Snapshot Memories

[Intro]

Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker

A free thinker

I stay focused but not blinkered

And these snapshot memories in my mind

Legacies from another time and I find

That as the days pass the colours fade

But the images remain

[Snapshot 1]

Grazed knees, Tetris

BMX, Atari's

Dayglo, Velcro

Yoyo's, Beano's

Hip hop, don't stop

Starwars figures, football stickers

Cola bottles, Gerry Cottle's

Just Jack

Fat laces, dirty faces

Kiss chases, Wacky Races

Herbie Hancock, Kurtis Blow

Roxanne Shanté, UTFO

Hip hop

Don't stop

[Snapshot 2]

Everything's in slow motion

(Verse 1)

Everything's in slow motion

Hands in the air

Sweat flying everywhere

But we don't care

Well you could try to fight the feeling

But I can't see the use

There's so much love in this room

And yes its all drug induced

Can't remember who I am

Or what I'm doing here

But at the same time

In my mind

Everything is clear

No fear and no drama

It's all good karma

And I never can forget

The night before the morning after

(Chorus)

Sun up to sun down

Come up to come down

Just waiting for Friday to come around

Sun rise to sun set

How high can we get

Monday morning and none of us have slept yet

(Verse 2)

Well there's more to life than this

Of that I'm fully aware

But there's nothing more intense

Than crazy nights we shared

We got bass for the body

Chemicals for the head

Every day lives

Were like a skin we shed

Well you could try to fight the feeling

But I can't see the use

There's so much love in this room

Of that we're living proof

You could try to fight the feeling

But I can't see the use

It's a shame that in the end

It was all drug induced

(Chorus)x2

Sun up to sun down

Come up to come down

Just waiting for Friday to come around

Sun rise to sun set

How high can we get

Monday morning and none of us have slept yet

[Snapshot 3]

Even as I watch you

All the rest seems to disappear

You pull me in with your tractor beams

And wrap me up in your wicked schemes

My Sunday morning eyes observe

Your Cadbury skin uncurve

And in tronic patterned Venetian light

You moonwalk to the bathroom

You float into the bathroom

Well you move across my space without friction

You're so unbelievable you must be fiction

Or perhaps a premonition

But as I listen

I hear your foot fall softly

And all my troubles fall away from me

So easily

But so slowly

[Outro]

All these memories in my mind

I'm still a secret lemonade drinker