Freak Power

Who's that sister, mader her own space,
She's got moondust on her 'fro.
Damn we miss her sugarsome face,
Wistful, moonbeam sense to go.
Six months later she steamed up the van,
We got no small surprise.
Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes.

Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand.
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land.

Late arrival, never been kissed,
Strode up sneaking in tongues.
Settled nicely up to the wrist,
Grinding to the bass and the drum.
3 years later she's back in her stride,
Down Full Circle doin' the bump,
Lovely Lady, up on her feet,
She's getting over the hump.

Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand.
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land.

That poor old poet didn't know so,
but she cooked the wrong goose.
She should have lapped it up
and licked it like we do with that juice.
And if you ask her she just shrugs
And digs the life that she chose.
My moonbeam woman, she sure 'nuff gets some when her cup overflows.

Can't stop Won't stop, rockin' to the lady 'cuz I get down and I go down [Repeated until end]

Some people been driving to fast
Some people still having a gas
But if there's one thing you gotta concede,
You gotta know who's driving you car,
You get to fifth gear with your foot on the floor
Or else you're starring in a cruise too far

Turn on, tune in, cop out
Let it flow now mama,
Turn on, tune in, cop out
Let it flow become a woman

Some people been wasting their time
Some people expanding their minds
But if you've known love like the jokers before
Then you're likely to be home on the range
No more the cowboy gottsa flaunt his wares
He's been grazing on a different plain

Turn on, tune in, cop out
Let it flow now mama
Turn on, tune in, and cop out
Let it flow become a woman

It's easy to see why there's a thousands of people
Are regularly turning it out
And it's easy to find when you mess with your mind
That you've gone beyond a reasonable doubt

Turn on tune in cop out
Let if flow now mama
Turn on, tune in, and cop out
Let it flow become a woman

Turn on tune in cop out
Let if flow now mama
Turn on, tune in, and cop out
Let it flow become a woman

Turn on tune in cop out
Let if flow now mama
Turn on, tune in, and cop out
Let it flow become a woman

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Written By NORMAN COOK
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I see people piling up on people,
I see brothers ripping off their friends,
I see lovers cheating on their lovers,
The story never ends...

I hear babies making it with babies,
I hear buddies lying to their friends,
Politicians lie for politicians,
This party never ends...

People help me sing my song,
"Better days" is going wrong,
Everybody get in touch with me.
Put it back to where we belong,
Push the weak to make the stronng,
Everybody get in touch with me.

I see people piling up on people,
I see junnkies taking from their friends,
I see fingers pointing at the fingers,
The story never ends...

We got misters beating up on sisters,
We got crazies waiting for the end,
We got answers giving out the answers,
This party never ends...

A man, a plan he doesn't understand,
He can't live the life he wants to lead,
Dealin with fools and brother ridicule,
Every day he got new rules to read.
Stop and fight man,
Make it right man,
Change the things u really hate.
The life he leads turns him inside out,
Coz' he's livin in a master state.

Freak Power
Riding the freak wave.
Freak Power,
True, bein' a freak slave.
Freak Power,
Walking the freak walk.
Freak Power,
Talking like a freak talks.

A woman can't walk alone, she's on her own.
Takin it home.
Footsteps in an alleyway, but she's got no other way to go.
Stop and think man! watcha doing man?
Can't U let your sister breathe?
She got the right 2 wander day and night,
And move where she please.

Some people say, and some people do,
All I want to know, is which one are you?
People stand around, doggin' on their brother,
Part one of the plan, respect each other...

Running away to get away
Ha ha ha ha
You're wearing out your shoes

Look at you, fooling you

Making blues of night and day
Hee hee hee hee
You're stretching out your dues

Look at you, fooling you

Shorter cut is quicker but
Ha ha ha ha
Time is here to stay

Look at you, fooling you

The deeper in debt the harder you bet
Hee hee hee hee
You need more room to play

Look at you, fooling you

Another day you're farther away
Ha ha ha ha
A longer trip back home

When it comes to affairs of the head,
I usually find that the better hung are the well read.
See that sat beneath the tree of thought,
Well five'll get you ten that it's me.
If ignorance is paradise, I don't agree.

Every minute I try,
To change my mind.
Every minute I try,
To change my mind.

