Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,nTrying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,nPlace my faith in the belief that the general public,nWill open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet,nnI ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom,nWell not just yet,nBut if there's something I feel strongly about,nThen I'll discuss it,nAnd if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?nI'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say FUCK IT..nnWaiting for the beat to kick in,nBut it never does,nWaiting for my feet to grow wings,nThat lift me above,nAll of these tiresome things,nThat we know and love,nWaiting for the beat to kick in,nBut it never does,nWaiting for the beat to kick in,nBut it never does,nWaiting for my feet to grow wings,nThat lift me above,nAll of these tiresome things,nThat we know and love,nWaiting for the beat to kick in,nBut it never does.nnA lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up, or being in a dream, or dream like state. Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work.. You might say I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't. Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that. I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be.nn...RightnnI was walking along through unfamiliar streets,nAnd it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around.nI don't know where I was but it had a feeling of New York,nBut not New York in real life the New York you see in old films,nI can't really explain why it just had that vibe,nEvery step I took felt somehow more dramatic.nnSo I kept walking and down an alley behind a bar sitting on some metal steps I saw a man,nFrom the look and smell of him it was clear that he enjoyed a drink,nBut he wasn't in such a state I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him,nWith due care..nnAh Mr Pip he said out loud,nWe've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd,nNow just what he meant by 'we' I didn't really get,nBut all the same I took a seat next to him on the step,nHe said You'll meet a few people before this day is through,nWho will administer advice and guidelines to you,nNow what each of them says I'll tell you now is true,nBut whether or not you take this advice is for you to choose,nAt that point he acted as if someone had whispered in his ear,nWhich, since noone else was there, was pretty damn weird,nAwkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard,nAnd he cleared his throat for a second and said Listen here,nIn this life you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant,nFor years I was smart, I reccommend pleasant,nBeing smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence,nBut the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent,nnWith this information I was encouraged to walk on,nI continued alone through these empty streets,nThinking over what Elwood had said but at the same time thinking about how fucking strange the day had been so far,nI was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest,nAnd a guy said Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there,nnI looked up,nHe said Hi, pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler,nI'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from ya,nI'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today,nAnd you may think that a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say,nBut it's said that observation, not old age, brings wisdom,nAnd I observe every single life lesson I'm given,nI won't attempt tell you how to love or be loved,nBecause you get a different genie each time that lantern is rubbed,nBut I will offer you advice on dealing with life,nIts ups and its downs,nIts troubles and its strifes,nNow I'm sure you've had times when you've felt down or angry,nWanted to lash out, punch a wall and be manly,nBut the question I pose now will offer you a plan B,nAnd maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family,nHow hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,nAnd then just be.. in.. a good mood?nThat's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact,nYou control your emotions it's as simple as that,nHe walked off then, leaving me to contemplate this brief encounter,nI'd barely had time to realise I was being taught something before he was gone,nAnd I was back on my way.nnOn I walked and almost immediately I spotted the next guide,nAnd he couldn't be clearer.nThis guy was standing on the street corner and pacing back and forth,nSkinny lookin' guy leather jacket tight jeans, retro look,nI'd rarely seen someone look quite so uncomfortable in their own skin,nTwitchin', smoothing his hair back, kicking the floor and looking up and down the street,nHe clearly didn't enjoy waiting around so I approached him quickly,nTo put him out of his misery,nAnd to let him start his.. spiel.nnHi my name is Billy Brown,nI ain't gonna give you some quote,nInstead I'm gonna use some stuff that YOU wrote:n'Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,nCause the villain in the books is always backlit,nAlways had the feeling I could never be the villain,nCause the villain in the books is always backlit,nNow I find it pleasing to defend myself with reason,nBut this clock is always sitting on my back, ntick, tick tick,nThen, no explosion but participants errosion,nLike a picture over overly exposed and,nLike a fox that's been run over in the road and..'nBasically what I'm trying to say to you is,nYou don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you,nGetting all pent up and angry about stuff just eats away inside you,nWhat's that other line of yours..n'If you can't forgive and forget,nHow's this,nForget forgivin' and just accept that that's it',nSee that's how it's gotta be.nThen you can fall in love, get on with your life and be free,nAlmost before he could finished this sentence he was off down the street,nHands in his pockets, hurrying away..nnNow quite accepting of the totally surreal time I was having I rounded a corner,nAnd continued onto my next encounter,nResigned to the fact this was some dream or hallucination,nI made my way through the now dark street,nTo the one window that had a light on,nI walked through the unlocked door which incidentally had blinds down,nAnd a sillhouetted figure like a film noir scene,nBut sadly no sign saying Private Eye.nAs I entered a voice promptly said..nnThis journey's almost over, I'm the only one left,nAllow me to introduce myself; my name is Walter Nepp,nThe other guys have taught you things of great positive worth,nBut I'm afraid I'm here to bring you back down to Earth,nSee you can live your life in control and be nice,nBut even that will not promise you a happy life,nYou may think yourself in general to be a nice guy,nBut I'm telling you now - that right there is a lie,nEven the nicest of guys has some nasty within 'em,nYou don't have to be backlit to be the villain,nWhether it be greed lust or just plain vindictiveness,nThere's a level of benevolence inside all of us,nYou can paint yourself an image and live in your own little dream,nBut this ain't a dream, it's one big silver screen,nSo when you think you've got your happy ending don't ever forget it,nIt ain't over til you hear the sound of your end credits,nYou'll be waiting for the beat to kick in,nBut it never does,nWaiting for you feet to grow wings,nThat lift you above,nAll of these tiresome things,nThat you know and love,nWaiting for the beat to kick in,nBut it never does,nWaiting for the beat to kick in,nBut it never does,nWaiting for you feet to grow wings,nThat lift you above,nAll of these tiresome things,nThat you know and love,nWaiting for the beat to kick in,nBut it never does