funky fresh solo project
Lyrics
What if this was my mid life crises
What if it was years ago
What if it’s a long way off
How am I supposed to know
What if I
What of I
What have I done
With my time here
Plan I made at age nine
But had the whole time
Since I said my first line
The word that evolved me
Inspired involved me
Conspired to learn stones un-turnable
With words that stab at a feeling
With thoughts that sift meaning
From a thin sliver of seeing
The sound of being
Free to move organs
To dial the mood
Dial fine food
In the dude ranch man
Mechanical mind
Dream of sheep of your kind
Behind me seeing in 20 20
What the clock can’t count
Is how relativity robbed
The fast times
Days were dimes
To the wind
Like the sin
Of the angel food cake
You ate at age eight
That you can’t taste
The stacks of newspapers
separate that date from this one
And this fun that feels great
from the next moment waiting
till I catch
up and code
the now bracketed past for retrieval of facts
choreograph laughs as the moment retracts
old man me if you’re out there
don’t regret my time wasted