Black and White (Interlude) feat. Poo Bear

歌詞

In the woods, in the mountains there's a good place to begin The song about a black bear living in his black bear den Doing all the black bear things a black bear just might do I hope in my next lifetime I could be a black bear too And here comes black bear now, crashing through the brush Unfazed by thorns and branches that would hurt me to the touch In pursuit of some small animal, the food chain is a truth And the bear has the advantage of the massive claw and tooth But he'll also stop for berries or honey from the bees Or nuts that he can shake down from the canopy of trees And afterwards he'll have his choice from any stream to drink While I'll fill up another cup from my old kitchen sink And if he wants he'll have a nap and dream his black bear dreams And I could only dream of black I dream I drink from streams And as he sleeps he hears a breeze and knows that he is safe While I'm sleeping with the fan on to drown out my lack of faith The simplicity of solitude it's a hard thing to perfect Stealing happiness from loneliness is not a simple theft A black bear has it figured out and gets what he deserves And the fur that he is wearing is the fur that he prefers And when he stared across the river into my eyes it made me shiver And I knew that it was lovely to have a black bear thinking of me And when he thinks, he is thoughtful and when he rests he is restful And when he runs he runs the fastest he spins the earth right on its axis And that's his gift to all showing us the sun Keeping time for everyone a steady beating drum And all the dirt he bounds upon he'd leave his heavy track That is deep when he is young and blue but deepest when he's black Cause colour for the black bear is a synonym for age If I were one then I'd be in my cinnamon phase Instead I am 22 and the decades weight a ton This new century's essentially a bullet from the gun It takes coffee pots that cost a lot just to stay abreast But coffee hits my sense of loss and makes a nervous wreck The simplicity of solitude is a hard thing to perfect Stealing happiness from loneliness is not a simple theft But the black bear has it figured out and gets what he deserves And the fur that he is wearing is the fur that he prefers And when he stared across the river in to my eyes it made me shiver And I knew that it was lovely to have a black bear thinking of me And when he thinks, he is thoughtful and when he rests, he is restful And when he runs, he runs the fastest spins the earth right on its axis