Junk Science - Miraculous Machines (Linda Gold) lyrics

A lotta folks would trade souls for the fountain of youth Then travel back knowing the rules Like ‘How could I lose?' This the view from the top of the mountain of youth Where road signs paint a picture to a fountain of truth And once I sip that water I'mma trade it in So no, no fade to black, I'll be fading in To focus, and these days hope is the opus And it feels like home, but it's the bowl of a goldfish But inverse that - it's a fisheye, then it's fly Came a long way since the Friday night fish-fry We did for self, making wine in the basement Defined innovation, but time is a facelift And now we lost in American wilderness The heroes and h**nes Who wonder where the villain is I see the city sometimes It makes me wonder where the children live Ain't no pill for this No known antidote for the dose of reality Cold wind blows, leave em froze in the valley So circle round like the O's in your salary And dry by the fire, still soaked in the gravity And thus we rise, but won't go pop They say the show must go on, the game don't stop Well, in the same fashion the heart must beat Such a mean, lean, miraculous machine CHORUS So sing it again (la la la, la la la la) A lotta folks would trade souls For stuff we take for granted Everyday things, the stuff that make the planet spin Round and round, a phone call from a old friend We stop, smell rose, look around and we old men And Probe said, “Is it really this beautiful?” And I just nodded my head, the way we used to do At rap show school nights at The Wetlands With backpacks and rhyme books My Knickerbocker headband Upstairs Co Flow and The Juggaknots And downstairs picture lil' Baje Trying to take his stage presence up a notch Nightmares of the deadpan I never claimed to be the best type of rapper, like Redman But I would do my lil' thingy thing Thinking I was fly with my initials on a pinky ring Before the Pro Tools and CDJs We had those BD-10s and TDKs And if I close my eyes, still hear the tape hissin' Brought the tape to the party, hoping they'd listen We let the tape rock, never let the tape pop Leave the sampler on all night, so it stays hot It's not like we coulda saved it if we wanted to The same way you bought one slice, but you wanted two Bottom line, if you really really needed it Your boy would get you on a slice And you could eat with it him And so we define, exactly what it means A true family, miraculous machine