melting clocks Songtext
von aja monet

Every now and when
In the yesteryear, yawn
Ancient embryos eternally swing the fishing pole of memory
Capturing today, baited by breaths of tomorrow

Twice in a blue blood moon
We dream of doubtless rhythms
To collage our moments, shedding self
Quantum futures
Past, present always beyond
Psychedelic sayings
Grounded in storytelling tradition, tardy

We measure the space by the changes
We wade with waiting tides
Moment to moment
It be in front or behind
A constellation of seeing through
Stewed glimpses
Blinks of a sneeze


The tea kettles voice
Water at the brim of boiling
The change of a state
Murmurs between space
The year grew older, the further we saw it
A silver strand of breath
Eyes as wounds

We tell time by how deep we buried the memory
We tell time by the space between here and there
Sound lingering in the ether
Bouncing off the stars and moon

We swell and grow in the scrolling distance
We tell time by how many excuses you got before you answer
Or how we organize the noise
We tell time by shading time

To love in a place where there′s no space or time
The length of our laughter lounging
Lift every giggling second minute or hour
I, too, sing of timelessness
I wish you a future with no names

Time ain't real no how
When you′re locked up, there's only two times
Daytime and nighttime
When all you got is time
And folks outside waste time trying to make time
There's only beginnings and ends


Time is cardiovascular
It stay running out
In due time
What you do with time is your time
You don′t serve time
You get time to serve you

How wristwatches continues to sell us the pipe dream of being able to own time
How the drummers keep time
Just in time

Our folk
We build the pyramids before 12 o′clock noon and rest in the shade
Eating melons, laughing at time
What a fool
What a fool to think we could ever own time

Melting clocks
Kill the cocoon

The calendar of emotions
Melt all the clocks

Now all of the G's shocked
The shade for the sun dials
We hitting the sweet spot
His Spirit in my deep breaths
Catch us on the bass clef
We′ve been trying to reach depths
Even like each step on his own time

Always on time
No dial tone on the phone line
Only prayer hands, gotta use your bare hands
And we still cooking even when it's dead pan
You can feel full, let ′em watch the TikTok that's an earful

Always quite clear when it′s in the rearview
How a different timezone gon' get near you
Minute, month, week, hours
It's still true, and it′s still Mr Rhythms tend to feel blue
When it′s real, you don't need the time to clock T

Niggas breaking up matsa, it′s not sweet
Boxes can't see it like a front row
Front row can′t see it like they on stage
And when you in the spotlight you cannot see
If it's anything these timetables taught me
It′s the moment you start keeping that you lost me

If I could turn back the hands of time
No CIA for Franz Fanon
I reverse the bullet to kill them at the marathon
The top of the tower of Babylon
Sending Nebuchadnezzar to liberate Palestine

One for Allah, two for Rahman ir-Raheem
I'm Salvador with the Dali shot
Spike Lee floating through BK and do the right thing
I die fighting the power like radio Raheem

Loving my left hand hitting my right
Respect the architect, you build to destroy
I'm Frank Lloyd rich in every play that I write
The native tongues of the sun spittin′ radiant light

Radiant uranium, the way I′m blazing the mic
This is nuclear energy
Mommy wah tah, with the Voodoo divinity
Ancestral memory
Theodor Herzl-, a curse for the enemy

With no rehearsal
Independent but the flow universal
Synesthetic surreal, blues and purples
Smoke signals and drum circles