Wise Old Owl - The Human Collective [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

They call me the Wise Old Owl
I don’t know why
Maybe I’ll live up to the name after I die
Maybe you’ll just have to sit there and watch me commit suicide
On the side lines with lines and pines and dimes and fine china dinnerwear
Dinner where?
I’m fucking starving man, artistic liscence, fair?
Water, water, water everywhere, and not a single drop to drink
It’ll do you little better to make you not think
About degrees of insessent necessities
Burdens are compi-a-ling like rust on yer tired piece of bling
Don’t you get it man?
This little planets a community so we better share some unity
It’s not a competition you can go at any pace

It’s the human collective, not the human race

Call me hypocritical or even a liar if you desire
But I could go for days without getting tired
Of complaining about the current condition
Of the planet it’s a fucking panick anex
Full of falling manic addicts
Just like me
Just like he
Just like she
We’re all addicted to something from technology to methamphetamines
It’s all a means to an end I was meaning to percieve
But I never went down that street
Lucky for three
Four five six seven eight nine ten
It’ll never end
Your not getting high your getting low
You know I know you know
Don’t you see?
It’s a show
It’s a game
Monopolize your name
It’s not you
It’s your own
Put down the phone
Don’t worry
The tumour won’t grow on a rotary dial tone
Big Brother covert ops
Blackberry secret cops
And fleeting future shots
To my brain revealing to me all the shame
Of the highs of the lows
Of to which few mortals ever knew
It’s a photoshop coup
This isn’t real man!
Seems to be an obsolescence plan to me
And all the damned are gonna party in hell tonight
If we don’t right the wrongs
Of a history undone
By an untouched
Indiana Jones style catacombs
Locked deep in the forest of unknown
Gaurded by spirits of the old wild world
Ohm
Mother Gaia gotta raise me up a little higher if I wanna meditate in space

It’s the human collective, not the human race


(Second Page)
So I applaud you for what you’re doing right now
Good for you, keep it up, Steely Dan said do it again
As long as it’s within your plan for success
Yo, go grab it and never let it go!
Live within the light of love
And the love will lighten up your life
Trust me on that
I gotta squint my eyes everytime I go outside
Even at night
The beauty shines so bright
Like a ray of sunshine
On a really pale albino’s hide
But I take it all in stride
This is hip hop right?
Nirvana said... nevermind

We gotta start thinkin about the thinkers
The tinkerers
The freedom fighters on every coastline
It’s about fucking time
We stop giving the time of day
To fools like George W. Bush
Though I’ve heard he smokes a mad amount o kush
It doesn’t seem to me that any politian policies irrivocably
Acknowledge the truth on any level
These goddamn Generation X-er’s are on pace with the devil
When it comes to ignorance is bliss
Until you’re knee deep in dog shit
Or worse you’re so lost
You want to stick your middle finger right into it
But that’s besides the pointer
We fucked up
Could I cut the curtains
Concerning a certain person
In this hyprocrtitic thumbtack
That can actually be referred to as hip-hop or rap?
Yeah I think I could
Shoulda coulda woulda
Refer to my point of view on the whole matter
Bashin others materials’
Slanderous
Perpetual motion machine of hate
Get your head straight
Or gay, we’re nicer anyways
So get your pencils sharpened up
I’m feeding future haters
With these lyrics and I’m only getting gayer
Imma go in the green room with N.P.H.and Christian Slater
And after we fuck;
We’ll go get some gelato and listen to Tyler, the Creator
Quick, say something to save face!

It’s the human collective, not the human race