Soul - In Rememberance of Days Gone Past

Soul - In Rememberance of Days Gone Past


A rough draft but no Dilla.



Hey world

Hey young world

Are you getting as old as me?

In that case young world

this is...

this is..

In rememberance of the grand days when dad made the family breakfast
then took his place at the table with the paper to read his mandrake
i had my knees covered in band aids...
cus every waking hour i was on a rampage...
caught a few bumps & bruises runnin through the house, knocking over lamp shades
and when it was scorchin, couldn't resist putting my fingers 'tween the fan blades
when you said ixnay amscray and my toughest decision was
whether to put jam or sugar on my pancakes
when I had yet to learn about an xbox or playstation
i stayed playin with pet rocks til we set off on vacation
put many greatfriends in headlocks or leglocks til they ached then
we sped off or'd get caught for melee'in
that was during schoolhours...
seems like all we did was fool around for a few hours
ignorantly blissful is an understatement a freedom culminating
in the wondrous days of the summer breaks
Mom packed the car like a recordbreaking tetris ace
four people in a decrepit station wagon but she stretched the space
mom with the license did the drivin dad never passed the test
me and my sister behind em giggling and smiling is to this day what i consider happiness
We held our breath til we were blue in the face as we passed through
tunnels then made wishes that wouldn't come true anyway
our family had the playin cards handy, homemade bingo charts and a
big bag of car candy
we didn't have ac so we rolled the windows down
watching myself as the sun slowly turned my pale skintone brown
tranformation transmutation
seemingly immune to antiquation
no filter, thoughts and dreams just ambulating
but never touched on that the skin may be a mere means of transportation
scatterbrained could amputate an observation
but coloured my own emancipation proclamation with a handy tray of chalk and crayons
the sight of my mother hair dancing through the hole in the headrest
was as calming as knowing this summer too would be the best yet
this was when i rocked out to rednex til dad turned the radio off
and put his mixtapes in the cassette deck
bumpin Bruce, the stones and Dire straits
when you're that young classics are an acquired taste
before bedtime i would struggle to stay wide awake
as the family ate pocorn or grilled apples by the fireplace
turned down a girl who said merry me
only five but wanted her life to be shared with me
teared up when i finally dared to speak
became friends again eating cherries fresh from the cherrytree
i think back to that very often
the sun on my skin and the scent of cherryblossoms
nature seemed so whimsical intrinsically moving through
feelings of immortality and being invincible
Runnin around all day catching butterflies
at night i saw lullabies come alive in my mothers eyes
i would play soccer for hours in the backyard
right next to the pond where we would catch frogs
took imaginary safaris with my grandpa to madagascar
where we killed crocodiles tigers and jaguars
never all that interested in motorcycles or fast cars i
Climbed trees and collected memories in a glassjar
my dad taught me how to make a fire and whittle sticks
once i had a little slip and pretty much slit my wrist
blood gushing but he patched me up pretty quick
or maybe mom did, I don't know I was just a little kid
imagined the bandages as armplates and i was a superhero,
keeping sis, pops and moms safe and outta harms way
so lucky to have baby sister who was up for games and mischief
had the most innocent laugh and was insanely ticklish
us dream chasing across green acres
and when we got old enough to think it was cool we played teenagers
and talked about a lot of stuff we probably didn't get
discussing the likes of love and loss, a little sex
looking about as tough as awkward idiots
all while taking exagerated puffs from chocolate cigarettes
before that my action men doubled as barbies boyfriends
and for enemy assault we were armed with toyguns
sometimes we watched reruns of magnum and airwolf
when were spent from running around the garden barefoot
never careful around the grass green grew used to
the feeling of ripping band aids and dabbing wounds with bactine
a dad sippin black tea slowly and a mom downing caffeine
sheltered me from my tv shows, idiosyncrasies and bad dreams
a time when i was into plastic weapons and comicbooks
not classic records and vonnegut...
no more magica de hex and donald duck...
those moments last a sec then it's gone for good
so cherish it cus even as a lyricist looking back
you'll never get to see those years again...



If you've made it this far, accept my deepest appreciation and gratitude.
Applaud yourself.
You've got an above average attention span.
Thank you.