A Haunting

Lord Gosh now [Verse 1: Roots Manuva] Rebel eye with fortitude Come see the dude exude The rudiment cement baptism No arguments 'cause I know the blokes who terminate They do it for the joy they don't need no papes While I count the shillings Best know there's many willing To drill out the laws till the nonsense pauses Down for the essence of rebel-eye causes With synchronisity, goat-skin paraphrase Mystic maze of sonic mathematics The acrobatics on a tightrope That near broke the spine Time for time, line for line Random as the windchime Deep sublime Risen above Written in dub Dubwise Pomme-frites or french fries International passion of whom? New life in the womb [Chorus: Roots Manuva] Have you ever known a haunting of this kind? From to and fro, the railroad of one's mind Have you ever known a haunting of this kind? From to and fro, the railroad of one's mind [Verse 2: Roots Manuva] When I hold my pen Done told my pen Talk the talk of the lion's den Come again Come see me, in the clouds Singing it loud, saying it proud This title survival go back back the Bible With some old thing, new thing, a you-and-a-who? thing You don't want none But you might get it Jump right down and watch the man who met it Holy thing, slowly hymn from thingamy Don't you start kidding me We'se deadly serious Nobody want to share with us [Chorus.] [Verse 3: Roots Manuva] I'm lost I'm lost In the stream of so-called Consciousness The random thought The random splurge That upsurges through the centre Of the mind's inner page The rage inside The rage inside The stage inside The eye of the tigger That turns to tiger