@theprofessor,
Life is nothing but a colour chair
Every colour under the sun, searching for the brightness, but there’s nothing there
My life is intricate, timid, vivid and complex
I’m envisaging pictures that’s futuristic like Star Trek
Everything flashes in minutes, while spinning in orbit
Hallucinating, getting dizzy in this warp trip
So many colours that make up the whole spectrum
As the colour wheel turns, I’m getting cricks in my neck bone
At times I ask myself why the hell life is black and white
It’s static-like, with lots of gray matter across the satellite
So I try to saturate the hues
Add a spate of wavy blue, that’s not even a colour but it makes me move
Look for the brightness matching the colour of that underwear
Trying to snatch a piece of that heaven, so I look under there
I smoke some green ‘cause I’ve been told it’s got some colour there
While I am sitting all alone in my colour chair
I spit the blue in the white, black, beige and maybe darkened brown
Rolling the movie in full colour, that’s how it all goes down
Labour is red which used to be managed by Gordon Brown
Yellow and blue have formed a national coalition now
I’m having a dream, I’m flying through the Twilight Zone
Inspired by the nicest colours sliding like kaleidoscopes
They say at the end of the rainbow there’s a pot of gold
How a guy can pass with flying colours, only God can know
How I embrace this is phenomenal
When I’m in my hottest mood, I solve all of my problems with the colour blue
Consolidate the colours and mix them up in a pot or two
Achieve the impossible, leave all the artists astonished too
Nobody follows the picture that I imagine, see
It’s simply just another dropped stitch in life’s tapestry
Right now I’m stuck in this pattern praying and hoping there’ll be someone there
To sit around with me on this colour chair
If you ask me what my favourite colour is, I’ll always give you the same answer
That’s how I always come to terms with the same pattern
They always wonder why I behave in the same manner
Ever since high school, my stubborn behaviour changed faster
But I can still go off colour on several occasions
Especially when I go to church, ‘cause I prefer Heaven to Satan
There was never a day when
Any colour put me off, especially when I went through therapy stages
So something like green making me sick is never the case then
Everywhere I go, I never get in a daze
Listen, I lead an autistic life
Painting verbals with illustrations and images, depicting the song that I write
My thoughts collect soon as I switch off and turn off the light
Stuck in my brain, then they remain all throughout the night
You could never understand what is going through what’s under here
Why don’t you try and sit on my colour chair?