When it comes to affairs of the leg,
Don't try to purchase life's tapestry off the peg.
You might be sitting all alone in your room,
flying in an armchair ride.
I think you'll find when you're looking out,
you'll see inside.

Something in this world has changed my mind I find,
I took a trip to heaven on the wings of mankind.
Something in this world makes every sense, experience,
take me to Utopia, to hell with the expense

When it comes to affairs of the mouth,
come sup the sociable seminar in the deep south.
Don't tell me that talk is cheap,
when it's clear as my nose that it's not.
We make up all the characters, but not the plot.

If you what you wear makes you a man,
and what you eat says who you are,
and what you see is all you gonna get,
tell me what is what you is?

If what it is, is what it was,
and where it's at, is where it should have been,
and where I am, is where am I?
please tell me What you is?

You got to stand back, and take a look,
You don't have to live your life by the book,
Look underneath the skin, see what is in,
Look out for the man.

If where you're coming from, is where you've already been,
and What's happening brother has happened,
and why am I is the reason why I am, please tell me,
What it what you is?

It's all in your head," she said,
U know it's right there in you mind.
Soul food is brain food so you get back payment in kind,
Stroll up to the cash desk, push you trolley up that ramp.
"The change'll do you good" she said,
And you even get Green Stamps.

We're just waiting for the story to end,
The credits will be rolling again,
If you make love to your enemies,
You masturbate your friends, and that's the end.

"It's all there in the past." she said,
When the Merry Pranksters rolled,
The cats and dogs in harmony,
And the ppigs do what they're told.
"Get back on the bus," she said lovin Kenny Kesey (Jones)
The street's are paved with daisies,
Coz we made them on our own

We're alone, each with our very own lives to lead,
we carry our walls around in our pockets,
Electricity crackles and bricks turn to dust,
when you're there...

I get a rush,
straight to my head,
I get a rush.
I get a rush,
down to my feet,
I get a rush.

See you there, standing with a secret smile on your face.
I am looking at my salvation.
Heal the broken hearts,
feed the nation with love...

A rush of wind...of blood through my veins and energy,
you are here with me now and I love it.
Take me away...
Fly with me.

Big time lovers in a king-size bed,
Small town freaks and the local head.
The ding-a-ling girls dive dressed to kill
The boys giggled but they caught it on film.
Big Daddy Love took the room downstairs,
There was cats hanging out in their underwear.
He said, “It smells funky,” but he's back for more.
The ninja sex was on the second floor.
The ground floor babies love to flip and trip
Up in the attic with the gooby whip.
Drowned your sorrows with the friends that you keep.
You trashed the garden the fell asleep.
Gilbert and George standing on there heads,
Four on the floor and then four in the bed.
Daisy Lady come shave our skins,
One's too fat and the other's too thin.
Freaky evenings as I recall,
Courtesy of the old snowballs.
Felt tip tripping with the marker sluts,
Tha Fonk Moose done drive you nuts.
Sunday night fever and we're totally wired,
Lord Lenny Lutch is just about retired,
We still watch Elvis on the split screen show,
The party's cardy's stone fit to blow.
Timothy Leary said to Kenny Sharfe,
"I think you need another cheeky half."
We've got Chris Eubank with the serious shit,
As your attorney I advise you to quit.
Garfield on the sofa with the freaks galore,
The Diceman hit him and he rolled a four.
He dug the kid's style and he's friend the roach,
We've got fear and loathing on the Southern Coast,

It's the big time, (gonna get by, by, by,)
It's the big time, (Totally fried, fried, fried.)

know some people they ain't got no money
But they do got a means to an end,
cuz they got juice and they got plenty of lovin'
and a big heap of beautiful friends.
I know some people didn't know that they're born,
They don't know the soles of their feet.
Well you can't fight a war when you got lovin' in store
there on the sunny side of the street.
Let's do the whip
Everybody get hip to it

Ain't nothin' missin' we got a pot to kiss in
We got karma, we am what we am.
It's up to you because the best that you can do
is the best that you can.
My situation is the fellation nation,
dancing to the brotherly beat,
Well you can't fight a war when you got lovin' in store
there on the sunny side of the street

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Written By NORMAN COOK
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