Am I Weird? - Chip the Black Boy

Am I Weird? Lyrics

Am I weird?
Am I weird?
Am I everything you fear?
Am I the voice in the void in the space between your ears?
Am I leading you to Hell, via wishing well?
Am I vaulting you to Heaven with a hypnagogic spell?
Can you smell it on my breath?
Is it the whispering of death?
Or the slumbering aroma of the cousin of a coma?
Lie upon the sofa, relax and let your lids rest,
Look into the nothing to see traces of the infinite.
I am the bird boy with busted wing,
Singing on the sidewalk, hiding from the night hawk,
I am the blood pudding, you are the golden spoon,
We are conjoined corollaries in a throbbing womb.

[That's kinda weird!]
Am I weird?
Am I wild? Am I free?
Am I you, are you me?
Must you shut your eyes to see?
Is the treetop cradle faded to the weather?
Is the fortified foundations a trivial endeavour?
Hush, my darling, don't fuss my angel,
What's an anaconda?
What is it to be strangled?
Death is only practice, resistance is madness,
Every ladder step is an exercise in sadness.
Lay upon the matress, aren't you feeling listless?
Give your lungs a rest, exhale that breath,
It stirs the dust particles, sparkling in the blackness,
Landing in the eyes of the baby in the basket.
Merrily, merrily, drifting downstream,
Awaiting tragedy or charity, it all is but a dream.
Lyrics Submitted by Angela