Please wake up the hanging man
there's something I need to know
Please wake up the hanging man
There's something missing
in my life

There are things
he should have said
There are things
he should have... said

I see the tree, I see the leaves
It's five or six in the morning
There's something I know for sure
It's gonna be a hard and long...way

There are things...
he should have said
There are thing...
he should have...said...
please wake up...

I've been living here
for two centuries
Two hundred years
in the oakwood

I've been watching the sky
For too long now
I've seen the moon,
I've seen the stars
But I need something new

I've never moved
Since the day I'm born
I know the sun, I know the birds
But I've got a secret dream...

I wanna watch the sea,
I wanna see the waves

Sitting at the table
Not a sound in the house
I draw a face on the paper
I draw a face

and the face starts to speak
Give me legs, give me arms
Give me a smile
But before everything else

Draw me a tongue,
I wanna lick stamps

And the face starts to lick
Licking France, licking Africa
Licking Spain, licking China
Licking the United States of America

Draw me a tongue,
I wanna lick stamps

go...go...draw me a...a tongue
I wanna lick stamps

I'd like so much
To be liked, to be loved
I dream of being held
By anyone

...slug song...

I dream so strong
Of being kissed
Who's gonna whisper
Sweet words in my ears

It's not so easy
To be a slug
It's not so easy
To be a slug...

why don't you like 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 !!!