Op Zop Too Wah

Look at the sky the sun is rising
With another day

Look at the sky the sun is rising
With another day to lay at our feet
What will we do and what will we see
Are the questions that keep us intrigued

Look at the world of possibilities
What happens now and where will we go
And there's a kind of freedom in knowing
It's a little beyond our control
That life keeps moving
On

People laugh, markets crash,
Someone takes a photograph
The mail arrives, babies cry
Someone tries suicide

A building burns, a crime occurs,
Tankers sink, satellites blink
People shop, traffic stops,
But life keeps moving
On

Look at sky, the new horizon
Look at the changes it will involve
Someone will die, a country may fall
But the world will continue to roll
Life keeps moving
On

I saw you the very first time
Built so pretty
You looked just right
It was love at first sight
I looked real close
I touched your arm
My heart went off like a fire alarm
I was amplified

Something happens
When i hold you in my hands
I'm a different man
Something happens
And i lose all sense of time
I can almost fly

Everytime i go to pick you up
I feel a little spark in my fingertips
I'm electrified
The magic touch
You feel so good
The way you respond to everything i do
I'm magnetized

Something happens
When i hold you in my hands
I'm a different man
Something happens
And i lose all sense of time
I can almost fly

I love your back, i love your head
But i love it best
When i run
My fingers down your neck

Too many struggles, too many scenes
A broken record of miseries
And if you let it, it makes you cry
And you can never be satisfied
I see the victims of low esteem
The empty people without a dream
The bitter faces of bitter men
And i don't want to end up one of them

How will it make me cry
If i won't let a tear in my eye
How will it make me feel worse
If i won't let it hurt
I've been through trouble before
I stood tall when i got up off the floor
To find myself a different situation

Now when the sun rolls across the sky
And the autumn leaves fall before my eyes
I can see the reason why
I remember how to forget

Too many troubles and memories
Of disappointment and apathy
And if you let it, it makes you hate
You've got to learn to take it day by day
I see the victims of low esteem
The empty people without a dream
The bitter faces of bitter men
But i don't want to be one of them

I see the sun roll across the sky
And the autumn leaves fall before my eyes
And i know the reason why
I feel so fine

Everything is pretty in my backyard
There's no ugly city in my backyard
Underneath the trees there's a little stream
And that's where i go to dream

Tear gas gun fire fire arm fire ball
Pipe bomb hair trigger drive by elephant gun
Night stick body bag loan shark bone yard
Man hunt hit man kid nap dead duck
Mug shot nut house crack house black out

Black out

Your mama is crazy
And your daddy's evasive
And they probably won't leave you alone
Between the neighborhood screaming
And the laundry and the t.v.
You can hardly hear the cellular phone
You feel stress, you need a rest
Too many things you've got to get off your chest
To be free to get some peace
You have to live in a tree

You gave away your stereo
And kept your pocket radio
And threw away the keys to your car
Then you loaded up a t-shirt
Booked a ticket on a steamer
And you boarded it for zanzibar
You had stress, you needed rest
Too many things you had to get off your chest
To be free to get some peace
You had to live in a tree

"live in a tree"
Friday may 3, 1996

"far away," said the matriarch,
"i once heard from the tongue of a lark
Of golden days
Of bow and drum
And of men who chased.
Now they come in rags of greed,
No regard for our dignity."

She began to dream
And the wind did rage
And the forest cried
"run away," she told him then,
"find a place to hide from them."

Far away from behind a tree
Came a sound to defy the peace
And the son went down
Quietly in a pool of reeds

"of bow and drum"
Monday, may 6, 1996

Try to lose your attitude, put it in your boots
Or stick it where the sun doesn't shine
Try to have a good time, it's something to do

I read a good book, buy a pair of shoes
Maybe i'm a strange kinda dude
But, hey, maybe it's you, it's something to do

I understand unhappiness
An excellent plan for a martyr to have
But what is the sense of having regrets
It's only just a waste of time

I look at the sky, i walk in the yard
Study little birds with binoculars
So, call me a nerd, it's something to do

Try a day in the park, play in the dirt
Or go to the mall if that's what blows up your skirt
What can it hurt?
It's something to do