[Intro: sampled dialogue]
It's a common enough sight – a life in danger
A man on night shift stumbles against a machine, a woman awakens with agonizing chest pains
All too often it's the prelude to the end of the life, to the easy act of dying
For all the millions who believe devoutly in an afterlife, a life after death
This sort of thing can well be no more than a prelude
A staging point, on the way to an immortal hereafter
But what about the others?
The ones who see dying as an intermission?
Those who believe in a life after life?
What about those who claim a previous existence here on Earth?
The ones like these:
"Oh... my chest... oh, my chest..."
"I'm ready to go"
[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
It's funny meeting you here
We used to fist-fight and crack beers
We both died at 17 that time
One scuffle, one night, we both took a long flight
Before then, we were in France in the '50's, suits spiffy
We feelin' like the first hippies
We used to scoot to London, fuck ditties in hotels
That's why we find the movies funny as hell
We was both there
And been here for centuries, times plus
Remember me?
Your clan and my clan protected God-like entities from enemies
Bangin' the same hoes from different time periods
I bagged Diana Dors
You had Lola Elayne Falana
And though they never claim us – my G, we been rich and famous
God giveth, but the face claimeth
We meet again, old friend
From trading blows in Asia
To crossing paths as complete strangers
[Refrain]
Let's eat again, old friend
Old friend
[Interlude: sampled dialogue]
Fragments of memories that we have stored in our brains
Memories that can be elicited by moving into an environment
That resembles something that we've already experienced
So we don't have to invoke 'parallel universes'
We don't have to invoke the 'multiverse'
In order to explain most déjà vu
[Interlude: Cavalier]
Your face was there...
Your face was there...
Your face was there... (Your face was...)
[Verse 2: Cavalier]
Didn't recognize until I caught the little things
Strange–habits of my abilities
Patterns of how I deal with things
Babies point at me differently
Gotta be wise
Ladies equate me to Billie Jean, but, that ain't mine
No son – Jackson, Tyson, Neeson with no one
Seen Shebas, Amaras, Medusas
Couldn't call it, it's my aura
The archetype to go through this
Us fightin' it is doves cryin'
Trynna cover my front life
One time on my blood line
One time want my blood flyin'
What's it to them? So obvious
They acknowledge me before I've been
Acquired knowledge of my self
Wanna conquer me like Ottomans
Felt the world's weight and problems, since
Yahweh named me "Solomon"
Solitude amongst a lot of men – just how I roll
Except those few instances with kindred spirits – senses seem to know
Heard my old soul echo 'cross the wormholes' belly
Told Quelle
"Catch you when we make it all on the other side of New Delhi"
Peculiar waves I can identify in the audience and our telly
But we was walkin' by
Drew correlations to a coronation, she caught my eye
Threw a kiss, it was Flaming Lips, it was too contrived
Almost blew her by
Didn't have a clue
Coulda' crucified my destiny to this messy loop
Saw her sigh, but something chimed
[Refrain]
Your face was there
Old friend
Old friend... we meet again
[Outro: sampled dialogue]
Are you searching for deeper meaning in your life?
Have you read all the books? Taken all the classes?
And still, you don't have a clear understanding of your life's purpose?
And, what you're meant to do with your life?
You know, when you see the bigger picture of your life
Your soul's plan unfolds right before your eyes
And then you finally understand
Where you've been
Where you're going
And why you're here now
And then, your next steps will become crystal clear
