Searching for Oz

 looking for Oz

in the underground

Searching for it in the city I found

Looking for riches, and gold

But I found wisdom at the end of the 

rainbow

looking for the wizard in nature

In the hopes of a new year's tide

Searching in the forests

Following up the green aisles

The winter time's bride

looking for it in the sky

We are all walking the yellow brick road

Walking it til we die

Sometimes I am the tin man

Who doesn't even feel

Sometimes I am the scare crow

Afraid of what isn't real

Sometimes I lack courage

But Dorothy pulls me through

As we walk our path of suffrage

What is really real ?

It is me and you

It is the dream of another world

Another place and time

A perfect amalgam

And an illusion

I can't abide

Milkman

 I like the milkman

You like the milkman ah

We all like the milkman

Love in the hills

 Out on the marshes

The endless parade

Of reeds like soldiers

Armies marching in charades

And high above them harriers harangue the pale 

Sky

Where do you expect

The division of labour to fall?

The hawks ask the buzzard

The buzzard ask the train

That rattles on beneath it

Like a bullet through the brain

What can you expect to do, or cut from the bone

When it has been gnawed so much

That the heart is no more a home

And I held you tight but

You fell through my hands like rain

When cupped I supped your water

But couldn't swallow your refrain

If I had my time again I would appreciate

What I had

You offered me life

And I threw it way

Like an apple that went bad

I think my whole existence

could be summed up in just a few words

To live and lose the love we had

passing by like a flock of birds

And yet the whole revelation

comes as some kind of second death

Or a kind of second coming

After a second breath

I tried to breathe easy this time sometimes easier said then done

When I see the gentle countryside

I am in love with

The Bakony hills loom large and black in the distance

Then they disappear but my memories are returning

And stirring in me feelings

of a love that keeps on burning

Translating Rap 1

 Bust a cap in sb's ass = shoot someone in the bottom

Arapaho = used to be a native American tribe = now means a rapper's girlfriend 

Getting jiggy with it = getting sexually aroused by someone or really enjoying Irish dancing

See Will Smith for further details

Pocahontas

 Well, the sweetness

In the water

When I taste your lips

And fleetness of the daughter 

Of the time we kissed

Who is the king who shall fall

And fold his arms

Like Napoleon down waterfalls

Losing all his charms

Biting at the bit

I hold her away from harms

But Geronimo keeps

falling in the forests

And breaking all the farms

Oh Pocahontas come and marry

me

Come with your pan pipes

And sing around my tree

Oh Pocahontas

Won't you come and marry me

And we'll be gone by the morning

Before the doves are set free

Isn't it time?

 Well we never were built to last forever

And it's a shame but it isn't a crime

To know that life lives light as a feather

And its name is "isn't it time?"

Isn't it time you start living in the present?

Isn't it time today, for tomorrow's too late

Isn't it time how life can be oh so pleasant

When you let today be and close sorrow's gate

Oh the birds fly with the wisps in the willow

And the birds speak in whispers and rhyme

And I heard sweet love was left on your pillow

So now let's make ends meet it's around about time 

I walk down the same streets of a wintertime's grime

Eat the same meat, feel the crisp winds billow

through swaying leaves of Birch and Scot's pine

I shed the same tears that I shed last year dear

For the same love that I missed in my prime

Well isn't it time?

I asked isn't it time? That we just live in the present

And let tomorrow go up it's own mountain climb

Oh, well isn't it time?

Fish lines

 Fish from the river

I don't live so much

Fish fall in love

Fish love

Catch me in my fish net stockings

Well stocked

With fish stocks

They rise and they fall on the tide

Of becoming

And I am not someone who has lied

Fish talk

Fish don't talk, they swim up stream

And I scream at them

Watch out for the middle ground

Where the fishermen prey

Watch out

So they stay in the shallows

In the shadows

Under the rainbow

Leaves

And tear at their heart strings

And pull out their guts

And gills

And cry

Washing in the backlash

Of many hooks

That dangle

I am fantangle

I am right angle

Cross haired

And Triangled

Hook line

And sinker

Because I was a deep thinker

And swam too far down