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Lapland

From Ratatat

Hey how’s it going, How’s it feeling rowing the boat downstream?
Waterfall! Don’t scream when I murk ya these things will hurt ya
Feeling like a freak, but I’m not gonna twerk ya
 
Kill the beat instead, where did I forget my head?
O there it is, in the sky, put on my wings and then I’ll fly
Up into the clouds where there are zero bounds
I just steer my spaceship clear, Saturn’s in my rear view mirror
 
I’m gone, lost, in another realm
Martians ask who I am, so I tell em,
I’m the man on this beat who feels like there’s no gravity
It’s after take off and Earth’s looking mighty bleak
 
It’s always good to escape, get baked
Smoke a blunt, hit a bong, put on  cape
Cause we flying higher, than you ever been
Eyes are low as fuck, but who cares
 
No evidence to prove shit
You’re in Lapland get it man?
You’re all alone, chill zone, it’s grand
Far from home, but it’s fine you’ll understand
Peace is all around us
 
So like a rubber band, I’ll stretch
Into the night sky, o my
Where is the light? Darkness fills my eyes
Is this real? These thoughts race thru my mind
So I relax, just try and unwind
Take a deep breath, be free, not confined
To any cruel rules, shame on you mankind
 
The real beast in this world is of our design
The universe is too vast to be assigned to only us humans
Who are we to decide that we’re the only ones here?
Look alive, here comes the moon
With diamonds on the inside, but my mind’s froze
I must me petrified...
 
But I’m back like I never left, hum along the treble clef
People always ask, “what is right?” well see I go left...
Back to the back-roads, we used to make it foggy
Sparking in the dark you could say it was a hobby
Tree was so loud though I called that shit “Punjabi”...
 
And I’m as fresh as Abu Dhabi, Muslim on this track boy I’m bout to blow this lobby...
But I joke, the bear is what I poke
I be in the forest getting higher by the toke
And you’re just a bloke, but listen to these words man you might just end up woke
 
Yeah, Swami comin through looking like you never had a clue that the fire I spit is the color blue
Cause I’m hotter than anyone tryna subdue my flow, on the mic I leave a residue...

(2014)

written on 11/30/10
typed here 5/23/14

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