I was left out,
there was no light,
there was no sound,
here in the dark,
fishin' around for meaning,
but, I had to ask,
someone I knew
not so far away from where I was,
I said...
Hey! Do you know
Where you're comin' from?
I'm coming from concrete jungles
frustrated rubble of gain and excess
subways and street corners
stock markets and trade centers
hustle and bustle
of a hostage world
fueled by hunger and thirst
where you can get anything first
but lacking living
running on destinies deferred
Where I'm coming from it's bout vip status and open bars
Bronx Queens with urban dreams
Staten and long islands with commuters and no ball teams
Bronx gully and affluence is basic
downtown, mid town and uptown and their parks are oasis‚
Where I'm coming from only the strong endure
and some don‚t make it out.
Where I'm coming from is full of Nations and languages
and if you got clout
Who you know?
Where's your hook up?
culture ricochets off glass steel and cement
concentrated motivated vibrations that will
shake you and rattle your cage
the rich may take public transpo
and the poor might shine on stage
off broadway
on canal
How much you got to spend?
Right now!
A penny for a curse.
A dime for the time.
How many quarters for a call to ya lawyer?
Dollars to see tomorrow
But
amongst the toil and bubble
I was left out,
there was no light,
there was no sound,
there in the dark,
visions of never even,
but, I had to ask,
someone I knew
not so far away from where I was
I said...
Hey,
do you know...
where you're going to?
Do you like the things that I am showing you?
Where are you going to?
Do you know?
Cause I've gone to blue skies and sultry weather
where half the streets have no sidewalks
and parks ain't got dog runs
I'm going to salt water and southern recipes
to boiled peanuts and juke joints
sultry steamy summers
to Geechee and Gullah
here the country boils low to simmer
and it might be durrrty but there aint no smog
no mental mountains to climb
but social swamps to wade through
no never ending pavement to journey
and gators ain't just a pair of shoes
Where I've gone‚
home coming means something
and there ain't no liquor on Sundays
giving way to bootleggers and bars
everyone drives cars
and rarely do folks walk
but people talk in southern slang
where streets are skreets
and peeps are folk
and you always hear a Ohhh-KAY
Where I'm goin'
the boiled crabs are seasoned
and the seasons are bleeding
from summer to fall then spring to summer
cuz their aint no bitter winter
but rather churches full of sinners
and you cant miss the shimmer
of all the gold fronts
and the glimmer of candy paint
Time ain't all bout money
Speed just makes you look funny
where I'm going
Ill always be a Yankee
And sometimes I feel...
I am left out,
there is no light,
there is no sound,
here in the dark,
fishin' around for meaning,
but, I had to ask,
someone I knew
not so far away from where I am
they said...
Hey! Have you been...
somewhere you've never ever been before?
I said
I been to far away places
in the caverns of my mind
I trotted the globe and backpacked states
I climbed mountains
and without tryin I've even been stalked by lions
bushwhacked thru brush to climb breakneck ridge
without breaking my neck
yet breaking a sweat
to see what I never saw
go where I never been
and nothing is as clear
as blue water futures
and well earned suchers
from falling and trippin' on voyages
I've browsed coast-to-coast flea markets
loitered on universities
seen many things I never thought I'd see
Versailles, London Bridge, Coral Castles and the stoopid Venus de Milo
she aint sublime
and still my mind travels at times
without moving
through dimensions and dreams
super novas and moon beams
and I fiend
pacific islands and ancient water falls
simple living with no malls
I pray for the day
to see the pyramids
I'll venture back to Stonehenge just to peep druids
I've never been on Safari
or blazed with homegrown Rastafari
where terrain can teach you
like sitting on Machu Picchu
shit I wanna go chill in Brazil
drink a real Cuban mojito
NO I'll skip any snow
Yo!
fuck around I wanna get lost in Tokyo
if only I could gamble in Morocco
rent a room in Dubai that would be fly
fuck a pizza, I wanna measure the angle of the leaning tower of Pisa
but the reality of being temporarily stationary
made me glum and frown
and
I was let down,
there was no light,
there was no sound,
here in the dark,
fishing around for meaning...
I have to ask something of you
your not so far away from where I am
I say...
Hey!
Do you know
mmmmmmmmm
where you're comin' from?
Hey! Do you know...
now where you're going to?
Hey! Have you been...
somewhere you've never been before?
Now nothing is this clear.
Currently listening :
Travelling Without Moving
By Jamiroquai
poetic.vagabond
