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faces looking at me
And I can see now, and I want to be free now

This is my home
This is my sea
Don't paint it with the future, of factories
I want
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me
Ain't no mystery

On the outside peekin in
End of your
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin' me
ain't no mystery
Kiss by kiss I fell in love with you beat by beat you stole my heart away
Then lie by lie you broke that heart in two tear by tear I'm crying my
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie

Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
the southwestern tracks
That dead ends in the two-bit bars
The promise was broken, I was far away from home 
Sleeping in the back seat of a borrowed car
Karma echo eternity
What's good for you is still good for me
And after all we're not looking back
We manipulate the future to stay on track

Damned if you
favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower
I need a beat-beat
the southwestern tracks
That dead ends in the two-bit bars
The promise was broken, I was far away from home 
Sleeping in the back seat of a borrowed car
and a spare in the back
Lord who could ever ask for more
Sitting up high as the world goes by
Kicking-up dust in your tracks
It's a matter of pride
Stopped in our global tracks
By a stupid, shortsighted act
Time will be standing still

In Y2K
Digital disarray
In Y2K
Two digits of dismay
the future tracks from the past)
This is radio-mass (I'm a thief I stole the beat)
This is radio-mass (Tracks from the future tracks from the past)
This is
hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean?  I roll
If it's a Malibu beat, subject of discussion
Malibu beat, subject of discuss-cussion
You're motivated-vated, to aid a percussion-cussion
There's
the bench."

Yo they got me handcuffed, I'm down in central booking
Things are fucked up, the way my future's looking
But I'm too fly, I'ma change this
of my life

Remember then? bit o honey days
Back when 8-tracks were the craze with that Far-out sound
And the future seemed so far away
And we'd
Someone to heal your wounds 
So we're 

Sweethearts together 
When two hearts beat as one 
Sweethearts together 
We've only just begun 
Sweethearts
Vroom! Get at me the Doctor is fine
Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime, I ain't lyin'
I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe
Wanna be hood down
Ouch! We don't really need x 2
Yeah! No No

There's no time to beat around the BUSH
Now all the world is living in fear
The consequence a great
the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
Me, I'm just a lawnmower you can tell me by the way I walk.
baby! 

Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back on the map
in your country or mine
Tonight a feast will be given
By the right kind of people
Just now some youngsters are starving
On the wrong side of the tracks
really knew you good
And oh, God's blessing from the entire neighborhood
And as the days drift, drift into the future
I laugh a little louder
the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
Me, I'm just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk.
hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean?  I roll