Cryptomnesia

Omar Rodriguez-Lopez

Compositor: Não Disponível

Voice 1: "Once when I was a little bit after, you know, after a good cigarette of hashish..."
Voice 2: "Uh-huh."
Voice 1: "... I was crazy enough, you know, to make myself, I was wearing this Egyptian galabia. I went in the most holy mosque, this is the most holy place in Egypt called Al-Hussein mosque, Al-Hussein, and I prayed with the Muslim people over there. I was scared to death that they would find me as a Jew, you know, trying to fake as a Muslim and praying. Well, there was thousands of people in the mosque, and I was on the ground, up and down, on my what-what on the what-what, you know, I was all, you know. All my head was full of hashish..."
Voice 2: "Ahh...!"
Voice 1: "... And, you know, my spirit in heaven, and I'm praying with the Muslim people. I tell you, this is a very real, uh, religion that create a lot of big trouble. You know, from all of this, you know, kneeling down, up and down, up and..."
Voice 2: "Uh-huh, heheh..."
Voice 1: "... You have to watch yourself, you know, so I did whatever I saw the people doing. So I succeed to survive this service and came out, you know, and I, uh --"

It takes a real long long way way down when you stumble
it takes about a day and a half when you call me and you stumble
I got a complete curse now that its over and you stumble

Don't make me steal all your vital organs
they'll make you squeal if you refuse to let them in
don't make me steal all your vital organs
your safety can be compromised again

All the vestments you deny
are mocking all the cheats
beside the nest egg you do hide
when nothing plays for keeps

And I warned you of the coming script
the play without her scenes won't quit
the sails that set are static pelts
of wet hail timpanies

The time that you take to appear
in the presence of others
is just the same time that it takes
to untangle my dementia

Don't let it be late this time if the breach starts to crumble
the thing that you made has risen neatly from its slumber

Don't make me steal all your vital organs
they'll make you squeal if you refuse to let them in
don't make me steal all your vital organs
your safety can be compromised again

All the vestments you deny
are mocking all the cheats
beside the nest egg you do hide
when nothing plays for keeps

And I warned you of the coming script
the play without her scenes won't quit
the sails that set are static pelts
of wet hail timpanies