MC Frontalot - Two Dreamers lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Two Dreamers lyrics]
I live in Baghdad i had a million dollars
After that last bad investment
I live in squalor
Still got a grandiose house
But it’s run down
Jackals take possession of it
Promptly at sundown
On account of the holes in the walls so
I sleep in the yard huddled by the fountain
Ground is keeping it hard
I’d be deeply alarmed if
I weren’t so depressed
Keep an eye on the stars
I guess get some rest as I drift off
Feel like I hear a voice whispering
"Despair in due time
Take comfort in the interim"
I’m listening "Step to the west
In the early air
Your fortune is in Cairo regain
It if you journey there"
Oh, no, I don’t know if I could trust a dream
Has one ever been what it seems?
Oh, no, I don’t know if I could trust a dream
What it keeps on promising
Cairo is quite a ways away
I’m hitch-hiking on carts
Got my vulnerable parts displayed:
My neck, my hope, and my desperation
By the time I get to Damascus
Half sick with exasperation
At my own propensity for delusion
Some dreams are visions, but only illusions
And with my sandal worn to nothing
Wander past a pyramid this is Cairo
Isn’t it? Wonder where my treasure’s hid?
It isn’t in front of me well
Okay i take a seat
Get arrested immediately for vagrancy
This my reward for venturing abroad:
Chuck me in the clink
Lash me to sleep with a palm rod
Three days later
Dragged before the magistrate
Thirty-fifth most important dude
In the caliphate
Asks me why I came so far if I’ve got nothing
To my name but my gumption i
Explain how I’ve got crushing
Doubts, about my faith in a voice
That had come in the night
He laughs in my face
His hind teeth are bright white
Says he had that dream of Baghdad thrice
And the voice in it
Offering specific advice:
"Seek a high style manor where
A jackal is lord dig up a fortune in the
Courtyard" This he ignored
As he assured me any wise
Man would guess I’m silly, then
Back to Baghdad, unearth my new millions
After that last bad investment
I live in squalor
Still got a grandiose house
But it’s run down
Jackals take possession of it
Promptly at sundown
On account of the holes in the walls so
I sleep in the yard huddled by the fountain
Ground is keeping it hard
I’d be deeply alarmed if
I weren’t so depressed
Keep an eye on the stars
I guess get some rest as I drift off
Feel like I hear a voice whispering
"Despair in due time
Take comfort in the interim"
I’m listening "Step to the west
In the early air
Your fortune is in Cairo regain
It if you journey there"
Oh, no, I don’t know if I could trust a dream
Has one ever been what it seems?
Oh, no, I don’t know if I could trust a dream
What it keeps on promising
Cairo is quite a ways away
I’m hitch-hiking on carts
Got my vulnerable parts displayed:
My neck, my hope, and my desperation
By the time I get to Damascus
Half sick with exasperation
At my own propensity for delusion
Some dreams are visions, but only illusions
And with my sandal worn to nothing
Wander past a pyramid this is Cairo
Isn’t it? Wonder where my treasure’s hid?
It isn’t in front of me well
Okay i take a seat
Get arrested immediately for vagrancy
This my reward for venturing abroad:
Chuck me in the clink
Lash me to sleep with a palm rod
Three days later
Dragged before the magistrate
Thirty-fifth most important dude
In the caliphate
Asks me why I came so far if I’ve got nothing
To my name but my gumption i
Explain how I’ve got crushing
Doubts, about my faith in a voice
That had come in the night
He laughs in my face
His hind teeth are bright white
Says he had that dream of Baghdad thrice
And the voice in it
Offering specific advice:
"Seek a high style manor where
A jackal is lord dig up a fortune in the
Courtyard" This he ignored
As he assured me any wise
Man would guess I’m silly, then
Back to Baghdad, unearth my new millions