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World Cup: A Sort of Travel Diary (Dan Bern) · Sort of Smile (Cantona) · A Sort of Homecoming (Anathema) · On Sort (Zazie) · Sort of...Slapp Happy (Slapp Happy) · Sort of Revolution (Fink) · Things Are Really Great Here, Sort Of... (Andrew Bird) · Some Songs with Some Friends (Lewis Watson) · Sing Some, Play Some (Jack Thorncroft) · Some Things Old, Some Things New (Diane Renay) – and 90 other albums »


the good, hope from despair.
A second, just on moment,
Just one more to trust.
Some time you'll get to see,
You where you want to be.
Seven tries,
Head
, some sort of plain
And resurrect the balance before I travel

The layers are slowly stripped away by celestial
Heavens and all is glorious

It
a leg a leg an arm headed by a nigga
Like big and small 
Short and tall
Night and day and so on
Some people are bashfull 
Some people just love to get
to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some
someday
But a lineup formed outside your door, and I was way too late

Well I'd rather start off slow
This whole thing's like
Some sort of race
Bonnie Raitt-Takin' My Time
(Bill Payne)

I'm takin' my time
So please don't rush me.
Tryin' to sort out some things I didn't know existed.
I've been
Lying down on the pavement, so happy
Seeming to be in balance, but how could that be
Really I must be jealous, don’t tell me
I just gotta leave
cried seven minutes for you, seven long drawn sixty-second sobs
Grief, a simple thing; add water to the sorrow and wait
Darkness precipitate, ruin my
on the memorial to the missing
at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it
was as though he was now a human being instead of some sort
why'all niggas move a little up to the front
why'all niggas know what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weedheads, why'all play the right for a second
I'm twice born, once and seven something
Once is the resurrection of honorable function
Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor
Long enough
bank balance, hard dirt was his floor

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Gurindji were working for nothing but
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor 

[Chorus]
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow 

Gurindji were
Well, I'd rather start off slow
This whole thing's like some sort of race
Instead of winning what I want, I'm sitting here in second place

Because
some were strange by standards that were less important than my needs,
then I guess I could be crooked, evil, bent and twisted, looking down upon
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
of rope around your neck
Just use some leverage
Asphyxiation, brain hemmorhage
Chopped in half by a band saw
Take a second from life to stop and laugh
had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor 

[Chorus]
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow 

Gurindji were
seven seconds, a new nebula rose

From a primary plasma where divinity settled
A savior is born celestial moment of grace

I need some energy, transplant
gonna let it go
And let it go higher
Let it go

Sleep on the left side
Houcam is our call
We're gonna take it
That virgin fall

there's gonna be some
When
always got some fly shit on deck
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck
PPP got the glocks and tecs
And Def Squad
head, that mold my sentences
Could never be contained by your simple picture frames
For every intoxicated moment, I hate life
I strive to balance my
Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves
Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah
all a distant second to the offers you can't refuse. Anyone remember when we used to believe that music was a sacred place and not some fucking bank
the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got some fly shit