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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

By the time you hear this song
You’ve gone wrong
Caught up in the labyrinths of time
In your mind
Unlearn
Unwind
But not to worry
There is no hurry
“Come unto me, ” says she

“You’ve been polluted, uprooted
By time
You have been muted, computed
But I’m
A living vessel of the one
Of the moon
Of the sun”

Hey, you ain’t as dead as you seem
What the fuck?
Hey, but you keep living your lies
Hey, your life’s a bore but you dream
Bring yourself to be yourself tonight

I see evidence in how you hold your head
And I see evidence in how you say what’s said
I see it in your eyes
That you’ve been hypnotized

“You’ve been polluted, uprooted
By time
You have been muted, computed
But I’m
A living vessel of the one
Of the moon
Of the sun”

Hey, you ain’t as dead as you seem
What the fuck?
Hey, but you keep living your lies
Hey, your life’s a bore but you dream
Bring yourself to be yourself tonight