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lifeseeker – imetagnome كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: peruvian flake]
it was late september on a coolish day
the sky was grey with just a few golden rays
shadows stretchin’ to the point of kvetchin’
my mental sp-ce, a reflection of this etchin’
felt the toll of no control from days of old
to restore my soul, had to take a stroll
on that path that be callin’ out to me
and my ebay mug filled with decaffeinated tea
dog by my side, see him run with a glide
as he comes and he goes with his nose getting wild
as we tromp through the brush, soft pine needle hush
it’s a whole different world and i try to adjust
it’s all livin’ and dyin’ at the same time, i’m
trying to let it all in, cool with the natural vibes and
we’re movin’, i’m thinkin’ my brain is shrinkin’
thoughts don’t mean sh-t; stumbled, started blinkin’
wondered which direction was the right route
felt lost for a moment, got turned about
then spied a side path leading to some high gr-ss
upon a plateau, a miniature meadow
in the middle to the side was a small being
i could not believe what my eyes were seeing
fifteen inches tall or a little bit higher
stared at me for a while, then back to his fire

[chorus]
i met a gnome in the forest behind my home
had a fire with no flame, just smoke that got blown
in my face when i faced him, graced him with my presence
’twas a strange effervescence emanating from his essence
the air was abuzz with a curious energy
interest mixed with indifference, neither friend nor enemy
just a motherf-cking gnome doing his thing
took his staff to the dirt, traced the shape of a ring

[verse 2: peruvian flake]
i said, “you like roasted toadstools and dandelion wine?”
he just stared into sp-ce like, “are you out of your mind?”
so i looked at him like, “yo, what’s the plot?”
he looked like he had a different kind of thought
a thought at ease with no ease, still crisp as snow peas
transmitting insights to the slightest degrees
then i said, “wait a minute, i must maintain
my own mind state and connect my brain!”
my dog started barking, gnome fl!cked his hand
dog froze in a pose like, “i understand.”
then the gnome signaled like, “i’ll be back, stay here.”
left some tiny tracks and then they disappeared

[verse 3: peruvian flake]
now back at my house as i slouch on the couch
buggin’ out, eyelids heavy, wonderin’ what’s this all about?
felt my feet in a bog, as i call to my dog
p-ssing through the mist, curling, and it twists
heard a quiet song slowly taking shape
driftin’ off, driftin’ in, not too sure i’m awake
fog machine of my mind i’m walkin through
heard a strange voice say, “i wanna talk to you.”
i said, “i saw you in the forest and you wouldn’t speak
and where i come from, we call that weak!”
“well that’s ok, what you want me to say?
probably try to catch me and sell me on ebay
would you understand better if i looked like a sap
and some wack blue britches and a pointy red hat?”
i said, “nah, in fact the way that you be is real groovy!”
“then why’d you make this dream sequence just like a corny movie?”
“i’m tryin’ to communicate so the people can feel it
come real with my cr-p and i feel you should rap
on my track, it’d be ill, let them magic beans spill
if i’m forced to imitate you, i will!”

[chorus]
i met a gnome in the forest behind my home
he had a mushroom hat and a face like stone
at least it looked like that, minute moves in place
gazed at me for a sorta, then back into sp-ce
the air was abuzz with a curious energy
interest mixed with indifference, neither friend nor enemy
just a motherf-cking gnome doing his thing
had me listening for the knowledge that i knew he could bring

i met a gnome, y’all, i met a gnome
i met a gnome, y’all, a motherf-ckin’ gnome
i met a gnome, y’all, i met a gnome
i met a gnome, y’all, a motherf-ckin’ gnome!
i met a gnome, i met a gnome!
i met a gnome, y’all, a motherf-ckin’ gnome!
i met a gnome, i met a gnome!
i met a gnome, y’all, a motherf-ckin’ gnome!

[verse 4: the gnome]
heard so many on the mic claim how real they be
but ain’t none of y’all close to half as real as me
ain’t a leprechaun, brownie, fairy or sprite
but i be sippin’ rc cola all godd-mn night
and rc stands for real chill like a gl-ss of ice
smokin’ with the fireflies so won’t you p-ss the dice
and roll with the troll, that ain’t a a troll at all
1-800-g-gnomes, baby, gimme a call
singin’ tra la la la la tra la la la lee
and this ain’t that motherf-cker imitating me!
don’t get it twisted, i ain’t heaven sent
i’m a motherf-ckin’ pagan here to represent
i speak for the flowers, i speak for the trees
i speak for them motherf-cking birds and bees
had company for tea, 3 froggies and 2 newts
got a hard wood floor… it’s called roots!
in my cob web water bed, i get a lot of head too!
just ask my pet rock! “yo man, it’s true!”
don’t stereotype me or try to hype me
all your glitz and glamour, no, it don’t excite me
’cause a weak superst-tion’s all you seem to see
but your life ain’t nothin’ but a dream to me
who cares if i wear 1/64 size drawers
what i’m sayin’ most of all is go for yours!

- lifeseeker

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