I Keep Calling lyrics

Song information

Artist: Sage Francis
Album: Sick Of Waiting Tables

Lyrics

Author: sage francis

Chorus

Intro:

Pick up, pick up...pick up, pick up..

Verse one:

Now I can't even think back. self-induced amnesia has made its impact /
Mental health produced at leisure was frayed once it was intact /
I voluntarily refuse to remenisce /
If I could choose any wish...I'd lose my genesis /
And prove to my nemesis that I don't need memory lane on my way home /
But I got lost and I needed a pay phone /
Because I was in an unsafe zone...inside of a place unknown /
Where unfamilliar faces roam (...and it's so strange)... /
I've got no change...i could've sworn that I did when I left /
My breath gets heavy with every lie and theft /
I looked right and left...then I called people at my home collect /
To tell them, "things changed." but they just won't accept /
I'm out of range...with no respect. every time I asked for directions /
All I got was dead ai, cut lines, and bad connections /
People who would helo changed their number to unlisted /
411 info left me unassisted. wickedly twisted... /
Incidents. is it coincidence? I choose to think so /
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. pictures appear like slide shows /
My mind knows each and every single detail /
Total recall is leaving me pale /
Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of nature bring my homing instinct /
Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a minute /
Epiphany: this is the much traveled trail from my past /
Now an unbeaten path...unfunny memories are now making me laugh

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Verse two:

Haaaaaa! the flashbacks of my past acts are numerous /
Since out the uterus...earth encounters ain't been that humerous /
Heheheheh...my laugh lines have been faked for the last time /
I'm past my prime. climaxing again is a task of mine /
I'm homeward bound. break out the map and atlas /
I ask gas station attendants...and they just act pissed /
I'm black listed...for not staying true to white lies /
I fight lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night dies /
Then I shed some light on what's the matter /
Reflections in the looking glass self scatter when the hard stares make it shatter /
7 years bad luck? time's irrelevant /
I'm searching for signs of intelligent minds, but find the element /
Which blinds what the hell I think. now I'm thinking... /
"What time is it?" I see the 12:00 blinking /
Check the position...of the sun...to see there is none /
I figure there's an eclipse...so I look away to save my wisdom /
The solar system left me stranded in a universe /
Where I do reverse psychology. apologies are made through my verse /
Ain't nothing to do but curse when I'm frustrated /
Making people disgusted. plus, I'm mistrusted and hated /
That's an understatement, but who really cares about my failure years? /
I'm on an expedition...following my trail of tears /
From when I cried, but...it dried up...and vaporized /
I played your game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking lies /
From faking guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and peers /
At this here pace, it'll take me a thousand years /
To fins my way back...encompassing what they lack /
It cost me most of my life, but still I'm thinking about a pay back /
Decapitated...i lost my head, and fear is activated /
I'm in a fog. my blood, sweat and tears evaporated /
I back track to find my lost sense of direction /
Stop, look, and listen...before I cross the intersection /
There's much construction. I'm signaled with morse code /
To take a detour. somehow I end up on an off road /
I squint my eyes...trying to find some street signs /
I can only read strong thoughts. these people have weak minds /
Trapped in a desert that to me looks like a sandbox /
With damn narcs...hold up, son...I'm noticing some landmarks /
I rack my brain...knowing that I can't attack in vane /
Upon return I promised myself not to act the same /
But every so often my selective screen memory...will be my enemy /
Metamorphasize and say, "remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I could kill the retro /
But heck no...to much of my past I just can't let go /
I'm just a stone's throw away from my home turf...which really is this whole earth /
But claims like that have no worth /
Epiphany: and then it hits me...the reason why I'm dizzy /
Is because I've been traveling in circles keeping myself busy
(Where is he?)

Chorus

Outro:

Deejay perseus drumming

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"Sick Of Waiting Tables" album track list