First transmission – Earthlings? – letras

I know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amI’m rockI’m rollNat King ColeSchatzakovic drowning in a fish bowlEarthling something you can never get a hold ofBaby took a load offAnd then she strolled offWhistlingHummin’Thumbin’ a ride »Driver won’t you take me to the other side? »I’m a bookA poemBy Leonard CohenSon of the dice manAnd I won’t stop throwingI’m Boris KarloffThe man they could not hangI’m a ruffneck romanticTalkin’ that slangI’m Jesus Christ superstarDriving around in an old yellow carI’m jumping on the balconyLanding on a bigger manI can flyI fly to JapanHail stones falling on my dreadsReminding me of something Hendrix saidTunes from the roomCome back on many levelsSounds from the earthling swing and dishevelI’m Pollyana in the way that I portrayPoo pooLa laI kiss you on a good dayHey little beetleSliding in my bathWhen you flip on your backYou really make me laughI used to kill worms when I was a kidLike Mr. Mclaren, someday I’ll kill SidCrazy how my girl wants a simple lifeShe’s a simple schizophrenic but we get along fineI’m a young parisian,Maybe I’m mistakenMaybe I’m cubanMaybe I’m jamaicanI know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amI never say « never »I always say « more »I know the scoreI know what to look forI know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amKickin’ like a kung-fu ShakespeareAnother girl another planetOn the corner, just wastedOh goshOh goshOh Juliette BinocheI’m on my way to Babylon, by busI’m a big blokeWhen I smoke, I don’t choke »Hi Malachi » let’s talk about hopeIn the beginningHead spinin’ make me dizzyI’m the mirror manSo don’t ask who is itLondon is my cityJamaica’s my countryAfrica’s my historyIt ain’t no misteryHow I came to beEarthling-freeSitting in Ilford watching TVWhere’s UhuraOn an adventureDid she touch your sexual centre?CursingNever seen an earthlingNever seen a microphoneMicrophoneNow i’m all aloneLost in my headOn the road until tomorowI’m double dementedLike William BurroughsP to the I to the M PPimpSako Urinocho reading Iceberg SlimI’m Marcus GarveyI’m Harvey KeitelI’m the ghost of a dog chasing Edie BrickellIt’s crazy perplexingI’m hexing like a haitianI’m an Arowak IndianPicking pockets like FaganI know who I amI’m not who you think i amI know who I amI’m not who you think i amI know who I amI’m not who you think i amI know who I amI never say « never »I always say « more »I know the scoreI know what to look forI know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amI know who I amI’m not who you think I amI know who I amI’m not who you think i amI know who I amI’m not who you think i amI know who I amI know who I amI’m not who you think i amI know who I amI’m not who you think i amI know who I amI’m not who you think i amI know who I amI’m Michelangello working on a totem poleI’m Gallileo studying ShintoI’m the rest of the earth giving birth to a babyGrasshopper, tell me about slaveryI’m in a sauna, watching televisionYeah, Tripitaka gave me permissionI’m that man in 1686Saying black people come from venusYeahI saw her reading poetryPractising versesWhat’s the meaning of 33 degrees in the morning ?It ain’t easy manIt ain’t easy