I was bitten by a policeman
He left teeth marks in the back of my hand
I wanna scream, but I canāt say nothing
Got a lot on the line
Put a lot on the moonlight
The invite of a lava light
Mi corazon, pheromone
I wonāt let you go
Oh no, stay aglow with me
Can you keep up?
With my body movinā backwards from the speakers
When Iām dancinā you can barely see my sneakers
Can you spin me like a record
spin me like a record?
Well there you have it, baby
Iām just a sensitive guy
You know I snuffed a million planets
But I still find time to cry
Because thereās more to life
Than making other people die
Like a little bloody tear baby
Running out my dirty little eye
And some things, baby
They donāt make no sense
Does it really matter if it bugs your parents?
So I have a stupid fever Iām struggling to kill. Got it on the way back from London the other day.
I had my surgical consultation, now I just need recommendation letters and scans for the go ahead, but so far, everything is looking positive and this is finally lining up, so I donāt have to think about this any more. Knowing I have drastically overbudgeted for my surgery means I have left overs for things like my travels, which, like any good nerd, is organised in a big google sheets document and budgeted for.
I suspect the fever is down to years of chronic stress symptoms regarding my access to healthcare and barriers around it in every aspect, so now itās basically done and Iāve started to chill out, my body has freaked out. Neck glands out here like Iām doing a bad cosplay of Rath from Mummies Alive.
Iām just eating and resting till Im back to normal, then its on to a (hopefully) less stressful life with the biggest financial investment Iāll need to think about that isnt a new house or something out of the way, and I never have to think about it again. Just living, you know?
Iāve got some filming to do for my online coaching and some editing for my novel, but things are in a good place to go forward.
Accuse you of a crime
Sentenced to endless time
The price you have to pay
Wonāt get away!
Sworn in by the stand
Your rights are gone
The systemās banned
They think you are a liar
A trial by fire
Because the quality of this music video sucks, hereās the studio version.
And To The Tune Of A Billion Dollars, I Supplied To The D.O.E.
Some Tasty Little Nuggets Of Alien Technology.
And As One Might Expect, Iāve Been Harassed For Years
The Men In Black Have Been Bending My Ear
As A Matter Of Fact, They Were Just Here Today,
But I Escaped Them Through A Secret Passageway.
Once I Lived There For A Thousand Days.
My mind has ignited
I can feel it burning down
Watch and wonder as the embers glow
If my flame can be put out
Incite a riot, put yourself in a trance
You rotate the frame in a world you rely on
A scar, a line has been drawn in the sand
Behold the life, the boundaries fools will crush
You are my angel
Come from way above
To bring me love
Her eyes
Sheās on the dark side
Neutralize
Every man in sight
When the Yankees go to LA and Ice Cube throws down with the clean version, and their entire bench is on their feet.
NSFW version:
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When you come around, keep your chain tucked from this
Zero-zero-apostrophe S shit
Fuck a studio lyricist, Iām real with this.
I comes off like chicken drawers in the tele
Roz got plenty
I disconnect you like a hoās celly
Cuz you aināt ready for these son
You best to take ease son
I dance around your cliq like Iām run Rerun
Your whole personaās anorexic, couldnāt hold it down
Thatās it, every bourbon now
Dis you in your very town
So now, I break careers down like fractions
I make it happen, dis you in closed captions.
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I sets it off without a movie star
Blazing in my cliq spitting Uzi spars
Busting like dicks in nudie bars
YIPPEE-KI-YAY, motherfuckers sweeter than Sade
In the studio, claiming they aiming steel?
Bring em my way.
Iām sick of all the gangsters, thieves and backstabbers
On tracks theyāre invincible, but vengeance be simple.
Hereās the shot: I predict yours, my man bust this and packed this
I jump on on your story, with four bars, and stick you
With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another, itās all the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear my calling
In the temple of love: Hear my name
Fun fact, Lenny Kravitzās mom was Roxie Roker, who played Hellen Willis on The Jeffersons.
OH yeah, weāre moving on up.
Something wonderful, Joe.
A sort of stoned silence
Sat on that boat floating out
The waters left me open
All my emotions fog my lenses
Trusting in a stranger
Thereās nowhere to run, enjoy it
Itās all about the here and now
Illuminate the darkness
The waves awoke emotive emotions
Whilst resisting this urge to
Breathe as Iām swimming down
Free when Iām sinking down
Last breath in, closed eyes
Nose hold, equalize
Pulling down under, bound
Descending, deep ending
Earth, under, found
Free-dive, amplified
Sounds of blue
Floating particles as it falls clear
Donāt look up, donāt look down
I might drown into you
A glaze of sweat and kerosene
Will glisten like the rain
Iāve pored across the burning thoughts
To find the only way
That I can let you know
A proclamation of the the pain
The searing brand inside my head
So firmly held in place
My mind has ignited
I can feel it burning down
Watch and wonder as the embers glow
If my flame can be put out