I woke up to a blinding light in my face and asked where am I? An attractive nurse replied ICU, I retracted my first response, contemplated my retort then
thought to myself “ok, I see you too”. Philosophical sergeant, war-monkey, Caesar. I was seized and suffered head trauma, now I suffer from seizures, wrote fuck you in the palm of my hand as a contingency plan just to remember how to greet you. (Amnesia)! I’m sorry, what’s your name again? Fuck you! Old man Logan. My memory slips, so I sip Hennessy quick to remember my own nostalgia. Rappers get on my nerves, (fibromyalgia)! The methamphetamines, mean I’m a method less recorder, a Methodist with attention deficit disorder. So please can you forgive me if these words I never said. And trust me that they’re there but they get stuck inside my head when I say
Even when I’m lost I hear the sweetness of your charm
I’d never let go again if I could hold you in my arms
Oh, I love you, love you,
I love you, love you
So if sleep is the cousin of death, then naturally naps are the nephews of narcolepsy, which inevitably will destroy your agility when being sedentary becomes the son of senility. It’s becoming virtually impossible to cope, when I gargle with the lotion and brush my teeth with the soap. Scope how I left my cell in the refrigerator, my brain used to contain about a thousand gigs a data, now I’m watching new Al Pacino flicks screaming “Attica Attica” vexed on the floor doing stretches for my sciatica. Wide awake staring at Late Night watching the roots perform like wait, that’s not Alex Haley in Africa? Fragmented thoughts in a non linear thread, Beautiful sentiments get deferred after the meds. So please can you forgive me if these words I never said, but trust me that they’re there but they get stuck inside my head.
Even when I’m lost I hear the sweetness of your charm
I’d never let go again if I could hold you in my arms
Oh,I love you, love you,
I love you, love you
credits
from A Magnificent Day For An Exorcism,
released January 22, 2021
Amnesia
Written by T. Jamerson
Produced by Pharoahe Monch and Parks
Guitars: Marcus Machado
Drums: Daru Jones
Bass: Parks
Drums @ Pencil Factory Recording - Brooklyn, NY Engineer - Parks, Chris Pummill
bkg vocals: Rag N Bone Man
Mixed by Parks
Mastered by Dave Kutch for The Mastering Palace
Pointed, topical lyrics and bright musicianship; a resonant collection of electronic, soul, hip-hop, rock and dance. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2018
