Sonia Songtext
It is midnight
No magical bewitching hour for me
I know only that I am here waiting
Remembering that once as a child
I walked two miles in my sleep
Did I know then where I was going?
Traveling, I am always traveling
I want to tell you about me
About nights on a brown couch when
I wrapped my bones in lint
No magical bewitching hour for me
I know only that I am here waiting
Remembering that once as a child
I walked two miles in my sleep
Did I know then where I was going?
Traveling, I am always traveling
I want to tell you about me
About nights on a brown couch when
I wrapped my bones in lint
And refuse to move
No one touches me anymore, father
Do not send me out amount strangers
You, you black man stretching
Scraping the mold from your body
Here is my hand
I am not afraid of the night
Nothing will keep us young
You know not
Young men or women
Who spin their youth
On cool playing sounds
We are what we are
What we never think we are
No more wild geographies of the flesh
Echoes
That we move in tune to slower smells
It is a hard thing to admit
That sometimes after midnight I am tired of it all
She’s so sweet (do a little, do a little)
He’s so cruel
She’s so mean (do a little, do a little)
He’s so cool
She’s so sweet (do a little, do a little)
He’s so cruel
She’s so mean (do a little, do a little)
He’s so cool
He’s so rude (do a little, do a little)
He’s so sweet (do a little, do a little)
She’s so cool
He’s so mean (do a little, do a little)
She’e so rude
He’s so rude (do a little, do a little)
She’s so mean
But I know you don’t want to be
When my plans are complete, the boys will blast the walls down trying to get in here!
I can see it all now
This a dedication, man
No one touches me anymore, father
Do not send me out amount strangers
You, you black man stretching
Scraping the mold from your body
Here is my hand
I am not afraid of the night
Nothing will keep us young
You know not
Young men or women
Who spin their youth
On cool playing sounds
We are what we are
What we never think we are
No more wild geographies of the flesh
Echoes
That we move in tune to slower smells
It is a hard thing to admit
That sometimes after midnight I am tired of it all
She’s so sweet (do a little, do a little)
He’s so cruel
She’s so mean (do a little, do a little)
He’s so cool
She’s so sweet (do a little, do a little)
He’s so cruel
She’s so mean (do a little, do a little)
He’s so cool
He’s so rude (do a little, do a little)
He’s so sweet (do a little, do a little)
She’s so cool
He’s so mean (do a little, do a little)
She’e so rude
He’s so rude (do a little, do a little)
She’s so mean
But I know you don’t want to be
When my plans are complete, the boys will blast the walls down trying to get in here!
I can see it all now
This a dedication, man
