name anymore
Give me a time, an appointment
One I can arrive late to, of course.
In return, do whatever you want with me
Just ruffle my hair
I won't wear a hat
Play a part, act out a scene-
Not you mind when I do.
Just ruffle my hair
And call me crazy like you're a broken record
Call me crazy like it's the only phrase you know
Because it is, you don't know anything.
Everything else is pretend nothing
I'm crazy, that's it.
Insincere advertising is like a plague-
Self-promotion gets me nowhere
Frustrated masturbation
Fucking stop, stop already, stop everything
If everyone saw it, it was really nothing.
Now, at 11:23 am, I'm free
I can hear the old piano, chords
playing like a drumbeat
Inviting me to come back
To entertain that blissful delusion once again.
Doo doo, doo doo
Doo doo, doo doo doo doo...