Life goes fast
I got a bruise on my knee
my whole face
is covered with spots
well I say no
but all I think is a yes
I'm so scared
but I'm a super hero

mama said
She said I'm gonna be...
a junkie...
She said I'm gonna miss...
the train...
She said I'm gonna be...
nothing...
She said I've got to change
my crazy ways

You're my boy, you're my boy
you're still my baby
you're my joy, you're my joy
did you hear what mama said

I'm the KING
headphones on my ears
I feel great
I am a total looser
I'm a freak
I am so proud to be
don't bother me
you won't get it anyway

she said I'm gonna be...
mama said... she said I've got to change...
your crazy ways...
she said I'm gonna miss...
mama said... the train...

Don't bother me
you won't bother me?
don't bother me

I'm plugged into a sound from a thousand years agoAnd I'm taking notes between the tokes. Yeah.I'm plugged in but I'm turned offI'm holding the phone but it's inside out.And the tambourine was burned in a TangineWhile the chorus sang...Inch' Allah...
I'm plugged into the wind and the birdsThe wind on the trees and the wind on the sandI can't see it, but I can feel it, with my hand.I'm plugged into the bluebeen wearing the same choes for a season or twowhile the poets slip papers under my door.I'm plugged into my head-I'm plugged into my bedFeel the graffiti moving through my mind.
Fumes and mappings that have survived the overtime.My sound is plugged into the ground and the wires were dipped in gold.If you can't hear this you so far awaybut one of the poets spoke to me to sayI'm plugged into the mainline - she kicked it over to me sidewaysI'm plugged into my mouseslips me into the E-searchMotor Base - Motor Base - Motor Base.
I'm plugged into the credit cardburned lots of bits of paper and incenserecord in realtime at twenty cents a dime.Fill in the zeros with ticks and crosses.When I cross the streetI don't know...the bosses....the bosses.I'm plugged into Stock Marketswatch the fluctuations drawing lines in my mind.
Tsunamis replace the TornadosIcebergs make bookends on the shelf.Inch' Allah... Inch' Allah!!!
I'm plugged into the dub frequenciesThat flow out of large black boxes on the floor.The rythms come out of the carpet with the contact mikes - and it's ready for the Elephant's roar.
I'm plugged into the fragmentsglimmering in the middle of the nightThat of my Sister Ray broken upuse a broom use a spoon.I'm plugged into the agitationI take taxi's and don't have a carFour dirham a rideand I've got the Drâaoui by my side.I'm plugged into the dreamy rhythmLike a rip-appart heart-attackI'm plugged into the Super StonedRhythms and Narko's crack.
Inch' Allah !
I'm plugged into the QuinineTouareg feedback that energizes the scorpion.I fly to the No Flow with the automatic GO-GOSee the river walk, with the flow.
I'm plugged into the nicotinethe stains across my chestI'm plugged into the braInside the woman's breast.I'm plugged into the Warholcause he isn't really dead.I'm plugged into the signsof the Temple in my head.I'm plugged in and I'm programmedprogrammed to explodeThere are no loose endsThat will never be explored.I need a month in the desert with four bottles of water.Be a Nomad in the nomadilisation.Nomadilisation - Nomadilisation.
Inch' Allah !!!

I am no longer a comfort to othersI've entered my nombrilthe belly button of psychosisspinning in paranoia.I eat bananas all day long whileI watch the clockand listen to the door.Self doubt follows me like a stray catthat I'm afraid to kick away.Age and time. Shifting toward cancer, dementia, seemingly unstopable.I take selenium from the sea. There are buckets of seaweed in my bathroom.I am no longer a comfort to others or myself,
I grab my knife and a whip in my dreams smashing my stomache and back till the bones bleed and a hole erupts.I take a knife and I cut off bits of seaweed that I eat in my silent kitchen.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe. I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe.I drink beer to keep the seaweed down.The
highs of applause amplify the lows of my loneliness, once the hands
have all stopped clapping, I can hear my stomach moaning.Doubts about vision and intelligence - stop the spontaneous breathing.
Echoes
of her laughter keep me awake. I am no longer a comfort to others and I
climb a dark wall using a candle that I hold in my teeth. It is a dark
moutain, humid and green. I climb into my bathtub and cover myself in
the sinuous weed from the sea.I am no longer a comfort to others.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says in't safe.