The Funk
The Funk
it’s the force that makes you move
makes you groove
makes you jump like you’ve got nothing to prove
until you’ve
lost recollection of daily grind
and then you’re one with the music of space and time
you’re on your way to the sublime
you see,
funk’s not a genre but a state of mind
a state of being
and it seems that you’re one with the funk now
it’s like you’re drunk with the knowledge that you don’t need your know-how
when you’re filled with the boogie, hop, hustle and jive
it’s the grooving of the rhythm that keeps you alive
it’s the movement of the breakdown that makes you thrive
and if you get up to the funkay you will arrive
to that funky little place in outer space
where every funky monkey is full of grace
and every lake and river is made of bass
and even when the music stops in it’s place
you don’t lose that funk that you embraced
those feelings of solitude are replaced
by the funky interconnectedness of the human race
