Nefisa – Earthlings? – letras

Mirror boy, rhyme with dada conventionPsychoanalysis didn’t mean anythingPVC costumes, letters to CastroShow me what you’re reading, freaky girl with the afroFranz Fannon, yeah yeah I get it,All that curiosity with something to offset itDiagrams and plans, drawn in secret locationsScientific babies, they be peddling informationThe queen, she’s smoking prozac, we be smoking napalmThe verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombsI wrote a book in the year seven-tenBy nineteensixty-nine I had written moreIf you’re feeling insecure,Cause you’re living in a stormIf you find them, you can burn them,If you burn them you can keep warmThem winds of change, they be bringing change,Especially now there’s prostitutes on Ilford LaneYou see, it’s kinda like, but no, it’s not the same thingSee there were men on the moon, but they killed themBearing in mind, my mind’s soul foodBearing in mind, my mind’s aquarianBearing in mind, my mind’s mineTimes being what they are, RadarBearing in mind yes yes, y’allBearing in mind, there’s nothing in itBearing in mind, my mind’s mineTimes being what they are, RadarAeroplanes in my room,And I don’t know who’s flying themThey’re playing that tuneIt’s okay, I got my eye on themThey’re making their messages out of them smokesWords evaporate, I can’t read what they wroteTheir language is so strange, I never seen it’s kindThe smell of them vapors be taking my mindCombined with that melody, them engines be hummingI pick up my mike, I put it downSee now I’m outside in, I don’t know where I’m goingI gets in my car, I starts rowingBut like the water is seepingIt’s getting in through the bottomI tickle them fishSwallow them whole, now I got someBones, sticking in my throatHas anybody seen my universal antidoteBearing in mind, my mind’s soul foodBearing in mind, my mind’s aquarianBearing in mind, my mind’s mineTimes being what they are, RadarBearing in mind yes yes, y’allBearing in mind, there’s nothing in itBearing in mind, my mind’s mineTimes being what they are, RadarDon’t even think ’bout itDon’t even contemplateBefore the funk goes to your headYou better stop and waitDon’t even think ’bout itDon’t even contemplateBefore the funk goes to your headYou better stopDon’t even think ’bout itDon’t even contemplateBefore the funk goes to your headYou better stop and waitDon’t even think ’bout itDon’t even contemplateBefore the funk goes to your headYou better stopAnd still it’s cool, like they does it in EgyptI say come to that river man, but nobody’s seen itBelieve that, cinematic, atmosphericPanasonic my headphones, ain’t nothing on itBonnets on cars, magazines, girls on HarleysWe’s sneaking up on babies, and we’s eating thems FarleysI don’t know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took herFixing those strings as she sings Mr HookerSpikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreadsI got the green fishs tail, set sail on a mopedJean of Arc’s on the back, trying not to fall offValentines park, hip hop, set it all offIt’s like I’m on a solitary exhibitionIt’s like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missingPissing in the wind as I’m lookin’ for them answersIn seventies movies and topless dancersBearing in mind, my mind’s soul foodBearing in mind, my mind’s aquarianBearing in mind, my mind’s mineTimes being what they are, RadarBearing in mind there’s nothing in itBearing in mind yes yes, y’allBearing in mind…