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Artiste:
Saul Williams
Titre:
Control Freak
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[Saul Williams:] I drive a yellow Volvo '86 submarine Someone's behind me in an escalade trying to blind me with their high beams I make a left I'm the road to nowhere, heading west The sky is purple streaks The sun is setting in my chest I feel warm inside So I'm going for a ride Put your picture on my dashboard 'till my fate and yours collides [Mia Doi Todd:] Seaweed... washed upon the shore... Severed locks of he who walks the ocean's floor [Saul Williams:] Got a yellow Volvo '86 submarine Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels and my tank is filled with dreams Fuck the game, I practice being in the passing lane And watch the price of gasoline rise with the price of fame I'm immortal I render unto Caesar to be cordial He sees a wooden casket where I see a glowing portal Check your engine, looks like you're running on the blood of Indians Put some turquoise in that Rolls Royce before you crash into a pendulum [Mia Doi Todd:] Seaweed... washed upon the shore... Severed locks of he who walks the ocean's floor [Saul Williams:] I drive a yellow Volvo '86 submarine I drove it under water guided by my own high beams Nothing's left Witnessed the demolition of the west Felt like a little kid hiding in my mothers' dress I'm in space The lone ambassador of every race The starfish that discover me plant their flags into my face I'm a clone of every written and unwritten poem A shark pulls up beside me fingering beads and chanting "Om" I can't believe it I never really thought that sharks would need it I thought they'd made their peace: bite it, bleed it, kill it, eat it But I was wrong Every living being deserves a song And our passions must be rationed 'till our rations sing along