Muses

Good evening and welcome, my name is Scroobius Pip Scratching the roof of your mouth from behind this turntable today we’ve got my man Amonamy Ahh, c’mon man, don’t be shy Why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourself properly? Have you been there before? Cause I swear you look familiar I stand scratching my head to make my thoughts a bit clearer And you look at me Like I'm a bad news dealer But maybe you just know that I'm a soul revealer Yeah, but maybe I'm wrong So I just keep on walking As I start to walk, I hear the people start to be talking 'Bout the boy with the distant stare and the walk And the book held tight in his hands he keeps his thoughts in As I walk, the talk, it fades into the distance I start to ponder the true meaning of existence It was once theorised the X and Y of existence Are the feelings that you feel and levels at which you feel them With this in mind, I had to put pen to paper But even with this outlet, my mind began to waver I looked up to find a muse my mind could use A distraction from this sedulous mind abuse So there she stood, my inappropriate object of desire Just another inanimate object for me to cast into the mire I don't know yet But her visual's got me kinda transfixed I look away, I'm drifting back to her lips It's time to leave, so leave I did, I had to get the hell out of there Before I scared this bright-eyed queen with my macho man power stare I got home, unplugged the phone, and sat alone with my mind Had the sweetest night's sleep in her eyes that night See, this way I didn't ruin the illusion When pursuing a muse, the chances are that you'll lose 'em But even if you don't, they'll never live up to your expectation I'd rather keep them in my dreams and draw for inspiration But it's getting kinda crowded up there And the boundaries of my mind, I think, are starting to tear As the stronger realities start overtaking the meek, I'm like Did I even leave my house this week..? Now Amonamy if you’d as kind as to put this beat to bed for me That’d be fantastic