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junk science - miraculous machines (linda gold) lyrics

a lotta folks would trade souls for the fountain of youth
then travel back knowing the rules
like ‘how could i lose?’
this the view from the top of the mountain of youth
where road signs paint a picture to a fountain of truth
and once i sip that water i’mma trade it in
so no, no fade to black, i’ll be fading in
to focus, and these days hope is the opus
and it feels like home, but it’s the bowl of a goldfish
but inverse that – it’s a fisheye, then it’s fly
came a long way since the friday night fish-fry
we did for self, making wine in the bas-m-nt
defined innovation, but time is a facelift
and now we lost in american wilderness
the heroes and heroines
who wonder where the villain is
i see the city sometimes
it makes me wonder where the children live
ain’t no pill for this
no known antidote for the dose of reality
cold wind blows, leave em froze in the valley
so circle round like the o’s in your salary
and dry by the fire, still soaked in the gravity
and thus we rise, but won’t go pop
they say the show must go on, the game don’t stop
well, in the same fashion the heart must beat
such a mean, lean, miraculous machine

chorus
so sing it again
(la la la, la la la la)

a lotta folks would trade souls
for stuff we take for granted
everyday things, the stuff that make the planet spin
round and round, a phone call from a old friend
we stop, smell rose, look around and we old men
and probe said, “is it really this beautiful?”
and i just nodded my head, the way we used to do
at rap show school nights at the wetlands
with backpacks and rhyme books
my knickerbocker headband
upstairs co flow and the juggaknots
and downstairs picture lil’ baje
trying to take his stage presence up a notch
nightmares of the deadpan
i never claimed to be the best type of rapper, like redman
but i would do my lil’ thingy thing
thinking i was fly with my initials on a pinky ring
before the pro tools and cdjs
we had those bd-10s and tdks
and if i close my eyes, still hear the tape hissin’
brought the tape to the party, hoping they’d listen
we let the tape rock, never let the tape pop
leave the sampler on all night, so it stays hot
it’s not like we coulda saved it if we wanted to
the same way you bought one slice, but you wanted two
bottom line, if you really really needed it
your boy would get you on a slice
and you could eat with it him
and so we define, exactly what it means
a true family, miraculous machine

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