Muses Songtext
von Scroobius Pip
Muses Songtext
Good evening and welcome, my name is Skrubious Pip
Scratching the roof of your mouth from behind
His turntables today we got my man Emonami
Ah, come on man, don′t be shy
Why don't you go ahead and introduce yourself properly
Have you been there before? Cause I swear you look familiar
Stand scratching my head to make my thoughts a bit clearer
And you look at me like I′m a bad news dealer
But maybe you just know that I'm a soul revealer
Yeah, but maybe I'm wrong, so I just keep on walking
As I start to walk I hear the people start to be talking
′Bout the boy with the distant stare and the Walkman
And the book held tight in his hands he keeps his thoughts in
As I walk the talk it fades into the distance
I start to ponder the true meaning of existence
It was once theorized, that X and Y have existence
So the feelings that you feel, and levels of which that you feel it
With this in mind I had to put pen to paper
But even with this outlet my mind began to waver
I looked up to find a muse my mind could use
A distraction from this sedulous mind abuse
So there she stood, my inappropriate object of desire
Just another inanimate object for me to cast into the mire
I don′t know yet, but her visual's got me kinda transfixed
I look away, I′m drifting back to her lips
It's time to leave, so leave I did, I had to get the hell out of there
Before I scare this bright-eyed queen with my macho man power stare
I got home, unplugged the phone, and sat alone with my mind alight
Had the sweetest night′s sleep in her eyes that night
See this way I didn't ruin the illusion
When pursuing a muse, the chances are that you′ll lose 'em
But even if you don't, they′ll never live up to your expectation
I′d rather keep 'em in my dreams and draw for inspiration
But it′s getting kinda crowded up there
And the boundaries of my mind I think are starting to tear
As the stronger realities start overtaking the meek
I'm like, "Did I even leave my house this week?"
Now Emonami, if you′d be as kind as to put this
Beat to bed for me, that would be fantastic
Scratching the roof of your mouth from behind
His turntables today we got my man Emonami
Ah, come on man, don′t be shy
Why don't you go ahead and introduce yourself properly
Have you been there before? Cause I swear you look familiar
Stand scratching my head to make my thoughts a bit clearer
And you look at me like I′m a bad news dealer
But maybe you just know that I'm a soul revealer
Yeah, but maybe I'm wrong, so I just keep on walking
As I start to walk I hear the people start to be talking
′Bout the boy with the distant stare and the Walkman
And the book held tight in his hands he keeps his thoughts in
As I walk the talk it fades into the distance
I start to ponder the true meaning of existence
It was once theorized, that X and Y have existence
So the feelings that you feel, and levels of which that you feel it
With this in mind I had to put pen to paper
But even with this outlet my mind began to waver
I looked up to find a muse my mind could use
A distraction from this sedulous mind abuse
So there she stood, my inappropriate object of desire
Just another inanimate object for me to cast into the mire
I don′t know yet, but her visual's got me kinda transfixed
I look away, I′m drifting back to her lips
It's time to leave, so leave I did, I had to get the hell out of there
Before I scare this bright-eyed queen with my macho man power stare
I got home, unplugged the phone, and sat alone with my mind alight
Had the sweetest night′s sleep in her eyes that night
See this way I didn't ruin the illusion
When pursuing a muse, the chances are that you′ll lose 'em
But even if you don't, they′ll never live up to your expectation
I′d rather keep 'em in my dreams and draw for inspiration
But it′s getting kinda crowded up there
And the boundaries of my mind I think are starting to tear
As the stronger realities start overtaking the meek
I'm like, "Did I even leave my house this week?"
Now Emonami, if you′d be as kind as to put this
Beat to bed for me, that would be fantastic
Writer(s): David Meads, Ross Lawson, Alan Shortis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

