Egypt Verse 1: At the time of sunrise I'd skipped my lines Took a stroll through the sand as I did all the time Egypt is large and the sands blew about Like the voices of nothing all bearing to shout A rhyme to the Earth a sweet airy song That I sang to the Earth as I ripped from the bong Until the sun was gone and my voice was dry and the song was shriveled far beyond a cry... A glowing red sky hangs over the Nile The Evening Star sets the inception of my trial At this time of the moon, I ceased this tune, and arose from the dark with a new song to croon Yes, the water swirled about atop the desert sands and the wind blew a song through the barren lands And upon its completion, the world stilled The depths opened up and my heart was filled Chorus: Dance! Dance! through the barren night Whisper your love and hold me tight Dance! Dance! Keep me in the light Sing softly and restore my sight Dance! Dance! To the sacred sound Of birds singing songs to the stars abound Dance! Dance! We spin around Until we sleep upon the desert ground Verse 2: Once again its sunrise, and I peak open my eye To find you sleeping soundly and I sigh With the relief of a cool breeze from the shore That seeps through my body to the core Where my heart has long yearned for you And where the wondrous ideas I construe Manifest into the words that I write To you, to you, I sing with light I sing with colors and clouds at night And your cascading words set me alight In a solace of chaotic elation we kiss To consecrate this morning in our total bliss And we'll perpetuate our art and our love And dance the desert till waters pour from above We'll whisper everything we've spoke of And we'll eat of the mountain's olive Chorus: Dance! Dance! through the barren night Whisper your love and hold me tight Dance! Dance! Keep me in the light Sing softly and restore my sight Dance! Dance! To the sacred sound Of birds singing songs to the stars abound Dance! Dance! We spin around Until we sleep upon the desert ground

Verse 1: I watch the shadows that engulf the Earth (A) And wallow in the blackened blood from the surf (A) The miserly masses preaching from below (B) Along the derelict rappers and their so called 'flow' (B) None of you have any answers from the world (C) Only broken words and fingers curled (C) Making fists and ready to fight or die (D) In an attempt to reach that mansion in the sky (D) You think your life is hard? You aren't aware of anything! (E) You're brainwashed and ignorant to everything (E) Free your mind and take a look around! (F) The answers are all there they just need to be found (F) Do you think that any of this is normal? (G) Whatever you consider to be overtly formal (G) It's all created and you're meant to conform (H) But, unleash your brain and create a new storm (H) Chorus: Look at the chains wrapped around your feet Take the class war to the masses in the street Gather your comrades and close the shops Power in the union and fuck the cops They'll see us march down hand in hand And together, the proles will make their last stand Let them tremble at the revolution No mode of capitalism can pay the restitution Verse 2: It's the capitalist scum that perpetuates war And all you care about is Jersey Shore You consumerists alienated to spend and buy Meanwhile in the Global South the hungry children die Wake up! There is no God! (I) Only fuckers wielding a cattle prod (I) Look around and think for yourself Pick your resolve up off of the top shelf You think the radio is good? You don't know shit about the hood In capitalism art is a commodity And opposition labeled as an oddity The inequality that capitalism creates Runs with the blood through the sewer grates The murder is hidden, the floor is mopped Fingers are pointed but the horror's not stopped Chorus (X2): Look at the chains wrapped around your feet Take the class war to the masses in the street Gather your comrades and close the shops Power in the union and fuck the cops They'll see us march down hand in hand And together, the proles will make their last stand Let them tremble at the revolution No mode of capitalism can pay the restitution

The sun is down and the breeze blows around And as I walk through the night I begin to write Songs about love and romance and I dance All the way down the street with the song on repeat The Feeling goes from my ears to my feet Again, again, my foot falls again To the rhythm of the orchestral... bandsmen And as I walk, I think about sound And how it moves, moves, struts around In the form of waves Or even cascading through raves But also how it moves us And influences the consciousness All across the Earth Music will bring us rebirth Chorus: Like the crackle of vinyl The resolution is final Spinning, spinning round and grinning Vinyl Record always winning Spinning, spinning Round and grinning It's the static of vinyl that makes the style round and grinning spinning, spinning Vinyl record always winning spinning, spinning round and grinning Verse 2: Now I'm inside - I sat down and that's when I eyed The vinyl record going unplayed For in my house, Silence has never stayed Yes, and so I made a move to set the groove And I dropped the needle with the intent to improve The silence which is a plague that meant to elude The human soul, and with this I conclude my thoughts and rise once more to my feet And I pack the bowl to the drums in the beat And that's when my thoughts turn to you And I begin to hum with a soft coo That old song that I wrote long ago Asking you to love me, I sing it slow: Chorus: Like the crackle of vinyl The resolution is final Spinning, spinning round and grinning Vinyl Record always winning Spinning, spinning Round and grinning It's the static of vinyl that makes the style round and grinning spinning, spinning Vinyl record always winning spinning, spinning round and grinning Verse 3: Will you now love me (5A) As none have before? (5B) Ride upon the Sea (5A) Past the sandy shore (5B) To the cotton cloud (5C) Ever high and proud (5C) Forever shall I love thee (7A) Amorphous and free (5A) Come watch the Albatross soar (7B) Through the skies and lore (5B) And feel the waves knit a shroud (7C) Over Earth endowed (5C) And still oh still does the table turn round And the needle rises and falls with the sound It is perpetual like love And knit and kept like a handmade glove Like the crackle of vinyl The resolution is fin It's the static of vinyl that makes the style