People seem to be real curious
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what it's like living the life
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of an underground super star.
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I awake around eleven or so with a kitten in my face.
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And that's not innuendo.
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I shake the cobwebs out my head.
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Live alone so I don't bother making the bed.
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I change sheets once every other week.
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Making four cups of coffee before I brush my teeth.
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Should I shower? Hell no.
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Use a little baby powder to cover the smell though.
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Check the cell phone. Ring out! Ring out!
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To hell with these text messages from Twitter.
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Gonna block QuestLove. I ain't hating his game.
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I'm just not ready to play.
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Simple and plain. Everything's strange.
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Strange. Fame. Makes a man take things over.
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Things are getting
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Strange. Fame. Lets him loose, hard to swallow.
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The business is
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Strange. Fame. Puts you there where things are hollow.
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Even homies get
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Strange. Fame. Strange, baby!
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My oven is busted.
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The bathroom sink's in the fritz.
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And my dryer's broken so my clothes stink.
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The fridge stopped workin (Workin!) and it ruined my food.
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We beat the shit out of it and put the video on YouTube.
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People made comments like:
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"Is this what people do because it's boring in Providence?"
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No. It's what I do because I'm excited.
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And I don't have time to refute your writings.
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Click the thumb-down image.
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Go get out my business.
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I ain't paying for 1000 listens.
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I ain't clearin no sample for this song.
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I just give it away.
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David Bowie ain't my homie.
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Is that strange?
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Strange. Fame. Makes a man take things over.
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This industry's
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Strange. Fame. Lets him loose, hard to swallow.
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The lawyers get
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Strange. Fame. Puts you there where things are hollow.
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Even my fans get
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Strange. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame.
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Don't give yourself to these unnatural men.
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Machine men with machine minds and machine hearts.
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You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men.
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I got the world at my fingertips
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but me an my girl got some shit to fix.
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We battle on Facebook, updating the status.
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When I was on Friendster my friend said
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MySpace was fuckin full of bigots.
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Now they talk about Widgets.
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Wikipedia won't even let me correct the false tidbits
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of info on my own bio page.
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Like I don't know my name.
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Like I'm the ripe old age of fiddy-somethin.
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So be it.
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Download my dick!
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Don't give me nothin. I don't need it.
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Cause the more that I get, the more people complain
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that they should have shit, like I have shit.
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That shit's strange.
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Is it any wonder I reject you first?
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Fame. Fame. Fame. Fame.
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You gotta hope for the best and expect the worse.
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Is it any wonder I reject you first?
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This one is free. Next time better empty your purse.
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Got kids to feed. in the future..
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..personal life..
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..total stupidity that I have to deal with
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on a day to day basis..
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Greed has poisoned men's souls.
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Has barricaded the world with hate.
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Has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
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Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
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Our knowledge has made us cynical.
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Our cleverness, hard and unkind.
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We think too much and feel too little.
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Don't give yourselves to brutes.
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Men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives.
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Tell you what to do, what to think, or what to feel.
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(What's your name?)
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Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world.
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Millions of despairing men, women and little children,
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victims of the system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
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To those that can hear me I say do not despair.
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The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed.
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The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
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[This track includes samples from the song "Fame" by David Bowie and from the movie: "The Great Dictator" starring Charles Chaplin.]
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Strange Fame
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Sage Francis |