Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Untimely Meditations, artist - Saul Williams. Album song Amethyst Rock Star, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: American
Song language: English
Untimely Meditations |
The fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul |
clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence |
as I take flight on bolts of lighting |
claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me |
I of the storm you of the sea |
we of the moon land of the free |
what have I done to deserve this? |
am I happy? |
happiness is a mediocre sin and for a middle-class existence |
I see through smiles and smell truth in the distance |
beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter |
lies our hereafter where tears echo laughter |
you’d have to do math to divide |
a smile by a tear times fear equals mere truth |
I simply delve in the air and if that’s the case |
all I have to do is breathe and all else will follow |
that’s why drums are hollow |
and I like drums drums are good but |
I can’t think straight |
I lack the attention span to meditate |
my attention spans galaxies here and now are immense |
seconds are secular, moments are mine, |
self is illusion, music’s divine |
noosed by the strings of Jimi’s guitar I swing |
purple hazed pendulum hypnotizing the part of I that never dies |
look into my eyes are the windows of the soul |
it’s fried chicken collies and cornbread |
it’s corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil |
it’s the stolen blood of the earth |
used to make cars run and kill the fish |
who me? |
I play scales |
the scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas |
my sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen trees |
and we are the echoes of eternity |
echoes of eternity |
echoes of eternity |
maybe you heard of us |
we do rebirths, revolts and resurrections |
we threw basement parties in pyramids |
I left my tag on the wall |
the beats would echo off the stone |
and solidify into the form of light bulbs |
destined to light up the heads of future generations |
they’re releasing it up in the form of ohm |
maybe you heard of us |
if not then you must be trying to hear us |
and in such cases we can’t be heard |
we remain in the darkness unseen |
in the center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception |
clothed to the naked eye |
five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence |
and that’s the only fact |
in fact there are no facts |
fax me a fact |
and I’ll telegram I’ll hologram I’ll telephone the son of man |
and tell him he is done |
leave a message on his answering machine |
telling him there are none |
god and I are one |
times moon times star times sun |
the factor is me, you remember me |
I slung amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks |
'til I got caught up by earthling cops |
they wanted me for their army or whatever |
picture me, I swirl like the wind |
tempting tomorrow to be today |
tiptoeing the fine line between everything and everything else |
I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through sooth |
the sole living heir of air |
and I (inhale) and (exhale) and all else follows |
reverberating the space inside of drum hollows |
package and bottles and chips and tomorrow |
then sold to the highest nigga |
I swing from the tallest tree |
lynched by the lowest branches of me |
praying that my physical will set me free |
cause I’m afraid that all else is vanity |
mere language is profanity |
I’d rather hum |
or have my soul tattooed to my tongue |
and let the scriptures be sung in gibberish |
as words be simple fish in my soulquarium |
and intellect can’t swim |
so I stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock |
I’m tired of trying to understand |
perceptions are mangled matted and knotted anyway |
life is more than what meets the eye and I |
so elevate I to the third but even that shit seems absurd |
and your thoughts leave you third eye-solated |
no man is an island but I often feel alone |
so I find peace through OM |