《Achilles and the Tortoise》是Buck 65演唱的歌曲，收錄於《Man Overboard》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Achilles and the Tortoise
- 所屬專輯：Man Overboard
- 歌曲原唱：Buck 65
- 發行日期：2002年10月8日
歌曲歌詞
This collection of sketches rough and scattered is arranged by instinct
There's entropy at work but mostly it happened by accident
Sure a story goes with this
But for it to make sense you'd have to be me
And for it to make dollars I would have to be something I despise
Don't ask me how I managed no one gets paid to make change
Every morning I salute the flag turn
Grab the fingers of my left hand behind my back and continue my search
I'm wondering how I got here
Who besides me is responsible
I'm not the young man I was when I first wrote the code
Now I don't have it in me to fuss over much
I need sleep more than ever before
What remains of my violence is so precious
I keep it all of it to myself
What frightens me most now is my gradual loss of hearing
I'm guided more and more by vibes
I shield my eyes from flickering images
And document my dreams with as much detail as possible
I figure I'll write my book when its all I can do
But I don't know
Have you any idea how hot these sands are
Ya I come in contact with the odd scavenger here and there
But those encounters rarely amount to much
I just gaze the same few black and white photographs
Distant loves long lost souls diamonds of my most glorious moments
I remember the gold rush
Ya she makes me laugh now to think of the risks I took
The monuments will remain and that's all that matters but the question always becomes
Am I happy
When young we mourn for one woman
When we grow old for woman in general
The tradgey in life is man is never free
Yet strives for what can never be
The thing most feared in secret always happens
My life my love where are they now
But the more the pain grows the more this instinct for life somehow asserts itself
The necessary beauty in life is giving yourself to it completely
Only later will it clarify itself as not coherent
I wandered the fields and listen for the sound of drums
The colder the ground becomes the closer I get I home
The planets not fit to roam but with all the chaos
But when I saw the savages I played the law of averages
And when the river splits in half I start to lose my wits and laugh
And cry at the same time there's nothing I can do about it
Even though I wouldn't doubt it if the winds began to blow
And carry the sounds of my voice to the lands below
So I put my hands around my mouth and hollered to the sunken city
That wallows in the filth of its own drunken pity
And wait to see a signal but a signal is never seen
Eventually fatigue builds inside me exponentially and so I sleep
And dream that I'm able to fly
They will respect a man with wings
Later I awake in agony and learn
That while I was sleeping the city had burned
Shrugging my shoulders I paused and gathered thoughts
Think twice about staying put then decide I rather not
So I press on in my agnostic pilgrimage
Knowing that I can swim deeper than the grim reaper
Ready for whatever sea creatures may abound
When the water swallows me and not the other way around
Survival saw me through the mechanical district
Starvation leads to being cannibalistic
I have to rely on cons and silence and non talking quick
Defending myself with nothing but this walking stick
I've never had friends and no parental guidance
I'm wild at heart and weird on top I'm feared nonstop
Even though my rage is worn out
My life's a book with several pages torn out
I just climb trees and look for rhythm everywhere
I used to be the town crier in a city of stone throwers
Until my soul was laid bare and displayed in the pearled square
Ignored more than a lot not less no one understood my thought process
I was gagged and bound over noise complaints
But commanding the resolve that destroys constraints
I found my escape in a melding of memories
The next thing I know I'm rowing this boat
And blowing this note on an old tarnished trumpet
Ever since then I've been wondering lots
Watching the sky and pondering thoughts
Strange angel music box genie
Behind for some time and now I'm blind in one eye
And how this happened exactly will never be known
My thoughts take the shape of the hang man's house
Never fails in time traveling salesman visiting
