Hip soul man from the south a portrait in sound a voice 

that would melt butter and freeze water to ice



and i have started to find that i'm beginning to lose my 

mind and she's someone else's world and not in mine and i 

have started to find that it feels like i'm running out 

of time y'see i just turned 29 and time's unkind i'm in 

time and i'm free and it's easy



hip soul man from the south a portrait in sound a voice 

that would melt butter and freeze water to ice



i sleep with a night-stick and i never ask twice i'm here 

to shake your bamboo thing y'know the one with the seeds 

in i'm in time and i'm free and it's easy step out step 

out step out step outside your self yourself



i was wondering if you wanted to phone me i was wondering 

if you were feeling lonely awake each morning with my 

fever raging aah i'm changing from the non-linear post-

literal tribal man that i not am to the global 

electrician the erotic politician the physician with the 

vision y'see i am a heavyweight ladies and prone to 

thinking which serves my heart no purpose