Colors Fly

I’m stereo
My colors fly
My existence sweats
Only I know why
I flirt with words
And precipitate
My silhouette
Watch me percolate
I travel time and take up space
I’m more than just a pretty face
I dip into the grains of sand
And part the waters with just my hand
A falling star
Rock bottom dust
My name was lost
In truth and lust
I must confess
I always knew
Exactly what my song can do
I must confess
I always knew
Exactly what my song can do

The stars, the sites, the brightest lights
The tantalizing heights when the nights take flight
The strive to become undone and one
Yesterday's daughter holds tomorrow's son
In her hands, the timeless oceans and sands
The jazz we eclipse with the funk in our bands
I'm solar, lunar, baby equator
An old satellite, lost in your radar
I hold tight to the roots in the ground
The shells around my neck, the trouble in my sound
Like Billie in Paris, 1954
You can give them all you got but they still want more

I flirt with words
And precipitate
My silhouette
Watch me percolate
I travel time and take up space
I’m more than just a pretty face
I must confess I
I must confess I
I must confess I always knew
I must confess I
I must confess
What my song can do

The Last Poets to Foucault, speakerbox I got soul
When my little skirt bends I make it so retro
With the hip in my flow, my little sister said yo
When you rock the moment baby you gotta let it all go
This ain't no fashion show
This is the phantasmagoria
I depart the mysteria, hyperbole area
Let me freak and take care of ya
Til the beats release
I slap the words out your mouth but still I'm all about peace
When she wears the red strap the mishap they react
They think black is so black and the style is an act
Of resist I say miss let me take it all back
To the block party body where we know where we at ....

(c) 2007 Eric Wilkinson