Heatseeker

Brush my shoes off and bend my peak
Clear my throat and I’m ready to speak
Allow me to introduce yours truly
This sound hits like a kicking in the goolies
Now you sing soprano
Ja no techno — connnect like Meccano
There are no equals, check the info
I can kill a soundboy with just the intro
So — flash your lighter in the atmosphere
Im here, the other side of the atlas
Left far to UK, wanna check my display
Won’t stop until I get a rewind by DJs
And this sounds passe but life’s a cliche
People sell their souls on eBay these days
I don’t watch eee ays I make my advance
With an ace up my sleeve, I take a chance
This gambler’s luck must run out soon
So before the key change I’m out of tune
This cloudy view shows blurry sunshine
Heard the punchline — laughed regardless
See who laugh lasts laughs the hardest
Dance on the grave of a former master
In this amber-washed town
One foot forward — feels good for now
Pot off the backburner in fact turn the lights up
Lock in like heatseekers
Hit the loud speaker, metal head to raver
Check the Yellow Pages — sound and optics
Don’t try to stop this — roll the tape please
Note how under-evolved these apes seem
Like dreams of robots, I’m a ghost dog
Who rolls like tumbleweeds — holds the humble weed
Stroll cold streets in golden rays
Don’t seek olden days — I speak from them
Unique conundrum to beat the hum-drum
From A.U.S.T. to streets of London
Speak with one tongue, a million eyes
And kill all them lies that we can’t get on
Cos for now I got cards worth betting on
But not letting on — what you sweating on?
It feels good for now but then moments pass
So as I hold this glass questions pose and ask
Is it full or empty? Sparse or plenty?
How long’s a piece of string? Can you tell me?
I’m not sure, if it’s short as time is
Long enough to wrap up the thoughts of rhymers
A small reminder — a day for each dog
Like when the dance floor favoured these songs
It’s true sometimes you might blink and it’s gone
And just when you might start thinking it’s wrong
It seems the path is long and you’re on it
The truth is just a lie when you try to be honest
Big slick I’m promising — a cryptic prophet
Lifting off lids when DJs drop this
What hits today may miss the mark later
The chance to take big chips are fast fading